| so much rythem, grace, and debonair for man |
[14 May 2006|11:09pm] |
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prom was great. dinner was fun, even when my parents dropped by to say hi. our waitor was probably huffing helium in the back though, you couldn't really understand what he was saying. prom itself was awesome. pretty good music, good crowd. devon's house afterwards was pretty chill. pass me the fucking snow peas. and i get to do all over again next saturday. sweet.
senior assassins has begun and i am terrified to leave my house.
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[10 Apr 2006|05:43pm] |
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i was right to be skeptical about the myspace thing. turns out its an elaborate scam to try to get you to join a webcam service. they make a random name with no info on it to send you a message about "moira", who has a crush on you. you go to her site and there is a blog entry which is like "i think i found the one i'm looking for, blah blah blah." not exactly believable, hence my skepticism last night. today i get a message from "moira" which says basically, i'm really shy but i wrote you this letter at this link" you click on that link and it says, "i'm actually a webcam girl. some people are freaked out by it but i think we could really be something if it doesn't bother you. why don't you join the site, check me out and tell me what you think? and don't try to fake it cuz i'll know whether you joined or not." are there really people dumb enough to fall for this? i mean, the first message sends up red flags since its from somebody with nothing on their profile. then her profile is pretty sketch. actually, it's not even real. it's set up so you can't see how many other people she's scamming. she had 17 friends before and after i added her. and on top of that you have to join to get to know her. hello, wack police?
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| crunk hits, and the very best of deathrow |
[10 Apr 2006|01:08am] |
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so either things are falling into place or the world is punking the shit out of me. after months of nothing i may have found a new girl. spun a little game today, curious to see how it goes. also in an extremely odd twist of fate, the same day this new door opens i got a weird email on myspace. this girl sends me a message which is basically, "i think my friend has a crush on you check her out". turns out she's 20 and goes to college in DC. i am extremly skeptical of this situation but i guess i'll see how that goes too.
on friday i went to this sweet ass reggae concert with jason lippman and jenny cobb (weird huh) at Alley Cats. i'd never been there before but it was sweet. too bad my dad was wack and made me be home by 2, which was when the concert ended. so we missed half the show, but oh well.
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| so i brush my shouldahs, and i pop my collar |
[03 Apr 2006|10:08pm] |
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northern va was good. we went to hooters, watched mason get steamrolled, played pool and threw darts back at josh's house. i met some pretty cool guys.
got wait listed at UVA. and elon threw some grants my way. so we'll see.
also got 3 hours of work detail for skipping photography. i made it all the way to second semester senior year and then they decide to be a bitch about everything. if i skip again worse things than work detail will befall me, and if i get 7 more demerits its an automatic suspension. thanks pat.
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| tramps like us, baby, we were born to run |
[21 Mar 2006|11:11pm] |
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so my weekend was pretty tight.
friday i went to connor's for a meat party. pat, jon, dave, nathan, parker and pagano also made appearences. coconut= tightest b ever. should have hit it. watching chris lap the b milk was a high point of the night. after that jon drove connor and me to leviticus's party. pretty cool i guess, really weird group of people, but i got along with everyone i thought. as far as i can tell. jon drove us back t connor's to crash.
woke up early and went home b/c i had to get to a 5 year old's birthday party. i played with him in one of those jumpy things. weirdest transition between parties ever.
sunday i played bigger or better with my youth group. concept: your team is given a bottle of water. you must trade this bottle of water to someone for something bigger or better. you trade as many times as you can in n hour and a half and the person with the biggest thing wins a prize, and the person with the best thing wins a prize. my group won biggest in 3 trades. water-coffee table book. book-circa '93 car phone. phone- 12 foot row boat. one group brought back a fucking outhouse. it won for best. anyway i think the boat is going to be converted into seating and god only knows what we'll do with the outhouse.
