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Jul. 17th, 2009

apaga la tele

His name is Lancelot; he wears tight pants a lot

"I don't think my breath will be taken away... just maybe some of my personal belongings."  – Cash Colligan.

Happy birthday, [info]luckyeclipse !

I just got back from a four-day trip-within-a-trip to Kentucky, where my grandma's family lives, which is a whooooole different set of stories... Getting snow cones in the middle of a thunderstorm with five people who are related to me is one of the best things I've ever done.

The main reason I'm writing this post (instead of, say, beta-ing Coward or writing drabbles or finishing the duet or riding the stationary bike or a whole host of other things I ought to do) is that [info]grnchkn 's dream about singing and angry people has inspired/motivated me to finally get some of my dreams typed up, which I've been putting off for e'er and e'er, as Ben would say.

Howard has everything under control; Eckhardt predicts monsters; Burglary for a good cause )


What's up with Will and Grace?  I don't get drum and bass.  The future freaks me out!

Jul. 13th, 2009

we're the grownups now

i'm sorry i burned all your muffins today, allergens

Huh.  This is the one-year anniversary of my first post on this journal.

I think it's also the first time I've used the "livejournal" tag.
oh my iker

000_000

OKAY SERIOUSLY WHAT THE HELL.

I LEAVE THE FANDOM FOR LIKE FIVE SECONDS AND WHEN I TURN BACK AROUND....
    1. NANDO HAS A BABY.  (YAY!)
    2. STEVIE IS OURS FOREVER AND EVER.  (YAY!)
    3. XABI FOR SURE WANTS TO LEAVE.  (OMG NO I'M GOING TO GO CRY NOW.)

I just feel really behind.
In my defense, I'm in Georgia.
But that's no excuse for not knowing these things.  Rawr WTF.

(Oh yeah, but otherwise it's good here.)

Jul. 8th, 2009

oh my iker

omg cleavage!

So basically [info]caecandy is the most functional out of all my friends.

(I thought MBFTA was a good little jock-boy.  But.)

This is pure tragedy, yet I love them all.


I'm not even going to talk about the waterpark's super-duper surreality today, nor am I going to type up the last three really ridiculous epic-poem-by-Homer-worthy dreams I've had (er, if Homer wrote about Addie and old women and Nick... there WERE monsters).  All in good time, my friends.

Instead I'm going to sit in bed and listen to the world's catchiest song about bulimia, for someone is going to be installing cable in my room tomorrow morning and I would rather not be passed out nearby when that happens.  On the other hand, yay for being able to see matches while my dad is watching the news!
 


Jul. 5th, 2009

hopeful better faster stronger

"I think I have cobwebs in my eyebrows."

For the record, I am walking about a million feet taller right now than I was maybe a week ago.

Why? )
I'm pretty excited about the rest of my life.


Jul. 3rd, 2009

we're the grownups now

I'm a city boy living in the shadows of Times Square...

Hey guys,
you know what?

Everything is going to be okay.

I want all of you, every single person who reads this, to know that.



It'll be okay for me because I'm listening to The Summer Set on Fearless Radio right now, and ahaha I love them dearly.  Now they're talking about new songs, and I want to hear them all and I think I've found a new fandom. <3  The Iowa Outfit.  John makes me happy!

Was talking to Sid last night, and he asked my opinion on what color to paint one of his basses... That outweighed anything that could possibly have ruined my day, because do you have any idea how much his music means to him?  And how much it means to me that I got to be relevant to a part of it?  Wow.

Sort of worried about Trent, though.  Occupational hazard of being Mother Theresa to rockstars.



And it'll be okay for you.

I LOVE YOU ALL.

Jul. 2nd, 2009

prongs

"Horse heads," he states calmly.

Coming back to the real world after the concert has been difficult, to say the least.

I made up my mind last night that I would walk over to Seth's house today and apologize to him for alienating him for months after he tried to molest me.  (What does that say about me as a person?)  I called in advance to make sure he was there, though, which turned out to be a good thing because I couldn't get ahold of him at any of the numbers I tried.

