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[09 Aug 2006|02:54am] [ music | Janis Joplin - Me and Bobby McGee ] ( Uno mas. ) So there you go. Comments: 19 yo mommas - Que?.

[03 May 2006|09:45pm] I AM THE LUCKIEST MOTHERFUCKER EVER. The end. Comments: 9 yo mommas - Que?.

Hello, Decatur [01 May 2006|05:53am] [ mood | exhausted ] [ music | Some Count Basie? ] Wish I could sleep. What else is new? Comments: 4 yo mommas - Que?.

[27 Apr 2006|01:33am] [ music | Neko Case-Star Witness ] I listen to too much public/community radio. In the past month or so this song seems to find me there, and always makes me want to cry. I am not sure why. My true love drowned in a dirty old pan Of oil that did run from the block Of a falcon sedan 1969 The paper said '75 There were no survivors None found alive Trees break the sidewalk And the sidewalk skins my knees There's glass in my thermos And blood on my jeans Nickels and dimes of the fourth of july Roll off in a crooked line To the chain-link lots where the red tails dive Oh how I forgot what it's like Hey when she sings, when she sings when she sings like she runs Moves like she runs Hey when she moves, when she moves when she moves like she runs Moves like she runs Hey there there's such tender wolves 'round town tonight Round the town tonight Hey there there's such tender wolves 'round town tonight Round the town tonight Hey pretty baby get high with me, We can go to my sisters if we say we'll watch the baby The look on your face yanks my neck on the chain And I would do anything To see you again So I've fallen behind: Hey when she sings, when she sings when she sings like she runs Moves like she runs Hey when she moves, when she moves when she moves like she runs Moves like she runs Hey there there's such tender wolves 'round town tonight Round the town tonight Hey there there's such tender wolves 'round town tonight Round the town tonight Go on, go on scream and cry You're miles from where anyone will find you This is nothing new, no television crew They don't even put on the sirens My nightgown sweeps the pavement Please don't let him die Oh how I forgot... Sometimes it does. EDIT: Of course she turns out to be a gorgeous red-head. I tell you I'm cursed! Comments: 1 yo momma - Que?.

[20 Apr 2006|03:15am] [ music | Blind Lemon Jefferson- Lonesome House Blues ] Mmm. Been a while. It's 3:18 in the morning and I've lost my phone and all I really want to do is drive to your place and kiss you and watch the sunrise. Here's a little bit of NYC ( Vroom ) And a little bit of something else (   ) Celebrate life today! Comments: 7 yo mommas - Que?.

[24 Jan 2006|09:33pm] Dear Premature Defense Mechanisms, I understand. I completely understand why you're here and hanging around. It does not mean I care. It also does not mean I am ready to seriously address you. Stop occupying my time and space. Yes, you are entirely unwanted and I will appreciate it fully when you back the fuck off. Thanks. Adios. -Sagan P.S. Tell your friends the Fully Mature DMs that I'm not interested in their presence either. Thanks again. P.S. If you see my balls in outer-space (which is where I'm sending you), tell them English will get better soon and it's okay to return to my crotch. Please disregard them if they entirely lack scrotum. --------------------------- LBJ Folks--if you like queers (who doesn't?!) and food and sex talks (not the silly parental kind)...COME TO THE Gay/Straight Alliance MEETINGS. Wed. 7:30am rm 120. On that note...TUESDAY AFTERNOONS are still Scrabble Club gatherings! What can I do to get you guys to come (to either/both clubs)? Food, sex and Scrabble always make my life happy, but apparently do not work for everyone else? What the hell is wrong with kids these days? Comments: 7 yo mommas - Que?.

A Little Bourbon Wet and Warm [17 Dec 2005|11:07pm] [ mood | calm ] Adios amigos y amigas! I'm off to the land of snow and layers of warm clothes. For the last year? Maybe I'll break my right wrist! Happy holidays mi comrades. PS. There is something to be said for lazy afternoons (damn fingernails!) with frozen pizza, mango and time against my car once the night is over. PPS. There is also something to be said for a good group of gay women, the Queen (and therefore nice long laughs) and time sitting on the couch where we once laid and listened to the rain. PPSS. I just watched the L&O:SVU with Katherine Moennig. Fucking drool. Comments: 14 yo mommas - Que?.

[08 Dec 2005|11:38pm] [ mood | awake ] [ music | The sound of brain cells dying ] AZzzZzZzzZzZN kloWn EDIT- 2:54 am Dude. Note the eye redness. Comments: 8 yo mommas - Que?.

