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[27 May 2006|12:35am] |
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So I guess it's just now starting to hit me that I'll be leaving soon and probably won't see most of my friends for quite a bit of time
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| Storm in a Teacup..... |
[09 May 2006|10:24pm] |
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If you haven't already, go out a pick up a copy of Stadium Arcadium. You'll thank me later.
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[22 Feb 2006|09:19pm] |
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This is a tribute to the nice guys. The nice guys that finish last, that never become more than friends, that endure hours of whining and bitching about what assholes guys are, while disproving the very point. This is dedicated to those guys who always provide a shoulder to lean on but restrain themselves to tentative hugs, those guys who hold open doors and give reassuring pats on the back and sit patiently outside the changing room at department stores. This is in honor of the guys that obligingly reiterate how cute/beautiful/smart/funny/sexy their female friends are at the appropriate moment, because they know most girls need that litany of support. This is in honor of the guys with open minds, with laid-back attitudes, with honest concern. This is in honor of the guys who respect a girl’s every facet, from her privacy to her theology to her clothing style.
This is for the guys who escort their drunk, bewildered female friends back from parties and never take advantage once they’re at her door, for the guys who accompany girls to bars as buffers against the rest of the creepy male population, for the guys who know a girl is fishing for compliments but give them out anyway, for the guys who always play by the rules in a game where the rules favor cheaters, for the guys who are accredited as boyfriend material but somehow don’t end up being boyfriends, for all the nice guys who are overlooked, underestimated, and unappreciated, for all the nice guys who are manipulated, misled, and unjustly abandoned, this is for you.
This is for that time she left 40 urgent messages on your cell phone, and when you called her back, she spent three hours painstakingly dissecting two sentences her boyfriend said to her over dinner. And even though you thought her boyfriend was a chump and a jerk, you assured her that it was all ok and she shouldn’t worry about it. This is for that time she interrupted the best killing spree you’d ever orchestrated in GTA3 to rant about a rumor that romantically linked her and the guy she thinks is the most repulsive person in the world. And even though you thought it was immature and you had nothing against the guy, you paused the game for two hours and helped her concoct a counter-rumor to spread around the floor. This is also for that time she didn’t have a date, so after numerous vows that there was nothing “serious” between the two of you, she dragged you to a party where you knew nobody, the beer was awful, and she flirted shamelessly with you, justifying each fit of reckless teasing by announcing to everyone: “oh, but we’re just friends!” And even though you were invited purely as a symbolic warm body for her ego, you went anyways. Because you’re nice like that.
The nice guys don’t often get credit where credit is due. And perhaps more disturbing, the nice guys don’t seem to get laid as often as they should. And I wish I could logically explain this trend, but I can’t. From what I have observed on campus and what I have learned from talking to friends at other schools and in the workplace, the only conclusion I can form is that many girls are just illogical, manipulative bitches. Many of them claim they just want to date a nice guy, but when presented with such a specimen, they say irrational, confusing things such as “oh, he’s too nice to date” or “he would be a good boyfriend but he’s not for me” or “he already puts up with so much from me, I couldn’t possibly ask him out!” or the most frustrating of all: “no, it would ruin our friendship.” Yet, they continue to lament the lack of datable men in the world, and they expect their too-nice-to-date male friends to sympathize and apologize for the men that are jerks. Sorry, guys, girls like that are beyond my ability to fathom. I can’t figure out why the connection breaks down between what they say (I want a nice guy!) and what they do (I’m going to sleep with this complete ass now!). But one thing I can do, is say that the nice-guy-finishes-last phenomenon doesn’t last forever. There are definitely many girls who grow out of that train of thought and realize they should be dating the nice guys, not taking them for granted. The tricky part is finding those girls, and even trickier, finding the ones that are single.
So, until those girls are found, I propose a toast to all the nice guys. You know who you are, and I know you’re sick of hearing yourself described as ubiquitously nice. But the truth of the matter is, the world needs your patience in the department store, your holding open of doors, your party escorting services, your propensity to be a sucker for a pretty smile. For all the crazy, inane, absurd things you tolerate, for all the situations where you are the faceless, nameless hero, my accolades, my acknowledgement, and my gratitude go out to you. You do have credibility in this society, and your well deserved vindication is coming.