Then I called everyone else to invite them out to Chrissy's tomorrow night, and the only one who answered was Logan.  He said he'd check and he could probably go and I am trying so hard not to make this minute-and-a-half of talking into a big deal, can you tell?  So I decided that it'd probably be a bad idea now for Seth to come since he made Logan into this huge villain at the end of the year and hates his guts more than I ever have – when really it had very little to do with Logan and lots to do with me simply not liking Seth.

Well um, well um, shit.  Things that matter very seldom happen while I'm making LJ entries, but clearly that's what I get for ever checking Facebook.  Sigh.  Looks like if his majesty the Manc does decide to grace us with his presence tomorrow, it will be very much as friends.  Which is better than nothing... I think.  Still don't know if I'll give him his shirt back.  Probably I'll take it with, and then if he mentions it he can have it.  Hah.  Faker.

And now, if nothing else so that this post consists of something other than Manc-angst, which almost rhymes... I've decided to post the first chapter of a story [info]caecandy and I are cowriting.  It'll have more of a plot than it seems right now.  Every single character is just crazy.  Except probably Tyler.

Sometime soon I kind of want to put Airport Monday Morning on here, too, in case anyone's interested, but I suppose I might as well start with this one.

Summary:  Martin's on a church trip with the Antichrist, and people won't stop touching him.  A distressing situation indeed.

Uncomfortable Situations: Chapter 1 )

Jun. 29th, 2009

alexxxx

I wish I was a little bit taller...!

The thing about concerts is that afterward, when I go to describe them, I can never do them justice.

Love, love, love, love.


oh, and eta:  Yesterday was Alex Marshall's 20th birthday.  20!  Can you imagine that?  He's eight days shy of being four years older than Luke, and look at what he's done with his life already.  Those Alexes.  What are you gonna do.


two letters


And!  John, in the second letter, on his Twitter... he actually cares about soccer.  I realized last night that no matter how much I love the game, it will never be able to take precedence over music.  But.  What a phenomenal person.

Jun. 28th, 2009

we're the grownups now

maybe I do have a passion for publication

Just be pretty but naïve
Anything you hear is what you believe
Let the rhyme get stuck in your head
Wish you had undressed me in your bed



Yesterday at the pool was surreal as usual.  This time there was a guy who looked like Cesc (back when he had a little bit of facial hair).  I yelled "Bye Cesc!" at him as he was leaving, and a minute later he sort of looked at me in a confused way and waved at me.  It made my freakin' day.  =D

Then as Pappy and I were discussing how friendly it was to wave at people you don't know, this other cartoony-looking guy we didn't know waved at us just to prove the point.


We're going to Omaha tonight (leaving in about an hour) to see The Cab and Anarbor and The Summer Set and Eye Alaska and The Secret Handshake.

I CAN'T WAIT!

incoherency incoherency incoherency

This is going to be ace; I pretty much love all these bands, except maybe the Secret Handshake but hopefully they can prove me wrong tonight.

Love!

Jun. 24th, 2009

we're the grownups now

Well jeez.

I'm pretty sure I've encompassed most of the average spectrum of emotions today.

I finally found time to read The Demon's Lexicon this morning (and, okay, well into the afternoon), which kept me on edge while I was reading and actually a bit paranoid afterwards with a distinct desire to start carrying knives.  Otherwise, 'twas very satisfying.

Then I went to see The Taking of Pelham 123 again, with Sid this time, and although we had some difficulty procuring tickets since we forgot that we aren't 17, it was a wonderful wonderful movie full of swearing and Alex Kaluzhsky and other things that make the world go 'round.  We drove around for a while afterwards and he was rather incoherent, but that was okay.  So I was very content.

As soon as I walked in the door after he dropped me off, my mother told me about Spain's 2-0 loss to the United States of all people today... I'm still pretty pissed about that.  Despite never having left America, I feel that in the world of fútbol – if not in multiple other aspects – I am much more of a Spaniard than I ever was an American, and switching back now would be very hypocritical.  I don't know how fair-weather fans live with themselves.  I'm just so attached to every single person on the Spanish team and I don't even know any of the Americans.  Actually I was already wearing my Nando shirt... I love that team with all my heart no matter what.

Luckily, I did know where Ben McGahan was while I was having that crisis – because seriously?!  It's America!  They're not supposed to win anything! – because Pappy and I went swimming and he was lifeguarding again.  We played fetch... that is, me and Pappy did.  Ben didn't.  He just squinted.