[27 Nov 2005|10:05am] [ music | The Smiths-Last Night I Dreamed That Somebody Loved Me ] Okay, okay! Dream last night: I'm wandering through piny-woods at that really nice point of dusk where the lighting makes everything look really enchanting. Okay, so. I'm walking along and everything is pretty serene and wonderful and I'm thinking about college, my car, and ya know, women. As my mind begins to think about those womenzzz, I get a strange feeling and turn around (a little on edge). I see only woods and maybe chipmunks fucking. Haha, no not really I was just trying to make things a little more interesting. Okay okay, so minus the chipmunks, I turn back around and continue walking. Behind me I hear something off to the left, I turn around and my eye catches an obscenely figured shadow. I do the whole "what in Zeus' name was that!!" head twisting and craning, but alas, I am unable to discover the source. I tell myself I won't turn around, no matter what, because shiiiiiiiiiiiit, I'm only imagining things and spooking myself. I continue to walk. Probably humming Lord of the Rings tunes to myself because wtf, I'm a nerd. Alright alright, so I'm coming upon a piece of Mordor and I feel something lightly lay its hand on my shoulder. I disobey my own pact and turn around quickly, only to see a ( beast ) similar to a barbarian ape-like creature drooling and stinking amongst the shadows. I, of course, don't shriek like a pansy and instead become a ( ninja ) and confront my attacker with wisdom and speed. As I trip over a root running the opposite direction, my mysterious foe lays its large and fungus-infested feet in front of my face. I look up as its face falls into the light. At once, I see my attacker's true features and lo! I did not think it possible, but it was worse than I could EVER IMAGINE. It was none other than the face of ( BARBRA STREISAND!!! ) My worst nightmare was really coming true. This time, I screamed like the time I found out I was having a Thanksgiving dinner three days after Thanksgiving. I attempted to rise from my spot in the mud and escape this heathen but she/he/Barbra possesses a quickness unlike that of a Ninja. With one fell swoop of her distorted bosom, it was KO. I awoke in my bed, relieved that it was all just a dream. Wiping the sweat from my forehead, I turn to look for Elie (my stuffed elephant) and there she is, Barbarian Barbra Streisand in all of her nauseating and Jewish glory. [skip 45 minutes of mad terror and sex] She's downstairs making bagels and coffee, and staying for Thanksgiving dinner three days late. Comments: 5 yo mommas - Que?.

[26 Nov 2005|05:01pm] [ music | Jimi Hendrix-The Wind Cries Mary ] Eat, sleep, etc. Or eat, sleep, watch movies, etc. OR eat, sleep, watch movies, sleep etc. I really love laughing with you. And the wind whispers Mary. PS. My middle name is DANGEROUS. Comments: Que?.

Pneumonia [18 Nov 2005|02:42pm] [ music | Busta Rhymes- Gimme Some Mo' ] Ahahahaha best doctors appointment EVER. I got to take off my shirt and my pants!! Comments: 5 yo mommas - Que?.

[10 Nov 2005|07:12am] [ mood | drained ] [ music | Deerhoof-Lemon and Little Lemon ] I'm up so early only to listen to the African Extravaganza on KVRX. Why? Because I desperately need something to raise my spirits (yesterday afternoon did help), and this show gets my queer ass dancing! I wish I was driving in my car with the AE blasting and my windows rolled down. Rest well, Straticus. ( RIP Frederick (Spi#12) ) Hey look, you pesky kids should come to Scrabble Club next Tuesday the 15th because I'm making good (clean, sorry $ = 0) brownies and maybe some chips and salsa and some soda. It might even be what you call...a party? Yes? Oh, yes. And if it turns out I'm going to feed only 5 boy nerds, I will become severely depressed. So come and bring a friend and play some Scrabble, speed Scrabble, speed Scrabble II, phonetic Scrabble, Spanish Scrabble (wait! Isn't that the same as phonetic?!), Upwords, or Junior Scrabble! Oh, the possibilities! In short: Sagan needs cheering. Come to Scrabble Club. Eat some shit. Comments: 7 yo mommas - Que?.

[31 Oct 2005|11:47pm] [ mood | sleepy ] [ music | Michael Jackson-Thriller ] So it's official, I'm the luckiest guy around. I ran out of gas this evening whilst speeding trying to make it home on time. Called my mother, who had been asleep, and generally was an asshole kid that calls their Mom when they run out of gas while trying to make their curfew and damn, their Mom has been sick for two weeks now so that increases the levels of assholery. I just saved a bunch of money on my car insurance by switching to GEICO. I'm really tired and happy, so forgive me if you feel so inclined. No but seriously, there's been so much that is beyond wonderful--I genuinely don't know what to do to myself. So I end up skipping seventh periods and showing up to school as a dead greaser wishing I was studly enough to be James Dean. If it was acceptable I would be incredibly sappy here. Talking about how nice it has been spending time with you, how much I enjoy our late night/early morning conversations, experiencing excellent sleeping adventures, becoming overwhelmed with that fluttery feeling when I think of you and good warm pancakes. But Santos knows I love him so I don't have to go all ape-shit girly on yo' ass. Speaking of pancakes...SCRABBLE CLUB TOMORROW! I hope Pankake can come because I miss him. Lots. I'll try and bring something halloween related instead of brownies? Would you nerds enjoy that? Sounds like a plan, Saul McO'Flanaganess? Sometimes I wish ( Christopher Walken ) would reveal the secret to his amazing old-man wrinkles but I'm sure there are some things he would require death in trade of knowledge...wrinkles being one of them. For now his visits in my dreams will suffice. Comments: 2 yo mommas - Que?.

