golden tongues.

kurbee_v3 @ 2003-11-05T22:05:00

2003-11-06T03:06:50Z

ALRIGHT I'M SORRY OKAY? REALLY.

But forget the new journal, really.

After some thought [and an idea connected by two comments]... I'm reviving my old journal. Y'know, romanreloaded?

So, add that again if you dropped it.

kurbee_v3 @ 2003-11-05T18:17:00

2003-11-05T23:18:32Z

heh... sorry kids...

But.

I'm changing journals [again].

IF YOU WANT, ADD MY NEW JOURNAL AS A FRIEND.

kurbee_v4

I'll keep this one for a few more days, just so everyone transitions correctly.

kurbee_v3 @ 2003-11-05T17:40:00

2003-11-05T22:41:30Z

"There's a fine, fine line between love and a waste of time".

huh. Y'don't say.

kurbee_v3 @ 2003-11-05T16:06:00

2003-11-05T21:06:56Z

I woke up early today, took the day off and went to see the Matrix Revolutions [see: last entry]. Alex brought his new woman, Chante [Alex's girlfriend tally: and Chante makes three!], which kind of irked me, but Alex has been irking me beyond belief lately, so it wasn't any different. I was conversational and polite, unlike he's been to my guests [the "white bitch" comment isn't let off just 'cause he took me out to the movies].

Headed home, discussed with mom what I think of Alex's actions and their reasoning [Alex has a chip on his shoulder because of the shitty hand at life he's been dealt, and therefore abides by the rule that if you screw people, they can't screw you, and uses his powers of manipulation to enact this]. It sounded plausible.

Went to Best Buy. Bought Super Mario Three for the GBA. It's goddamn ice cold, damnit. Waves of nostalgia keep hitting me, and my childhood flashes back before me, eating cereal with too much sugar and playing this game for hours.

Also bought Steps by my new favorite author, Jerzy Kosinski, and God's Mountain by Erri De Luca.

Discussed with mom the prospect of buying Hector's old car, his Mercury Sable. While it's not the best thing as of yet, a nice midnight blue paintjob and some shiny rims and that would be ice cold. Odds are pitching for January.

Decided to try to have more fun in life.

Debated long into last night about apologizing. It's not to say I was going to apologize to keep the peace; it's simply that part of me is sick of having to apologize constantly for feeling a certain way. More on this as the conversation will be had.

Found the first sketch of Habitual from Suburban Carnival. I like it.

kurbee_v3 @ 2003-11-05T12:26:00

2003-11-05T17:26:21Z

Before I get on about my past night and morn, it's only fair that I give the Matrix it's own review. I won't spoil the ending unless you ask, and remember, to get the best viewing, do NOT compare it to any other movie, and you oughta see the first two right before it.

A quick history:

The Matrix, starring Keanu Reeves, Carrie-Anne Moss and Laurence Fishburne.

The original story is something like this world we live in is actually a fabrication created out of computer programming, and the man who will later be known as Neo is none other than our loveable mystery man, Keanu. With the help of Laurence and Carrie-Anne, Keanu learns he's living a pre-made life, and we're introduced to characters and ideas we'll know for the future of movie history: agents, the Matrix, Agent Smith, stopping bullets with your hand, and Neo. The story is solid, the graphics redefined movie-making as we knew it, and there was MORE to be seen!

The Matrix Reloaded

We return with Keanu, Carrie-Anne and Laurence and a plethora of new characters, including Link, played by that crippled guy from Oz, and Jada Pinkett Smith, lookin' actually pretty sexy. Keanu and Carrie-Anne are hot lovers, the city of Zion are against the Machine City sentinels [eh?] and Neo is engaged in a hardcore war against Agent Smith, who's the motherfucking man, btw. The graphics were a bit overhyped, but were pretty interesting. We also meet the French guy whose name nobody remembers, the twins who do cool ghost-stuff, and the Oracle and her Asian bodyguard. The story lacked, but the fight scenes were pretty hot.