And upon coming home again, I found out via Twitter that the dad of two of my classmates died in a car crash in Colorado last night.  Actually, the one son is a grade above me and the other is a grade below me, but I know the older one because he's the fastest kid on the cross country team, or at least he was at some point. 

Death, death, death.  Welcome to Grand Island.

Oh, and on that cheery note, I've decided that I don't need to chronicle out the whole Relay for Life, because to be honest the only interesting thing that even happened was meeting Sam, which I already talked about because of that Writer's Block prompt.  Instead I shall list the people who went, many of whom were pleasant surprises, just for posterity:  Ben, Hespe, Water Chestnuts, [info]grnchkn , [info]caecandy , several Bockmanns, some Slatteries, Kris, Colby, Richard, Johnny, Dillion, Arny, Hannah, Alex, Bre, the puppies Jem and Scout, Logan, Brandon, Matt, a guy who held our grapes, Bryan Soto, that Jaden kid who's always there, Cris Godel who always dates seventh graders no matter how old he gets, Ashley, Ashley's dad's 23-year-old friend... okay, I think that's probably good enough.  Bah.

I'm going to go read some Shoebox now.  That will make everything better.  *hugs icon*

Jun. 21st, 2009

we're the grownups now

Writer's Block: Week in Fishnets

What's the best thing that happened to you this past week?


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Sometime after 1:00 Friday morning, a college guy from a few tents over came and sat with me and Pappy and played his guitar.  Pappy told him how my love life sucked, and he said his did too 'cause he's just too nice of a guy.  We high fived.  He made up a song about me, and in the beginning it went like this:

She came and gave me some money
I was dressed like a girl, though I really don't know why
and I enjoyed it a little bit more than I should have
but that won't happen to me anymore.

It mended my broken heart, and please ignore my word choice.
Linden would've been so proud.

More about the Relay for Life is still forthcoming.

Jun. 20th, 2009

we're the grownups now

*hums in a vaguely damp manner*

Today is June 20, 2009.

I am reading [info]best_thing_ever and have found a poll from February of last year that had these results...

Lion
- 445 (42.5%)
Dolphin - 602 (57.5%)


And now I am smiling to myself.  Thank you, LiveJournal.

Sometime tomorrow I'll talk about the Relay for Life.  I'm still in the recuperation stage right now... nah, just kidding, I'm just too lazy to type it all out.  Obviously I've been spending too much time with Pappy.

Jun. 18th, 2009

we're the grownups now

Who can say if I've been changed for the better?

If there is one person or more on your friends list who makes your world a better place just because they exist and who you would not have met (in real life or not) without the internet, then post this same sentence in your journal.

stolen from [info]carneillian 



I finally got to go swimming again yesterday, and as predicted, more soccer guys were there – Danny and Taylor and the other white guy (Kevin) and Esteban this time.  That's stopped being a weird coincidence.  Clearly they've always been there and I just didn't notice it until I managed.  It was sort of interesting, though, because I had a dream a while back that I was in the wave pool with Danny and Victoria... and yesterday I actually was.  It wasn't unusual, just slightly surreal.

It was also really hot out, so more people were there who I actually knew than any other time I've gone so far, which was sort of nice.

I decided to mock everything this random guy did because he looked sort of angsty.  It was muy entertaining.

Last night I dreamed that Katie Pracheil was pregnant and really happy about it.  I'm thinking this stemmed from the girl we saw at the waterpark who looked just like her and the Torres honeymoon pictures I was looking at yesterday – which, by the way, were super cute. ^_^

The Relay for Life is tomorrow night, and I have to say I'm pretty excited.  Yes, Logan's going to be there, but that doesn't make it about him.  It's the Relay for Life.  It's about... relaying for life.

Same goes for this whole summer, really.  I think writing out a plot for Airport Monday Morning (!) yesterday, along with seeing Danny and Ben and the Ponce and the veela-boy and David Bartels with his slightly-less-sunburnt feet... something about the reality of all that made it feel like summer has actually started now after weeks and weeks of rain and literature.  And now I'm determined that – despite evidence to the contrary contained within this journal – this is NOT going to be the Year of the Manc.

Jun. 14th, 2009

we're the grownups now

This is the start of something phenomenal.

ALEX KALUZHSKY.




