the last time...
i was in a funk i don't remember, high probability due to me , the moody invidual, regardless and forging ahead, the phrase in a funk was coined the same night the same 5 of us hopped in a minivan cab and asked the driver to take the long route only because bob marley was "jammin" on his radio...i swear if he had some ganj and was willing to park the car, we would have had re-enacted 'white castle' the funnier and more homo erotic version....and so slowly i fell into this weird chemical imbalanced FUNK...that is until i met the "girl that got me out of the funk"....uh huh....men are such suckers.
in anycase, being accused as the king of unyielding flattery and 'lines', compliments and general words of encouragement lately have only brought out that insecure bulimaholic in me causing a neurotic wave of 2nd guessing tangents...i'll be the first to say that the confident free spirit in me which has done nothing but gain momentum straight into its fiery climax of turning down medical school, has all of a sudden slammed into a brick wall of doubt....the first jolt of enthusiasm and risk versus age mentality to "roll the dice" and give a whirl at making it big IS dying probably only because it's daydreamt snowball effect has been nothing close to that....if the bumps and bruises came downhill i'd still have nothign to complain about it, newton and his rule of inertia along with gravity would be on myside...but rather as with most cliche's in life, its not easy and i'll be damned if my ingenuity is gonna fail me this time around making things THAT difficult.....or maybe its not even that, proactivitiy needs its breaks, so gimme a dammning break...
lop calls me that king of metaphors....its firggin hard to metaphor everything, but it seems soo damn necessary when venting but careful of venting to the masses, which makes it not really venting but kind of not really? so you're typing for yourself because you're obscuring everything, but then you use this medium which isn't conclusive at all...there in lies the fate of most people, stuck in that rung of attention needing indecision...correct me if im incorrectly self assessing, but i don't feel physically stuck in an indecisive comfort zone whereas my weakness might lie in the emotional whim of immaturity....writing metaphorically doen'st help one bit, cuz i'm confusing thoughts, rather than allowing the words to distinguish each item, double entendres take the place in making everything more muddled than ever....so stop!...i can't!....unfortunate cycle of events isn't it? but when has an i can't ever stopped me?....ok..we're working on...vent communicate breathe shake it off....i'll try to come up with part 2 of mase's quasi comeback....
"feeling nauseous often means you're in love...." - paul reiser....
in a funk.....
how many of those little things in life are a good representative of the bigger picture? how many perspectives can you take to break down a situation and help you see the light? but just as the number of ways to decipher issues at hand, how many more does it take to obscure by oversimplifying the reality? how many adjective phrases can you use over and over to rationalize and justify just about everything? exceptions, case sensitives....and how many damn ways can this flipping pos market keep tumbling....i'm not geting deep and philosophical, my mind just wandered after i typed "in a funk" probably due to the ghostly affect blogging causes....in anycase....funkity funk funk cuz i'm about to bust a tear and pull my hair out......just took some vitamins and drank my morning shakes and guess what, with minimal sleep the past few days...i feel nauseous....woot woot.....all this one paragraph typing...tangent writing has made ekhym parallel me to kerouac which i must say im quite flattered but isn't that how most people think? free associating to the point of obscurity? i mean....to actually sit and focus on one object is the hard thing, to leap frog from one topic to another is quite normal, the naivete and simplicity of one thought thinking has no room in this reality.....if you could....u would be able to see through walls...roald dahl wrote about it in henry sugar....i think.....and so this one paragraphed metaphoric puddle i'd personally say its closer to eggers.....uhmm......well....most of the time probably eggers, i hop around too much for it to be compared to any writer here, you could take it one step further and completely extract the writing into a skitzophrenic 2 sided work.....ala murakami....that'd be interesting.......i don't have an alter ego really....i sit too much wallowed in the generic middle of both spectrums....almost unfortunate...don't you think?....yes again...in a funk.
when it comes down to matters of seriousness...i've been accused of running in circles like a beheaded chicken....issues of that stereotypical male ehh? maturity of emotions?..maturity of coping with emotions? the beauty of rhetoric and analogies..the beauty of phonics and semantics....just breathe....why let it get to you?..it's only gonna give you bad skin....wooosah~.
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starfish and coffee.....
i guess it is that i am settling back into the swing of things, rekindling with everything i used to love but was just away from....does that mean i'm fickle with my tastes or rather as i'd like to see it, that that "chameleon" able to assimilate to find what around me fits with me! (yes derek i used the word chameleon)...even as my body temperature seemingly drops right along with the motion of the scale (which is awesome!) i'm still embracing the cooler, colder weather...each breath of brisk cold air, crisp inhalations and that immediate refreshing tingle going straight down to the pit of your stomach and rushing right up into the hypothalamus all at once mentholy coating....(and yes, i miss my winter attire as well, layering is always good for those "fat" days....)
and in saying all that....and before i begin the concert review...."thank you crystal for taking me to the show...you mother effin' rock!...." (i put in a good word for you with victor...)