MAIN ATTRACTION: THE MATRIX REVOLUTIONS

The two intersecting plotlines are basically the war on Zion [Zion versus the machines] and Neo versus Agent Smith, who's monopolized on the Matrix and basically made everyone his suit and glasses wearin' self. The story is much less complex than the second movie and leaves out any complex monologues [the Architect sucks], yet still lets a little more acting shine through than the second. Keanu is not as crappy of an actor than originally thought: remember kids, he's SUPPOSED to act quiet and reserved. Laurence Fishburne takes an even further backseat, with much less screen time and no monologues to inspire. This makes me sad. No new tricks learned, either, except maybe being able to see past true vision. Christ-like actions and references abound, Star Wars comparisons aside, in fact, ALL comparisons aside, the third movie is a better balance of graphics and acting, which means one thing only: OVERHYPETASTIC. The Agent Smith/Neo culminating fight to the death is more like "fightfightTALKTALKTALKfightfightTALKfightTALKTALKTALK". While it all pieces together nicely, bringing the two plots together, the ending was a bit expected, if you think in the right mindset [I knew it, for the record]. One slightly more surprising death, though, and a few new characters.

Negative:

Okay, the first Matrix was inspiring and intelligent. The second two became a superhero story and lost sight of the deeper intelligence that brought the Matrix to our eyes. The graphics were a touch overhyped, and damnit if they keep bringing these characters in. And what the fuck, Laurence Fishburne is the man. More Laurence, less of these losers.

Positive:

The good old fashioned GOOD VERSUS EVIL that we lack in movies nowadays. Agent Smith is our damn best villain in many years. The comparisons to Neo being a stronger, more violent Jesus Christ are totally obvious and somewhat interesting to think. The graphics are admittedly pretty interesting during the fight scene and Neo's new vision; furthermore, the war scenes rocked. The actors don't suck.

All in all:

The movie's worth is debateable. Should you spend your cold, hard cash on seeing it? Yeah, sure, but don't expect it to be amazing. It simply ties up old ends. It won't make you think as philosophically as the first one did; it won't make your brain hurt like the second one did. Out of a possible ten pieces of bread with a hard-on, I'll give it:

And one if you view it as a trilogy and not a singular movie.

kurbee_v3 @ 2003-11-04T22:06:00

2003-11-05T03:07:16Z

Sudden realization of the night: I'm like my mother in one single striking trait: We will do something against ourselves to spite another person [possibly for their benefit].

Right now, I suppose I'll debate it.

Edit: There is nothing, NOTHING more frustrating than being frustrated with someone you don't want to be frustrated with in the first place.

Double Edit: This was the fucking funniest in an "aw" kinda way thing ever:

HunterFett 117 (10:21:13 PM): OH MY GOD
HunterFett 117 (10:21:17 PM): Dude, she called again
EmperorKirby (10:21:20 PM): Mhm.
HunterFett 117 (10:21:22 PM): She has the CUTEST laugh EVER
EmperorKirby (10:21:26 PM): LOL!
HunterFett 117 (10:21:33 PM): I swear.
HunterFett 117 (10:21:50 PM): She giggles and it's cute and all, but her cousin did something and she cracked up
HunterFett 117 (10:21:57 PM): OH MY GOD.

kurbee_v3 @ 2003-11-04T18:48:00

2003-11-04T23:49:31Z

I've generally settled on what has been or could've been bothering me today, aside from the burning fact that I've been in my room all day, and that does painful things to my thought process.

x This unknown factor of school and my future with it. It's better off not thought too much of. It's not to say I'm completely ignoring it, but even if I wanted to get my GED, I'd be stuck taking my classes right now anyway, and it looks better if I left on a higher note than a completely crap semester, so there's no use totally killing myself over it [for now]. Discussing the options with multiple people, peers, adults, counselors, teachers, mom, and the like, and progressively thinking harder and harder about it seems doable, but not simply jumping into hardcore "yes or no" decisions.

x The most bizarre feeling of lack of importance with Mollie. It's somewhat inexplicable, and maybe it's because I don't bring things like this up with her anymore and maybe it's because I don't talk to Erik about her to maybe get some insight into her better, or maybe it's just that I don't like discussing things regarding Mollie [unless it's "we're cool", not in the lovey dovey range or the "I feel weird because of X" range], but I cannot fully explain it. I just feel like things were nicer when she was in Cali. Maybe she expected something out of me or something. I don't know. The solution? I don't know, actually. I suppose it's best not to focus on it [sense a pattern?].

x Approaching things with Devin. With his knack for saying whatever I'm doing or saying back to Jackie for whatever reason, it's made me apprehensive as hell to even continue talking to him. It was either simply do not talk to him, or filter my information to him, at least until he gets this idea that some things are not for everyone to know. I suppose I made my choice.

x Jim. I don't know, part of me feels like I should've dealt with this already, and feels partially guilty because I HAVEN'T, and feels partially annoyed with the obligation of dealing with it [it was his fucking fault in the first place]. No solution yet.

x I keep tugging at my hair. I haven't done this since I was a young boy. It's some sort of tic.