"Oh hey, he's kind of beautiful."  – [info]courtnehx 

I saw him in The Taking of Pelham 123 yesterday and promptly became the only person who listed him as an interest on LJ.

He doesn't have a Wikipedia entry.  His Facebook is publicly linked to.

This is a fandom in the making, my friends.

You heard it here first.

socks and cds

I wish I could bench press the sins of the world!

Ordinary women never appeal to one's imagination.  They are limited to their century.  No glamour ever transfigures them.  One knows their minds as easily as one knows their bonnets.  One can always find them.  There is no mystery in any of them.  They ride in the park in the morning and chatter at tea-parties in the afternoon.  They have their stereotyped smile and their fashionable manner.  They are quite obvious.  But an actress!  How different an actress is!  Harry! why didn't you tell me that the only thing worth loving is an actress?

From The Picture of Dorian Gray by Oscar Wilde.


In other news, Jack was at the waterpark today.  Clearly most of the soccer team spends more time there than I realized.

It's actually funny how much changes – and doesn't change – from summer to summer.  Here I am trying to continue work on Airport Monday Morning, but I find myself saddled with characters named Logan and Jenna, who are nothing like their real life counterparts, because those were names I didn't associate with anyone in real life when I started the story.  Now I feel bad for picking on my wife.


ETA:  Andddd I dreamed last night that I was friends with Constantin.  We'd just meet up places and talk about everything, and sometimes we'd go shopping.  I don't remember many details, but it was another one of those dreams that really disorient you when you wake up.  I wish I'd had the guts when he was here to make it come true.

Jun. 11th, 2009

I'm getting on the table.

just my children and my wife?

Damn, guys.

The moment I've been dreading since sometime in August or September arrived yesterday, and I didn't even find out till a little while ago.

Constantin left yesterday.

The fangirl part of me is dead inside.

You know what, June?  I really don't need your shit.  Thanks.

...but other than all my least favorite ideas coming true this month, everything's actually pretty good.  I sort of just wanted to throw that out there, that Constantin's gone.

Also, I had a dream two nights ago that we were resurrecting Politricks as a "full-sized play" as opposed to one of four SDOAs.  The risers onstage were all higher, the lights were brighter and sparkled, and I was having to work really really hard to get to reprise my role.

The end!

Jun. 9th, 2009

we're the grownups now

just pretend I didn't tear your world apart (:

CAUTION:  Most pointless post ever.  Thank you.

I am very unenthusiastic right now.

It feels like everybody's out of town... and no, "everybody" does not just mean "Sid."  Actually I want to talk to Liz.  No real reason.  I just haven't in a long time.

I should be writing a persuasive essay and speech or reading Huck Finn.  I'm not actually opposed to doing either, I just... am not right now.  I don't think this essay is actually going to persuade anyone of anything.

It seems I am in an ellipsis-using mood... Haha.

The importance of poker in a post-relationship world.

On the bright side!  19 days until I see the Cab again!  <333

I like my new bunny suit.
I like my new bunny suit.
I like my new bunny suit.
When I wear it I feel cute.



P.S.  I'm on a boat...

Jun. 8th, 2009

we're the grownups now

Bert and Ernie aren't gay. They're puppets.

Basically, the last few days have been... really something.

First, two dreams (three if you count Victoria's):

    On Thursday night, I dreamed that a random group of people was playing dodgeball in the west gym at my school, which is the newest of the three.  The big cloth partition was down in the middle of it, and we were using the whole gym as our court, so the only way to throw a dodgeball was to reach under the partition, grope around until you found one, and sort of nudge it vaguely and hope it hit somebody.
    Victoria and I were on the same team and had given up entirely on the game.  We were sitting next to the partition passing a dish of baked beans back and forth and talking about how Trent had run away to Nevada.

    That same night, Victoria dreamed that we were at a speech competition in New York City, and everything was very blue.  She needed to call her parents and the phone in her room wasn't working, so she came to my room to borrow my cell phone.  I was sitting on the bed crying my eyes out and Sid was with me.  I yelled "FINE!" and threw my phone at her, and Sid kicked her out of the room.  She came back later to return the phone and I was slightly better, but he still kicked her out again.  Eventually I showed up and we went around talking to the other speech kids.