my ears don't ring anymore but it sure feels like they do after saturday night....oh man i haven't gone to a concert in so long and i'm reviewing it not as the auricular critique but rather the journalist needing to unleash that emotional monsoon from rockstars....i was already fatigued beforehand knowing that i would have to endure a full show of standing room....the preshow beer crept in slowly to help sore legs and back from afternoon football, even as the lights dimmed and the crowd cheered, i still wasn't convinced that i fully wanted to be there...but once the first chords were strung and especially once wertz started belting out those notes....it'd be hard not to hear ME belting out those notes throughout the entire island of manhattan......southern boys with southern charm....psssh......southern boys with southern guitars....yee haww....i'll keep my boyish looks but trade in my metrocard for that cowboy hat and the that lighthearted choral embrace...it may seem he's doing some kind of s&m act on his guitar but all notes harmonize quite perfectly with his voice...and if that wasn't enough, he had a partner with a guitar...solo-ing away adding that complex feel into his simple melodies....i knew maybe 2 songs, but sang along anyway, and the genius of smaller artists ending legendary hits by u2 inbtwn chorus' made me all the more attached to his songs....
i just had to check the tshirt to type is name here - matt nathanson -- it's always awesome when the artist throws out moronic banter between songs most likely introducing the song and its emotional background, in most cases backlash...."this song is about the ex girlfriend that....slept with 7 guys at the same time she was sleeping with me.....here we go....'sharon' " ....it's not the homo in me that praises kudos to this guy, but the rockstar in me that is utterly JEALOUS....crap man...i wish i could stand up there in an argyle vest looking like the over the edge preppy nice guy turned pedafile jammin acoustic rock to packed standing rooms....its been 2 days since the show and i can't quite remember the details of how to describe the music or the band, just that i was really really tired but the show brought a grin from ear to ear and pushed my boyd through fatigue into the sidestep and headbob....gawd i feel soo inspired....
pics...
wertz..."i've never known a love so true...."
and of course he comes out to meet the fans..."hi i'm matt wertz..."
nathanson....
"somehow when i hear matt(wertz) playing, i feel as though he's playing to me....." - from the girl who got taller......
maple syrup and jam...
owen....this is dedicated to you....
"no jen...u're gonna get zero attention from us....."
"why?"
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frank is the devil.
we've been translating a lot of OUR english slang phrases into chinese, i really do think if we started using them regularly, they'd really stick....
"why you gotta get all emotional boyee??"
你為什麼要那麼激動。。。小男孩
"your face is deaded"
靠﹐你臉昨天就死了。
both from the book of john du, these will probably both be readings at our weddings....
HAHAHAHAHA....look at the cd......
another round tomorrow night....gimme a call if u want in....
gawd, it's not that i feel like such ass lately, it's that i've realized i'm such a flipping woman....sometime within the last 6 months, i jokingly named my inner woman aiesha, and i realize now, not that i was joking about having an inner woman, but rather i was joking around about giving her an ebony name....anyone think of a more fitting title?....regardless, it could be the ass-feeling u get from partying like rockstars every night, the neurosis of appearance (yes, if i knew how to put it on, i'd probably start wearing makeup....), calorie counting, high sodium bloatedness? the effin' weather, creaky joints, bad hair ....yes...i think i could go on....staring at eepie's boobs will probably make me feel better..
u know that feeling when you're embarrassed or scared of something? or to own up to it? face reality? but it would probably hurt you more if you avoided it?....actually i don't know if this analogy really fits, but i'll have to say that pit of frustration is how i feel towards the markets, specifically biotechs and ur mom.....my stomach hurts just thinking about it.....and one of the worst things is that i keep telling myself to wait another day....and another day turns into another loss....in this case, i would like to stand by alcohol as a form of a medicinal healing.....
why are korean joints so stingy with their service these days? and why are the korean waitresses never receptive to ANYTHING....who else is going to order 3 bottles on a tuesday night?....why can't you, the cute server, take a drink with the birthday boy?....and what ever happend to all the free food that came with debaucherous get togethers? ok...i hate 3rd floor....
i'm obsessed with taking pictures of victor eating....okay, victor and john....it's definitely a 50/50 toss up whether victor eating is gonna make you hungry....or rather u'd just want to keel over and donate your small intestine to the bum on the street.......it is guaranteed however, that i get hungry when victor shows me his ass for the fifth time.....but as it is always an emotional rollercoaster and eventually ulcer prone night with my friends....how are you gonna feel post victor's ass and pre-john du's topless show.....
victor has pledged that he will wear timbs and shorts on a weekend night out....
he says his butt is going through devaluation because there's a surplus of butt pictures online....and hence he's gonna try and limit the butt shots....yea right, jen seems to be digging it...
bbongtugi: i feel quite close to your friends - i think i've seen all of their asses.
bbongtugi: ass-bonding