Now, I just want to talk and talk and talk and empty myself of my thoughts and laugh and laugh and socialize. I feel slightly hopped up on medicine.

kurbee_v3 @ 2003-11-04T13:16:00

2003-11-04T18:16:42Z

PS - I've figured out that I want to be Canadian when I grow up.

kurbee_v3 @ 2003-11-04T13:04:00

2003-11-04T18:05:04Z

Edited, because I'm thinking a lot, and when I think, I talk, especially under the influence [of white fudge covered Oreos and Robitussin]. Categorized, for your reading.

NaNoWriMo story.

My NaNoWriMo story is set: The plot basically revolves around a man named Calvin Penfield, and focuses predominately on love. After a fight with his live-in girlfriend, causing the two to "take a break indefinitely", the two are manipulated by mutual friends into taking a road trip down the East Coast in hopes of getting the pair back together.

The rest is generally comedic antics of the eccentric friends and somewhere in the early middle comes an integral piece of the main plot: another woman enters and raises the question, "Is it better to settle on someone who's a sure thing, or risk your heart with someone who makes you feel amazing?"

I'm thoroughly pleased with the concept.

Parts of it are based on real life, ranging from the Courtney saga [the basis of the story took shape at that point] up until now, specifically the theme of "risky love versus sure bets". I work best when I understand my characters, which is why I adore my character from Suburban Carnival rather than Holden from New York, NY.

An artistic view of my closet.

I put up some pictures of my friends and family on my door. After a scuffle with someone made me question friendships and made me think of taking down their picture, I decided not to, and even further, I think I'm going to put up more pictures of people who've gone by. The door's going to be more of a collage of people then and now, who've made me who I am. An artistic collage of my life, photograph-style. It's kind of an interesting thought.

My fight with the future [GED style].

I've had serious thoughts about my GED recently. With an academic future in the balance, it's taking a long time to reach a decision. In short, is the possibility of taking extra time in high school really worth it? Can I eke out opportunities elsewhere solely on a GED? Furthermore, will I be able to live with myself, knowing I fell victim to a GED just like Ryan and mom?

I suppose part of it is me being impatient. I want to get out already. It's taken me this long, but I've finally realized that I'm old, and I need to live my life, and this is the point where my actions are stronger and more important than ever. I want to get it over with and shape my life.

However, I'm unsure as to the possibilities that lie ahead, in terms of "GED versus diploma". Can a strong portfolio, decent SAT grades, and a GED barely grasp me an acceptence to SVA? If it can, why should I leave myself to the mercy of my school?

I just want something to change, already.

It's taking a toll on me.

A bit about suicide.

It's Election Day, and this is the day I mourn.

Jim, for all those who may not know or remember, once was a close friend of mine who many did not get the luck of meeting. I know amazing people now, but Jim, Jim was what true friendship was all about. Told me how it was, with enough knowledge of me to know I hate criticism. Was always there when I needed to bitch about women, and helped me to see the other side of the fence. Never, EVER told a word of my business to anyone who didn't already know it. The kid was amazing at what I lacked: communication. He was a writer and played guitar, both so intensely, it made me shiver. Wise beyond his years. Funniest guy you'll ever meet, and I mean, funny comparable to like, me, heh.

And then, when he was sixteen, two Election Days ago, he shot himself, rather randomly, and died instantly.

At first, I was furious. Mainly on the fact he didn't leave a note. Then, it was simply bizarre. Hard to believe. I've never had dealt with death before, and that was strange. Then, I don't know... I remember him fondly, but I don't think I've ever... I don't know. This is the first year I'm taking it harder than usual, possibly because I wish he was here to help me through these crazy times I'm living here. It was one of the first times that I told myself to keep away from people, to avoid closeness, because they always end up leaving anyway.

I'll miss you, Jim, you stupid fuck.

He'd be eighteen right now.

Lighter-hearted sickness.

