Wednesday, December 31, 2008
Tuesday, December 16, 2008
Sunday, December 14, 2008
Tuesday, December 9, 2008
Wednesday, December 3, 2008
What makes me feel this way
Just carry me away with silence and heartbeats
As rapid thinking about your embrace
and how it makes me feel
I just want to feel this way forever
Sleep on portraits painted as perfect as you
Why have I been given the chance to fly
When I'm not with you I feel lesser alone
I remember your face / imprinted on angels
Your voice as beautiful / as the sounds of waves
crashing against my heart
Time slows down when you look at me
I'm infatuated with this / infatuated with you
It's so hard for me to understand why
I hadn't found you before don't dull away
hold my hand
Friday, November 28, 2008
Monday, November 24, 2008
Friday, November 21, 2008
Monday, November 17, 2008
when you were young; when all was gold and you two touched
and felt the flutter underneath your skin. you stood in glowing rooms,
the light dripping from both of you.
and nothing since has felt as radiant or real
Tuesday, November 11, 2008
I've finally stopped caring about people who don't put out back. I love who i have around me day by day lately. Theres so much going on lately that my boss always asks me what i've been doing and i don't even know what to tell her because i'm delirious 24/7 and currently getting extremely sick but big plans big plans.
Thursday, November 6, 2008
Tuesday, November 4, 2008
Monday, November 3, 2008
Wednesday, October 29, 2008
Sunday, October 19, 2008
Saturday, October 18, 2008
Monday, October 13, 2008
paul and i rushed to the vet in red bank ditty jerz last night to try and save buddy, the tortious. it was so sad sitting in the car for an hour with this poor turtle in the shoe box dying and then coming back to life only to gasp for air because this parasite had been taking over his body, and then he would die again. he was literally so dead, or so we thought, that at one point me and paul pulled over the car and id tip his body and his head would fall. they couldnt give him meds for his parasite, rana disease , and he had to be put asleep. depressing at fuck.
Thursday, October 9, 2008
Wednesday, October 1, 2008
Monday, September 29, 2008
Sunday, September 21, 2008
and everyone knows youre just knocking it down , it gain more attention for the new statium , to make more money, because 50 fucking billion dollars a year isn't enough for you.
tonight is the last game ever to be played in the statium. i dont follow baseball that much anymore but its the idea that every season when i has just come out of the womb till i was about 14 i would go to at least 3-5 games a season because my dad LOVES YOU. i remember my dad bringing all 10 kids from my block there, and me him and my brother going all the time. i remember my first night game and being in the nose bleed section for 17 innings and believing it was bad luck everytime a plane from jfk flew over because something would go wrong, or nobody would get a hit. i remember taking the tour and my dad sneaking pictures. i remember climbing on everything with fred. i remember getting sick because i LOVE hotdogs.
my dad was sitting on the couch yesterday in misery looking as his old baseball cards and the limited time buttons they use to give you in an old shoe box, decked out in yankees gear watching the game. when he came over from italy when he was ate all he did was watch the yankees because the only words of english he knew how to say were merry christmas and coca cola, but you don't need english to watch sports. the yankees are my dads true first american love i think, and now your knocking down the stadium.
in conlusion, new york, what the fuck happened to you?
can't wait till sarah palin is in office so she can explain how humans and dinosaurs walked the earth and we can entire the pending depression thats about to occur
i need to write an essay that came for my application 5 weeks later!
p.s. BIRTHDAY IN ONE WEEK.
Sunday, September 14, 2008
Tuesday, September 9, 2008
i'm turning 20 in about 20 years and i don't like the idea of a 2 as the first digit of my number catagory. no one ever describes their twenties as the best time of their life, it's always their teens. TWENTIES DON'T TAKE ME : [
listening to rick ross
if anyone wants to join this crazy anti-gravity yoga class with me at CRUNCH gyms in the city lemme know
Monday, September 8, 2008
my birfday and nikkiannes ( and chris's) departure are on the same day which totally calls for a 3-way combination party. my birthday is the 28th i wanna celebrate for AT LEAST 3 days.
schoool schoooool schooooooooool.
workk worrrrrk wooorrrkkkk.
i'm gonna apply to hunter for media studies and production along with FIT. i need to get transcripts wednesday .