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friday= sick in bed. i watched the entire original star wars trilogy back-back-back. sweet day. minus the sick.
saturday my friend josh had his eagle ceremony. i was an eagle escort, which sound kinda kinky and cool, but really i just walk next to josh and his parents. and then we roasted him which was good. i think i played some tennis later on in the day too. and i watched like 6 episodes of Monty Python's Flying Circus. Nobody expects the Spanish Inquisition! know what i mean? nudge nudge, say no more, say no more.
sunday my brother got confirmed. long ass service with the bishop and what not. lunch, bball, yard work. back to church for concert by Jonah Werner. pretty cool guy. i was surprisingly pleased. check him out some time when you have nothing else to do.
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| back in RVA |
[04 Mar 2006|11:32pm] |
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I musta been a combination of House of Pain and Bobby Brown, cuz i was, humpin around and jumpin around
Elon fellows weekend was a bundle of joy. I love awkward social gatherings, being told the same information 1000 times and sleeping on sleeper sofas. But i still really like elon and will mos def go there if UVA gives me the big "mmm cya." One student told me that in addition to the girl to guy ratio being 65-35, that elon was recently ranked second in terms of hottest girls. he encouraged me to make the right decision.
in other news, Carolina beat duke, and i am ecstatic. it might show a little more if i wasn't falling asleep on the keyboard.
Do this shee. and don't just do the easy one. do them both. do it anonymously if you want
http://kevan.org/johari?name=StuartEliades
http://kevan.org/nohari?name=StuartEliades
peace
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| her mind has been made up...plenty of fish in the sea |
[26 Feb 2006|01:35am] |
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so i was at the mall by myself on friday night, because i have no friends. anyways, i'm in suncoast looking at 30% off cds, lets face it, basically looking for things to download off limewire. i'm standing at the R&B section when i hear a "hey you" from the other side of the rack. slightly put off by this greeting, i look up to see a young girl in a group of kids looking at me. "you were a helper at cotillion weren't you?" "yes i was" "cool" and then they moved on, later to get kicked out of the store. this was the only person i talked to while i was at the mall. which later on got me thinking. my game is almost completely untested. i don't know whether i have sufficient game or not for the real world, and frankly that concerns me. not that i wanted to hit on this random freshman, it just got me thinking. our school offers vey little opportunity in this field, and both girlfriends i've had at gov's required minimal game, as they were both friends before hand (not to mentioned i didn't have to ask either of them). which could i guess give me some glimmer of hope. i guess basically what i 'm concerned with is that i haven't had to make new friends in a long time. and i sort of feel like i fumbled my way through it the first time.
you think slipek would give me some pointers? i would probably give my right arm to have a third as much game as him. fucking got a girls number in itlay on a train ride. a girl who spoke little english. and he speaks no italian. give me a break.
on an only minimally related note, why do i always crush on girls with boyfriends. it seems like nearly every crush i remember having was on somebody who was taken. and interestingly enough, the ones that weren't taken when i started crushing, almost immediately got boyfriends. my luck, i swear.
saw transporter 2 today, freakin' sweet. one big fight/stunt. basic story line, minimal subplots, yet often jaw dropping.
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[14 Feb 2006|12:52am] |
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all around weird day today. on every front. hell, i even finished my homework before 7.
who else is stoked that the US curling team won their first round match? i am. the winter olympics are stragne but i still watch them for several hours each day. part of the weirdness of my day i guess.
my apology was sincere, btw
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[09 Feb 2006|10:15pm] |
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that was quick.
it doesn't even really hurt that much this time. i don't think i ever bothered putting the pieces back together from the last time. or maybe it was the fact that i could tell it was coming for two weeks. if i could offer you one piece of advice for the future, its to stop making decisions based on your head. or at the very least, stop rationalizing your feelings. because it sure as hell wasn't me asking you to do me a favor and lean back to pick up a book that broke us up. it wasn't me not going with you to your locker one time in all the times you've ever asked me. it wasn't a debt that was settled or an immaturity i corrected. it wasn't because i was competitive with you (still not sure of an example on this one, babe). you don't love me. i can understand that. i just wonder why my thoughts or feelings never came into play in your decision(s).
i wish we could just go back to the way things were in early august. or shit even sophmore year i suppose. but you don't need be anymore. my spot has been taken. i knew he was going to replace me in some way or another. i'm still here when you're ready to talk; i told you you wouldn't be able to today. insert a big shout out to senora childs for making spanish exceedingly akward. not that you weren't feeling so already.
not to be cliche but i do hope you find someone who makes you happy, someone you can actually be in love with and not just love. (that's the problem right?)
by the way, keep the sweatshirt. consider it a parting gift. honestly, thanks for playing.