I keep getting off and on sick, and I'll take too much Robitussin and feel kinda buzzed and be real mouthy and tell people a lot of brutal honesty, and I should stop, but I do end up feeling better.

Taking the Seinfeld route.

They say you should go out in style before you get canceled, at least in the TV industry. I toyed with that idea today, of just going out with a bang to certain people, expressing things, and then leaving them, left with fond memories and that such thing. Sometimes you have to prune the dead leaves for the plant to grow.

This sounds like a sick suicide note, heh.

This and more, going on in the brain of Kevin Roman, November 4th, 2003.

kurbee_v3 @ 2003-11-02T22:41:00

2003-11-03T03:42:54Z

Unbridled honesty by means of sickness and delirium [and Robitussin out the ass!].

While I've gotten a lot better at taking emotions such as anger and depression and molding them into more useful feelings, I'm currently fighting an overly-sentimental vibe with my utmost mental strength.

Round 2 of trying to communicate myself better:

Scratch that. Round 3:

I had a very pleasant night with Mollie last night, and had been in a fine mood, generally, until for some reason, I got this disgusting wave of sentimentality.
This whole, "Aw, Mollie... aw" wanting to see more of her type of thing going on, and it just made me feel... awkward, really.
I supposed that part of it was because I generally feel awkward with those type of emotions when it comes to Mollie,
and some bit of it was also the lack of title,
but not in the sense I had thought it was about.

Before, the title meant security,
and while it still does, I can settle for not having one in her best interest.
But, it's more or less about her leaving.
I mean, Jack and I had, for the most part, an untitled relationship.
However, I knew she'd be there, all the time, and wouldn't go ditching me for someone better.
Even after the Courtney debaucle.
However, with Mollie, in the untitled relationship type of deal,
[I feel awkward even mentioning it, for some reason, which is a whole 'nother issue]
I can't help but wonder or think if just one day, it'll be done, kaput, no mo' Kevin and Mollie, whatever they were.
It's like that line in that song that I love that Me First and The Gimme Gimmes covered.
"So tell me now, and I won't ask again. Will you still love me tomorrow?"
It makes me wonder if I have abandonment issues.

A similarly attached issue includes my great fear of being romantic with Mollie.
While being romantic with Jack was always awkward for other reasons,
with Mollie, it's sort of because several times where I've said I love you and to no reply.
She doesn't seem to be a [verbally?] romantic person.
I don't know; this is more sketchy.

Enough of that. Take a trip with Paco.

kurbee_v3 @ 2003-11-02T18:27:00

2003-11-02T23:28:40Z

This must be shared.

Eye Halve a Spelling Chequer

Eye halve a spelling chequer
It came with my pea sea
It plainly marques four my revue
Miss steaks eye kin knot sea.
Eye strike a key and type a word
And weight four it two say
Weather eye am wrong oar write
It shows me strait a weigh.
As soon as a mist ache is maid
It nose bee fore two long
And eye can put the error rite
Its rarely ever wrong.
Eye have run this poem threw it
I am shore your pleased two no
Its letter perfect in it's weigh
My chequer tolled me sew.

kurbee_v3 @ 2003-11-02T11:40:00

2003-11-02T14:50:20Z

Edit.

Alright, so yesterday began at 2:00pm [+1] and was rushed for the most part [-2]. After a slight tiff about my wardrobe with mom [-1], and terrible hat hair [-1], the get-together for Jacqueline's 16th birthday began. Aside from being uncomfortable as fuck [-1], it was pleasant [+1], and I was early, to boot [+1]. My gift went over pretty well, since she cried, not once, not twice, but three times [+3]. Afterwards, dropped Devin off, hit home, and went to pick up Mollie. Things were at ease [+1] and she had a hoodie I totally am going to steal [+0]. Jackie called, and so as to not ruin her wonderful day, I sort of lied about Mollie being there [-2, but +1 for good intentions]. After Devin deciding to read our personal conversation aloud to Jack, she got into a tiff, understandably [-2].

A pensive aside: this makes me wonder a lot of what I wondered aloud to Mollie. It makes me question Devin and I's friendship, or his intentions with it, if he constantly seeks Jackie's approval via honesty, not caring to think of the repercussions, the best interest of others, and furthermore, my feelings. Also, it's frustrating to be in a situation where if I tell Jacqueline something about Mollie, she has a fit, and if I lie to keep her from having a fit, she has another fit.