Updating fo' ya! (barf) [17 Oct 2005|08:46pm] [ mood | accomplished ] [ music | Björk-Hidden Place (remix) ] Take that strange, non-animated red-head as an example children! Liking Dashboard Confessional is SHAMEFUL!!!! Look at what it did to poor Dracula!!!!! P.S. SCRABBLE CLUB YAYYAYAY SHAMELESS PLUG! Comments: 3 yo mommas - Que?.

[16 Oct 2005|10:34pm] [ music | Tracy Chapman- For You ] A wise man once said "moonlight is sculpture" and I fear I'm beginning to believe him. Comments: Que?.

Diamonds on My Neck [09 Oct 2005|10:38am] [ mood | smitten ] Haha, I'm not sure where to begin. I thought it would be a good idea to sleep with my head at the foot of the bed last night. I was wrong. Among other things, it seemed to influence my dreams to be upside-down. It's less interesting than you'd think. I also thought it would be a nice change to put some turquoise in my hair. Seeing as how it turned out that lovely shade of shit green, I guess I was wrong about that too. Those are the only negative things I could think of. Everything else is [embarrassingly] excellent. Oh! I don't have to be at school until 11:50 am...on WEDNESDAY. But of course Scrabble Club will go on! Tuesday aftaschoo'. Comments: 6 yo mommas - Que?.

[02 Oct 2005|06:35pm] [ mood | cheerful ] [ music | Randy Newman- Let's Drop the Big One ] Santos called me today after-school to discuss the crossword. I love that boy! Also, I'm growing a pumpkin for Halloween! It's exciting, promise. Last night will make me smile all week. SCRABBLE CLUB TOMORROW! Alrighty folks, bring your friends! It's gonna be a ball. With brownies fo' sho'! After-school in Mr. Flowers' room! I know I'm losing too many attendees to Japan Club, Shakespeare Club and Slam Poetry Club (which I'm pretty interested in actually), but you should come to Scrabble Club tomorrow so we can talk about a possible second meeting time! Yeah, I pretty much only update when Scrabble announcements are needed nowadays. ( Something really cute ) Comments: 8 yo mommas - Que?.

[25 Sep 2005|08:13pm] [ music | The Ditty Bops- Wishful Thinking ] Today in the halls I heard someone say the words "infinite", "love", and "carrots" in the same sentence and now I feel I may have passed up my soul-mate. Nah, really I'm just feeling raw. As opposed to calloused. I guess I feel, whatchucalldat, vulnerable? But not exactly. Must have something to do with all the room-sharing that's been going on lately. Knowing there are adults I am generally uncomfortable with going through the titles on my bookshelves makes me feel exposed. Also, I only half-hid the collected 'works' and jeebus only knows how revealing those are. This morning I remembered that crucial thing I was forgetting. It would have been his birthday. So, driving to school I sang his favorite song and died from laughter thinking of how tickled he would be. Last night I'm not sure I slept at all. Hot damn! P.S. I'm sorry you're going through this and I wish there was something I could do for you other than pretend this is anything helpful. ____________________ To All! There will be a Scrabble Club meeting tomorrow! Room 248 from 3:31 to approximately 5:00 (I'll try and make an announcement). I might not be there, but I trust you all to entertain yourselves. I will provide the standard 3 boards and Third Edition Scrabble Dictionary and hopefully brownies of some sort! As usual, feel free to bring anything else you wish. Also, bring a friend. Because we all know it's fun to play with your homies. And don't give in to the temptations of Shakespeare or Slam Poetry and whatnot because we all know that without Scrabble, those things would not exist ;). Drive slow. Spike the punch. Comments: 14 yo mommas - Que?.

[21 Sep 2005|10:06pm] I cannot shake the feeling I'm forgetting something crucial. Ragweed eats my soul, and I'm vaguely preparing myself for some intense weekend activities. I dream of pumpkins and transitions. Arias and septums. Candles and telephones. Salmon and early-morning inks. That about sums up life. Except I'm overlooking something? Comments: 4 yo mommas - Que?.

[18 Sep 2005|11:57pm] [ mood | awake ] [ music | Queen-Bicycle Race ] ATTENTION Scrabble Clubbers! There will not be a gathering tomorrow Tuesday 20th! Maybe Gamer's will be prepared though? But next week's meeting will be rockin'! I promise extra special brownies as well as discussion of a school-wide tournament (wow!). Bring a comrade! And if any of you play Canasta, I will love you and gladly play with you (yes during Scrabble club). ( I miss this ) Comments: 7 yo mommas - Que?.

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