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| it's, like, symbolism, or something |
[02 Feb 2006|09:53pm] |
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so i've been accepted by 2 of 3 colleges so far (VCU and Elon). elon is offering a little bit of money, not that much but every cent helps. at least i'm in to college.
i've always admitted that my senioritis started somewhere during the fifth grade where i realized i didn't have to do shit to get good grades. gov's kinda kicked my ass on that, but i made it through alright. see above. the point is, i am even lazier now then ever. i just float throught the school day and pay little to no attention to what's going on in my classes. which is enough to get by, but it's boring. i skipped spanish for no reason today other than i didn't fucking want to be there. i expect this to happen more often for all my classes.
i'm looking for job. you can call me if you need jobs done. ::wink, wink::
i'm also concernicus about some things.
ummmmmmm, cya.
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[09 Jan 2006|09:01pm] |
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and so another year gone. it was a mighty good year. i mean comparatively. i went to Italy for three weeks, i turned 18, i had four relationships (even if they were all with the same person), and several firsts: apllied to and got into college, smoked tobacco, nearly got drunk, a few other things as well. resolutions are dumb. unless you can come up with something really original, like, "i resolve to milk more goats this year," or, "i resolve to have more greased watermelon races." most resolutions are dumb though.
movies of the year. tough one. crash probably. but i don't remember any of the movies from the begining of the year so maybe not. star wars was cool. was motorcycle diaries this year? and wedding crashers was really funny.
albums of the year. also tough. michael franti maybe. perhaps a rediscovery of the white album for me. knaye's new album was ok, not up to college dropout standards.
songs of the year. i think i will remember this year most by the triple threat from tom petty and the heartbreakers. Even the Losers-Here Comes My Girl-You Got Lucky. Even the Losers-Here Comes My Girl-You Got Lucky. Even the Losers-Here Comes My Girl-You Got Lucky. (get it?)
books of the year. america the textbook is funny. the dante club was gory but pretty cool. i got this sweet complete annotated grateful dead lyrics book that is pretty sweet.
tv shows of the year. Lost, ALIAS, The Pretender on dvd, Monk, Dead Zone.
so there you go, my year in a nice little package for you. stuff was forgotten i'm sure. oh well.
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| here's to dodging bullets |
[24 Dec 2005|01:57am] |
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so break has been pretty chill. i haven't gotten up before 11 at all this week. i cleaned up the house, but other than that i haven't done any work. i've been to the mall 4 times since friday. hung out with elsia, and then devon and bailey and dorothy, and then devon again. i've watched several hours worth of movies and played even more xbox. a quick quote...
my dad is driving through the parking lot
"people just don't have the holiday spirit any more as much as it seems they used too"
(a small child stops right in front of car)
"Oh, nice move you little dick"
as my brother would say, merry festichristmahanakwanzadan
and i leave you with a holiday pick up line
"hey baby, if you promise to jingle my bells, i'll promise to make it a white christmas"
heh heh
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| now i'm an amputee, god damn you. |
[12 Dec 2005|12:58am] |
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so the dance was pretty tight. i had a great time. connor and i succeeded in our mission to dance with a girl from every grade. you know it. i propose more dance parties. every two weeks or something. can we hook that up?
saturday i watched like 3 movies on tv. and went to friendly's with my brother and his friends. cool.
today i went to see narnia. i liked it. and i got to see allison and davis who i haven't seen in a while. even though davis and his two younger brothers were wearing matching sweatshirts. (lame)
add to that a whirlwind of confusion/anger/hapiness/confusion and you get something resembling my weekend.
5 more fucking days.