So, Jack doesn't want to talk to me, she says [-1]. All that aside, the latter part of the evening was pleasant [+1] and most of the early morning was pleasant also [+1]. ::censored:: [-5]. Sleep didn't happen [-1], but it was a nice time watching her sleep nonetheless [+1]. I should've took pictures of her sleeping. And then laughed [+0]. Morning came, and there was a bit of Ave. Q to listen to [+1 for each song listened to: +4 I think]. I walked her to the bus stop at the crack of ass, and so she left [-0]. Now, I'm watching White Oleander [+1], and going to make some food [+1], and contemplate how to approach current situations [-1].

November 1st and 2nd, 2003: Zero. I'll be damned, it balanced out.

kurbee_v3 @ 2003-10-31T22:10:00

2003-11-01T03:10:55Z

A sort of last minute, spur of the moment action. I'm torn between three stories; one is a generally planned out storyline involving a break-up, sparking an east coast road trip and the foibles that ensue, one a less-thought-out darker story involving a hard-luck life story, and one pseudo-thought out story for a man's relationship with a woman [a lot more to this one]. I have approximately... two hours to choose.

That's totally hot for me.

kurbee_v3 @ 2003-10-28T23:06:00

2003-10-29T04:07:22Z

hypocrite: "do as I say, not as I do"
Webster's Definition: 1 : a feigning to be what one is not or to believe what one does not; especially : the false assumption of an appearance of virtue or religion

unclear: not easily deciphered or understood.
Webster's Definition: [not] 3 a : easily heard b : easily visible : PLAIN c : free from obscurity or ambiguity : easily understood

spiteful: harboring ill-will and acting upon it, especially in vengeful situations [to hurt those who've hurt you, purposely or not].
Webster's Definition: 1 : petty ill will or hatred with the disposition to irritate, annoy, or thwart
- in spite of : in defiance or contempt of : without being prevented by

petty: not easily forgiving and/or forgetful of certain actions one does to you.
Webster's Definition: 3 : marked by or reflective of narrow interests and sympathies

unforgiving: having a hard time accepting apologies of others.
Webster's Definition: 2 : having or making no allowance for error or weakness

mistrusting: not being able to easily accept and believe the words and actions of other people.
Webster's Definition: 2 : to doubt the truth, validity, or effectiveness of

kurbee_v3 @ 2003-10-28T21:29:00

2003-10-29T02:29:36Z

I've been thinking far too much lately, but in a calm manner, in a hopeful manner. Mostly about myself in terms of my own self, instead of myself in terms of other people, for once. In an expanding way, instead of an implosion. Partially from thoughts and exercises devised from AA's 12 Step Program, partially from thoughts and exercises stemmed from those steps, partially from conversations and realizations, but in a whole, thinking more of how I affect other people and myself. It's slow going, but thinking and realizing more than ever is positive. Now it's using this information.

kurbee_v3 @ 2003-10-27T23:03:00

2003-10-28T04:04:07Z

An exercise.

stubborn: unwilling to bend to other's wishes.
Webster's Definition: 1 a (1) : unreasonably or perversely unyielding

non-communicative: unwilling to openly express ideas.
Webster's Definition: [one who doesn't engage in] 3 a : a process by which information is exchanged between individuals through a common system of symbols, signs, or behavior

manipulative: one who alters situations to their own benefit.
Webster's Definition: b : to control or play upon by artful, unfair, or insidious means especially to one's own advantage
3 : to change by artful or unfair means so as to serve one's purpose

pushy: one who urges another to do a certain act.
Webster's Definition: : aggressive often to an objectionable degree

quick to temper: a hothead; one who tends to release anger without consideration.

quick to assume: one who makes judgements without full information.
Webster's Definition: 5 : to take as granted or true

jealous: hard to explain.
Webster's Definition: 1 a : intolerant of rivalry or unfaithfulness b : disposed to suspect rivalry or unfaithfulness

to be continued.

kurbee_v3 @ 2003-10-27T21:10:00

2003-10-28T02:10:46Z

You can just call me Kermit.

kurbee_v3 @ 2003-10-26T23:47:00

2003-10-27T04:48:09Z

I am in the best mood I've been in in months.