    I feel like I also had a long and involved dream last night, but all I remember now is that I was in a car and as we drove past a house, I saw Kevin Vicente playing basketball outside.

Then on Friday, I went to the waterpark with Pappy again... and who should be there but the world's most gorgeous foreign exchange student.  It freaked me the hell out.  I thought he was in California or something, but no!  HE WAS SUNBATHING A FEW FEET AWAY FROM MY MOTHER!

And, of course, Ben McGahan was nowhere to be found.  Some savior.

On Saturday we had a Marauders' day at the park.  Sid, Matt and I discovered how hard it is to plan picnics, and since I couldn't get ahold of Pappy I ended up walking into her house and waking her up saying "Get up! Get up! We're having a picnic!"  Then I rummaged through her kitchen drawers for silverware.  It was a true Padfoot and Prongs moment.

Then Sid played with fire and we had to use the Ham Tongs to roast marshmallows on...  I went and got a soccer ball for some random kid... Matt's shoe fell off on the merry-go-round... the boys had a swinging contest... and a portal to another world utterly failed to open up in the middle of a see-saw, which was good because that would've left Pappy and me with no ride home.

So I learned that Sid's mom and Pancreas love me more than my own mother does, or at least profess it more readily – it must be the Manc germs!  His mom doesn't love him either!  D=  Haha.

And everybody, plus Victoria, came over to watch the Great Muppet Caper.  Instead we read XKCD for a while...  then we went to Tommy's for pie because it was Saturday and we were together.  It really wasn't the same without Tyler.  I miss my best friend. =(

I got a haircut today, which was long due.  My bangs go all the way across my forehead now, and I must say I like it.  I might post pictures once I have some; I have a meme from forever and ever ago where you post a picture for each question, and one of them is "showing off a new haircut," so maybe I'll actually finish that.

My El Niño shirt, which I ordered the day of Champions League finals, incidentally, came in the mail today.  So I am a very happy panda about that...

SEE Camp will never stop being absolutely ace.  All I did today was play charades and fill water balloons.

I've finished the Crucible and the Scarlet Letter for summer English... Huck Finn, the Great Gatsby, and Winning remain, along with a reread of A Separate Peace so I can do the stupid packet work.  So for the moment I'm off to go read some Mark Twain.

Jun. 3rd, 2009

we're the grownups now

I am unconcerned by rumors of my death.

It just occurred to me to make a list of what happened to all the people I was best friends with in elementary school.  I still keep in touch with most of them, am friends with a few, and at least have them all on Facebook.

Some things never change...
One lives in a nearby town and claims to be in love with a guy who's in rehab for marijuana.  (I didn't even know they had rehab for that.)
One has disappeared completely.
One tries to be a preppy scene kid.  She works for a photography studio.

But others do.
Two are lesbians.
One is a fashion queen.  She hangs out with all the other pretty girls and is nice to everyone.
One is best friends with someone I absolutely can't stand.
One may or not be gangstaaa.
One is dating a guy I had a thing with three summers ago... the same guy's brother is in a theater class I help with at SEE Camp.

Speaking of which... SEE is one thing in my life that has more or less been a constant(in).  Sorry, couldn't help it.
Gosh but those kids make me smile.

JOE, to me and Aaron: Why aren't you guys working?
AARON: We're supervising.
JOE: So am I.  I'm supervising this weed.  Myah, come supervise!
[All four of us stand around a weed, looking at it.]
ME: This is called government.
JOE: Myah, pull that weed.
MYAH: I'm supervising!
AARON, to other kid: And what are you doing?
KID: *looks up*  I'm supervising these flowers.  *goes back to looking at bush*

Summer English is brutal... well, for an English class, at least.  I really hate having to work.  It's only worth it because it gives me room to take one more class with Burchess.

May. 31st, 2009

we're the grownups now

Oh, the McGahanity!

Another birthday:  Andy Hurley!  Yay!  Interestingly, he was born the day after Stevie, as in the same year and everything.

They were born in 1980, a few months before John Lennon died.

John Lennon and Chuck Norris were born in the same year, although five months apart.

And now without further ado, The Nifty Green Fish Presents...

The Weirdest Day at the Pool Ever
or

A Tale of Two Pirates
or
Where In The Hell Is Ben McGahan When You Need Him?

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