wonderful.. more babbles from a mouth that knows no shame nor no point

don't underestimate the weapon that i hold
hey, it's just another nail in the board
i can't breathe, i can't drive the line
hammered into our divine tryst
in missives misunderstood, mispronounced. mis-stated
it's these words that i write
with a pen that bleeds the sound of silence
but if silence could kill, we'd know the whole story
the silence screams it all in a denouement
deceased, disarmed, disrobed, and dismayed

it's been awhile, and at times i like to take a new view of those around me with biofocal eyes and just see what has been new lurking around in a world filled with quadratic unknowns... i know no explanations of those that can't be solved, nonetheless it's just an answer.. you look damn cute under the spinning lights in my mind... holding your baton, marching.. i knew it through all permutations and versions that you could see me... it's in the violence of sorrow and of dismay that only you could only give a breath of life to me... i break in two over you... and as long as you see me, i'll be here to stay with you...

so obviously, this is just a cruel experiment to see what i can write under the cloud of intoxication, so take it with a grain of salt, that the mother breaks her back on the step of a crack... it's just a conscious effort to stay alive...

Nonetheless, skewl has so far been damn interesting... i've taken a much more serious approach now (more so than when I was an undergrad and the pure goal was "just to graduate")... these days in the olden days, i find myself looking more apt at how to apply this knowledge, than just regurgitating the facts straight into the bucket... it's oddly fun...

it doesn't matter which way points west, as long as the compass points to the right, it's all the same, and in the end, it's all for the best, in dilated and undulated replies, you are the only reason why, i need to follow and describe in such limelight that it's such a crime..so take this theme and extrapolate it into lemmas and theorems that you will... with peppermint kisses and driven by branded excuses that you burn as we age, drive into the sky, in the gamble that we fill with concrete and discussions, we'll understand that our bodies ache with colors that reach to sky...

again, really no point, but the silence that falls on a baby's back when it reaches for the cradle that breaks it's mother's back and your body starts to read like a sail... so quiet, so loud, you gave me someplace to go, and i never thanked you for that.. but on these sleepless nights, may you understand , that i thank you for that... so lucky, so strong, so proud...

things that make you go hmmmm... [start C.C. Music Factory HOLLA!]

for the horde!

one midnight release later... and i am now an official burning crusade member... level 70 here i come... ain't no shits ain't no funnies now.. popozao!~

the first day of skewl... again..

so today was the first day of my "i'm an official grad student" day of skewl...attending my first college lecture class in 4 or so years ? (holy shit, has it been that long?)... it's strange, because about a year or so after graduating, i had this resurgence in wanting to get my learn-on again, only i didn't want to pay (or moreover have my parents pay) for staying in school any longer...

this insatiable appetite was somewhat satisfied through a myriad of insurance certifications, .NET user group meetings at the local college, and anything else i could get my hands on... however, they all lacked having a dear and wise professor teach you his steady and learn-ed ways... it's harder to prod yourself in the ass to move along than it is to have someone else do it, ya know?

anyways, after finding out that work pays for you to take some classes, i couldn't pass this up... it's was a free meal, to something i just found out i missed and liked... i actually missed the late nights sitting up in the media union (ummm.. think geek library with a slew of computers so that the future byte-warriors could compose their latest aria...)... janelle kept mentioning to me how much i hated it at the time (as evidence through e-mails that she has from me back in the day about wanting to stab my eyes out with a keyboard missing the ';' and '/' keys), but i don't think i appreciated it as much during my undergrad...

maybe it was because it was because i was more fascinated with being my own authority (which got me in lots of trouble...) than with school, but when finding those classses i was interested in, it really wasn't that bad... now that i've been in the "industry" i've been able to find what i'm missing and now want to work on refining those aspects... plus 1 or 2 classes at a time at a nice slow pace shouldn't be too painful.. that coupled with the fact that if i don't receive a good grade, that money will be coming out of my pocket is more than enough of a hot branded cattle-prod to keep me riding on my horse...

so today i headed off to my class... a software engineering class all about design patterns and refactoring methods... and i absolutely loved it... i must say that when i first arrived i was a little nervous about the whole aspect of being a student again... i can't explain it, but i felt a little out of touch with being a student... maybe that's just me getting old.. or maybe the thought of, "now i'm that old guy all the students look at and wonder... what's that old guy doing here?"... all this was cleansed though once the lecture started and i felt right at home...

but for now, i'm going to gauge how the quarter goes and figure it out from there... who knows.. in 2 weeks i may be trying to commit program suicide with a blunt mouse...