+ sweater stockings
+ the weather is gonna get slightly colder this week, so i hear
+ the hills because i'm a straight up faggot for it
+ pauls ( or whoevers) cake with nutella frosting. KUDOS
+ gas prices lowering
+ helen thomas and sarah palin
-books being 431$
- my classes, all of them
- stress to the max
-all this transfer shit i have to do
- cariannes birthday getting rained out
- it STILL BEING mad hot
- my macbook being dead
- my macbook being dead
- my macbook is dead =[
Wednesday, August 27, 2008
Tuesday, August 26, 2008
2) Admissions Requirements
You will receive two confirmations that your application has been received: the first will be from the SUNY Application Services Center and the second will be from FIT.
The letter that you receive from FIT will include your assigned login IDs, PIN and Password which you will need to complete your application. It can take 3 – 4 weeks for this second letter to arrive "
Who can really wait around for 3-4 weeks for a letter to come? i'm too anxious for that type of thing. it's been eating away at my life. I just want to write this essay and get it over with and know my fate and all the what-nots.
I constantly read New York Magazine. yes, OMG, a revelation, there is a magazine to read besides the ever so popular nylon magazine, not that i don't read that either. anyways, there was an article in this issue about people who came to new york because they believed it was really going to be the place where " dreams come true" and that every second, minute, and hour something exciting would be going on. Then the article went into how these people decided to move to BUFFALO because all they really gained here was high rent prices. The article was crazy, i had no idea buffalo was the second poorest city in the U.S. and that $60,000 could get you a median / average sized house and that $300,000 could get you a mansion. $60,000 here will get you a hut under the boardwalk that a bum has been peeing on the side of for weeks.
I'm glad i'm an actual " New Yorker" and i know the real deal...but really.... did these people really think that a city where everyone wants to be and / or is moving because its " the city of dreams" wouldn't be tough fucking shit? seriously. But at least you have an office with french doors in buffalo
The article was good but it made me angry, just as the writer said it probably was.
p.s. i'm way too into the hillz
tomorrow is school and mouth surgrey ...where i'll probably have a panic attack and leave before i walk into the office
Monday, August 25, 2008
Today was my last full day of summer. the only thing i want to do was get my car washed to get loads of dirt an some egg off of it and i didn't even do that. i'm so miserable about summer ending and school starting in two days. i'm 50% glad i've picked up another day at work so i can pay all the money i owe faster. i want my essay application to come from fit real bad.
Monday, August 18, 2008
Saturday, August 16, 2008
Wednesday, August 13, 2008
Monday, August 11, 2008
Wednesday, August 6, 2008
Monday, August 4, 2008
there's a bluebird in my heart that wants to get out but I'm too tough for him, I say, stay in there, I'm not going to let anybody see you. there's a bluebird in my heart that wants to get out but I pur whiskey on him and inhale cigarette smoke and the whores and the bartenders and the grocery clerks never know that he's in there. there's a bluebird in my heart that wants to get out but I'm too tough for him, I say, stay down, do you want to mess me up? you want to screw up the works? you want to blow my book sales in Europe? there's a bluebird in my heart that wants to get out but I'm too clever, I only let him out at night sometimes when everybody's asleep. I say, I know that you're there, so don't be sad. then I put him back, but he's singing a little in there, I haven't quite let him die and we sleep together like that with our secret pact and it's nice enough to make a man weep, but I don't weep, do you?
Wednesday, July 30, 2008
Monday, July 21, 2008
Thursday, July 17, 2008
i've had the strongest urge for travel for about 4 months now. i think its because when i'm in a relationship i just like to be with that person and i become a huge homebody and thats the experience i want to stick with.