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| oh, well then do you have a bone-saw? |
[04 Dec 2005|11:06pm] |
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so the holidays are here.
trip to DC was pretty tight. i hung out with elise and kelley, and sometimes melissa and crowe. too bad i forgot my camera to do my assignment. i rule. and the metro confused the hell out of us. but it was fun.
saturday was my last holy ball for cotillion. it was a little sad. we sang christmas carols and danced and the like. there was little bit of drama too. they have a band playing, and i think its probably been the same band since like the 60's. the bassest is 84 years old. so anyways, he's walking across the stage before we start and he tripped over some cords. he bends his glasses and cuts his head up and his friends are worried that he broke a hip or something. but despite the fact that the police officer that was there told him he should go to the hospital to get stitches he refused and stayed to play for another 5 hours or so. most hardcore 84 year old i've ever met. tight guy. the after party was pretty fun as well, kent got schooled at ping-pong and we watched some dane cook. i love that guy, fucking hillarious.
today we got a tree and decorated it and the like. i think my brother had a orchestra concert but i was asleep in bed. i somehow became the outside light guru and spent a good hour of my day hanging them on the bushes and trying to get them to all work at the same time. so all in all a pretty good day.
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| i still want a hulahoop |
[30 Nov 2005|12:41am] |
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sorry about that shitty poetry, i swear it was the leftover stuffing that made me do it. or something.
i just submitted my vcu application. so only 4 more to go. i feel like i'm pretty well on top of things despite how much my mom freaks out about it. honestly, she's more worried about college than i am. i really don't care all that much where i go. it will probably be elon, vcu, or tech. b/c i won't get in to uva or unc almost for sure. so you know, whatever. everything will work out fine in the end no matter where i end up.
i love my freshman. she tried to bum money off me today, too bad i'm broke. she called me a bum. its pretty much the truth.
let me say this, there is nothing worse than losing to a younger brother. nothing can get me so upset so quickly as losing to Dean. i swear. well i suppose there are other things, but in a day to day situation its definitely worst. fucking video games.
I...weird...
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| cinnamon and gravy |
[27 Nov 2005|12:06am] |
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so the holiday season is upon us. thanksgiving in Asheboro. food=tizzight, 3 days cleaning gross house=not tight, harry potter=pretty good, being in nursing home=awful.
I hate it there.
I hate walking past rooms where the
empty shells of the greatest generation
lie. Mrs. Johnson sold apples during the
Great Depression to feed her baby brother.
Mr. Smith flew bombers over Japanese bases,
sending love poems to his blushing young bride.
The truth hides behind faded eyes and sagging skin,
begging to be told,
set free,
released.
But it's shut up and treated like a child.
Dignity is shunted aside for
handprint turkeys and mess hall bibs.
Arts and crafts and bingo now occupy
the once great minds of a generation.
Regulated diets keep our patients going strong.
low fat, low sugar
you shouldn't eat salt
I'd suggest low carbs
you don't want to lose that girlish figure.
Fuck You.
When I'm 85 I'll eat whatever the fuck I want,
deep fry it and pass the salt.
Give me some rock and roll, some Mickey D's,
and throw me in the grave.
Cause I'm sure as hell not going through that shit.
I won't be another wasted memory,
a stuffed cat as my only friend.
I'm going to burn out in a
cliched flame of glory.
Because I am sure as hell not going to be another
handprint turkey on the wall.
some midnight magnolia musings for ya. the new pic is from the top of the tree too.
what am i thankful for?
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OMGWTFBBQ
or something.
potluck was tizzight. especially the singing in a circle, where the fuck did we come from? if you told me that was going to happen when we were freshman i would have punched you in the face. never would have guessed. cool.
i'm finding that my feelings regarding the current situation fluctuate frequently, but that they don't really effect me that much anymore. say i'm reading a book, and i think about my current situation, then sometimes i'm like "man, fuck everything" and then i go back to reading. or alternately i'm like "haha, this shit is wack" and then i go back to reading. so basically i don't care anymore. but i can't stop thinking about it either. i need something to distract me. i need some[one]thing to start over with. wipe the slate clean and try again.
any body got an eraser? or some digits?
ha.
ha.
ha.
whatever
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