[happy new year!]

Happy New Year Bitches!

oh, and i have to include this... this was just too good to give up... i don't know what was funnier.. the size of this turd, or the fact that someone actually got close enough to it so they could put their cigarette out in it...

the roadie that pissed all over a teenie...

the friday before christmas, i was talking to the great hazen man on aim and he had mentioned how we should have seen the shins at lolla as well as how he really dug kill hannah's set that he saw... we mentioned that we should try to catch the shins and kill hannah (kh) next time they are in town, an lo' and behold, kh was in town the next day... so hazen, j, and i on a whim decided, what the hay... however to our dismay, tickets were sold out per-se...

hazen and i turned to our never earned google-esque marketing degrees and quickly scoured the next best place to find any odd item you want asap (including the heavily laced sausage-fest male erotic encounters).... craigslist... and we quickly threw up some "wanted" ads for some tickets and let the magic begin...

woke up the next day with an offer for 4 tickets... we figured we would be able to scalp one somewhat easily at the show, but hazen put his mad craigslist skills to work and started contacting people looking for 1 more ticket... he was able to find a buyer and we were able to recoup a nice chunk of bank... come the day of the show, janelle ends up getting sick enough to not make the show...

we try to throw up a last ditch effort on craiglist to no avail, so we assume to poses of the shady corner standees asking everything and everyone if they need tickets... we figured we would be able to easily get rid of it since we were only asking for face... it took about a half an hour until we were able to stop our pedestrian stalking...

there were two hidden djs who spun for about 1.5 hours then the opening band the pink spiders took the stage... they were a little less than exciting, but after a quick opener set, kh took the stage... the only problem with kh is that they seem to draw the teeny bopper/angst-driven kids, which don't get me wrong, has its advantages... being 6+ feet tall allows you to tower over everyone in front of you, however you do always seem to find the 1 person who is taller than you right in front of you... but after some teeny moshing/jumping/pushing we were able to make our way up front...

party favors in the form of candy canes, snowflakes, wands, candy, and who knows what else were thrown into the crowd... but now to the bullshit... at the end of the show, hazen and i were up front scouring the stage seeing if we could get anything... for being 2 of the tallest people in the front, we blow balls at grabbing flying items out of the air... in any case, there is a setlist within arms reach on the other side of the barricade with a soon-to-be-douche photo guy standing right next to it.... ignoring the cries from the many chick teenies for him to get the list (i still don't know what the fuck he was doing.. other than standing there with his back to everyone and facing the stage... no he wasn't taking pictures either..)..

after several pleas, a chick leans over the bar and grabs the setlist from the stage.... the uncircumsized-cock-faced-dick-head-photo-fuck turns around in his i've-waited-all-my-life-for-this-moment-power-trip and proceeds to rip the setlist out of the chick's hands and starts yelling at her... apparently, this piece of paper meant more to him than it did to a 16 year old chick (no idea how old he was, but at least 25)... i figured, maybe that's what he was standing and drooling over.. he probably was jerkin his own inert cock in his pocket thinking about how he would get the setlist... what a fucking-period-face... keep in mind, this is a couple days before christmas...

he and the chick exchanged some words before he kept the setlist and hopped up on stage... he stood up on the stage and turned around and faced the chick and slowly folded up the setlist and stuck it in his back pocket and left... he was probably shooting blanks at this point due to the multiple dickless-man-taffy-shots from his earlier powertrip, but whatever..

in the end, a nicer roadie had thrown out a setlist that i was able to grab... having little desire for it (although i would have kept it if this incident didn't happen... it'd go along well with the many other setlists/drumsticks/picks from other concerts) i found the chick and gave it to her... if the photo guy would have been around, i would have given it to her in front of his period-face...

hazen was able to score a used towel by the band to which he quickly threw at someone else, who in turn threw again to someone else... i bet he coulda gotten some bank from eBay with that... teenies spend their money on everything (past nirvana bootleg/t-shirt/stickers buying fads prove this for me)... however, we left with what we came with (other than a couple of beers in us) and tried to hit up byron's hot dogs (da bomb-ass dick of hot dog places in chi-town since the place looks sooo dirty.. which translates to "good") which was closed...

it was a good night, other than seeing dickwad-blow-burger try to be the mighty cock johnson that he wishes he were... i hope he ends up blowing his hot batch all over that setlist and has his mom find it...