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| Que? |
[17 Jan 2006|09:56pm] |
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Should I either:
A.) Get a haircut
or
B.) Not get a haircut
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[08 Dec 2005|10:32pm] |
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| You scored as Ska. Youre Ska! Youre really chill, and you probably do alcohol or drugs but thats still ok. Youre well liked, and like to live life to the maximum, Youre a very free-sprirt. You probably like Sublime and 311 and Bob Marley or bands like that
Ska | | 100% | Classic Rock | | 83% | EMO | | 42% | Punk | | 33% | Hardcore Metal | | 17% | Country | | 17% | Pop | | 17% | Classical | | 17% | Hip Hop/Crap | | 0% | </td>
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[07 Dec 2005|03:02pm] |
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You could have atleast told me the truth...
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| Just for you Stephen |
[19 Nov 2005|11:57pm] |
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Attempting to capture cool is a trap. It's inherently elusive. Tracking its evolution, however, allows you to train the 20/20 clarity of hindsight onto the matter. With enough time and distance, cool has emerged as a series of movements, an unwavering stance of individuality, and more recently a flash of red-hot radiation.
Cool is like art: You know it when you see it. Cool mirrors the times. Some say it was born after World War II, forged by the heated pressure of technological change. When things cooled down, it was less about the speed of sound than the sound of speed. It was about poise, not pose. The jazzman of the early Fifties, a lone figure on a darkened and smoky stage, came to symbolize the first blush of cool.
The abstract expressionist already reigned in the art world, and the beats were rewriting the rules of literature. What was important was the space between the paint and the canvas, the flow of the journey, the action of experience itself. Like the rest in a musical refrain, cool lived in the pauses that hung between high notes.
An undertone of opposition cemented cool's foundation. Rebellion simmered. Cool was outside the mainstream. It was off-center, unexpected, and on an angle. It developed a volatile edge.
The astronaut was the ultimate Lone Man, propelled by fire into cold space. His mantra was "cool under pressure" Other taciturn heroes, dangerously contained, had long been poster boys for cool: the Cowboy, the Outlaw, the Leader, the Last Honest Man. They bucked authority. They endured. Sometimes they won.
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| F T S |
[01 Nov 2005|08:14pm] |
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FTS Shirts go on sale tomorrow. The price is $10 talk to either me or Evan for one
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| RAWR!!! |
[27 Oct 2005|07:10pm] |
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So there's this one girl.... ;D
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[22 Oct 2005|09:04am] |
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I almost forgot how much I missed you.
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[10 Oct 2005|08:57pm] |
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So today was a pretty long terrible day...but hey I got a new car :D
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| Ironic |
[05 Oct 2005|10:30pm] |
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So Ben and I went to Panda Express today after practice and i open my fortune cookie and what does it say??
"You have the makings of a leader"
coincidence??
I THINK NOT.
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| I told you so.. |
[24 Sep 2005|02:51am] |
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Worst fucking weekend EVER. Just makes me hate my life even more.
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| The Phenomenom of Cool |
[03 Sep 2005|03:13pm] |
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Attempting to capture cool is a trap. It's inherently elusive. Tracking its evolution, however, allows you to train the 20/20 clarity of hindsight onto the matter. With enough time and distance, cool has emerged as a series of movements, an unwavering stance of individuality, and more recently a flash of red-hot radiation.
Cool is like art: You know it when you see it. Cool mirrors the times. Some say it was born after World War II, forged by the heated pressure of technological change. When things cooled down, it was less about the speed of sound than the sound of speed. It was about poise, not pose. The jazzman of the early Fifties, a lone figure on a darkened and smoky stage, came to symbolize the first blush of cool.
The abstract expressionist already reigned in the art world, and the beats were rewriting the rules of literature. What was important was the space between the paint and the canvas, the flow of the journey, the action of experience itself. Like the rest in a musical refrain, cool lived in the pauses that hung between high notes.
An undertone of opposition cemented cool's foundation. Rebellion simmered. Cool was outside the mainstream. It was off-center, unexpected, and on an angle. It developed a volatile edge.
The astronaut was the ultimate Lone Man, propelled by fire into cold space. His mantra was "cool under pressure" Other taciturn heroes, dangerously contained, had long been poster boys for cool: the Cowboy, the Outlaw, the Leader, the Last Honest Man. They bucked authority. They endured. Sometimes they won.
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| GAH! |
[31 Aug 2005|08:54pm] |
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I hate my life.
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| Ganked! |
[10 Aug 2005|10:03pm] |
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If you read this, even if we do or don't speak often, comment with a memory of me and you. It can be anything you want, good or bad, just as long as it happened. Then, post this on your Livejournal and see what other people remember about you.
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