THANKS GO TO:

Devin. For, you know, being there, and like, showing me the hottie. Heh.
Mollie. That was cute. It put the perma-smile on me. And melted my underwear.
Kelly. FOR OFFERING YOUR DREAMCAST TO ME. OH MY GOD, MARVEL VS CAPCOM 2 WILL BE ON ONCE AGAIN!.
Caela. For also being there to talk. <3

kurbee_v3 @ 2003-10-26T22:28:00

2003-10-27T03:28:32Z

Devin's possible potential love-baby is a hot hottie who makes my underwear melt.

kurbee_v3 @ 2003-10-26T21:57:00

2003-10-27T02:57:57Z

Random:

x Whoever is relaying my entries back to the ex, want to tell me who you are? I'm not upset, I just find it really funny, in a way, and curiosity runs rampant.

x In fact, is there anyone who isn't on my friends list who reads this?

x It'd be totally hot if I was cool with all of my exes. I'd be happy as a clam without it's gooey insides sucked out.

x I had yet another sex dream last night. This makes three in the past week, I believe. I wonder what in the world it means.

x I notice little behavioral changes and equate them with huge motives.

x I had a terribly interesting conversation last night, topics varying from Jim to the 80s. It made me think about my actions and habits a lot. It made me think in general.

x Jim will have shot himself two years ago in November.

x I never got my Dreamcast back, and that is a lesson learned. Women and expensive diamond/white gold rings come and go, but damnit, game consoles are forever.

kurbee_v3 @ 2003-10-26T04:53:00

2003-10-26T09:53:22Z

Tomorrow, if I remain in this mood, I will discuss with you all my appreciation for you, individually.

And get a haircut.

Now, I make an entry and then meditate a bit, and think, and hope, and hope some more.

Pardon my vagueness right now, especially the intensity and specificity [?]. Since people have been figuring out my cryptocity, I have to kick it up a notch. ::grin::

I will learn to either mention openly that which I may feel the need to and accept whatever response or lack thereof may come about, remembering things don't change overnight, or I will realize things are to be known and not necessarily said, but either way I will deal with the nagging demon of doubt in me, that brings irrationality, and silence him in hopes to better myself.

This goes for a plethora of people: I simply don't know what to make of you.

kurbee_v3 @ 2003-10-26T00:38:00

2003-10-26T04:38:20Z

After a fight, the best topic of conversation is always Bawls.

HunterFett 117 (12:15:26 AM): In the mean time, I now have Bawls.
EmperorKirby (12:15:44 AM): I, um, oh, is that, um, oh?
HunterFett 117 (12:16:23 AM): Bawls. Take note of the spelling.
HunterFett 117 (12:16:28 AM): It's an energy .
HunterFett 117 (12:16:33 AM): drink, that was.
HunterFett 117 (12:16:41 AM): I don't know why it skipped that entire word.
EmperorKirby (12:16:56 AM): Bawls is good, then?
HunterFett 117 (12:17:27 AM): I'm not sure. I've not tried it yet. The point is, many a geek love Bawls, and I now have some.
EmperorKirby (12:17:38 AM): I wonder if Bawls is tasty.
HunterFett 117 (12:18:03 AM): I hear Bawls is quite tasty.
HunterFett 117 (12:18:12 AM): In fact, Anthony buys his Bawls by the case.
HunterFett 117 (12:18:20 AM): Sacks of 'em.
EmperorKirby (12:18:47 AM): I may have to get some Bawls myself.
HunterFett 117 (12:19:23 AM): I will tell you if you should get some Bawls. After, of course, I've tested my own Bawls.
EmperorKirby (12:19:41 AM): Good. You'll be my tester of Bawls.

Who doesn't love porn?

List of artists I idolize:

x David Mack.
x Alex Maleev.
x Brian Hitch.
x Phil Noto.
x Kevin Llewellyn.
x James Jean.
x Ramon Perez.
x Humberto Ramos.
x Skottie Young.
x Scott fuckIforgothisnamethat'showmuchIidolizehim.

I totally feel like I'm never going to get into SVA. I have been told I have talent, or I'm a really good artist, and I've begun to disagree. I have "potential". Talent denotes the ability to do something, and potential denotes the possibility that I could acquire or hone these talents.

Does potential get you to college?

How many times would I make fuck with Mollie? Let's go to our rep.

kurbee_v3 @ 2003-10-26T00:03:00

2003-10-26T04:03:32Z

Dear Florida,

You may have won, but at least we can vote properly.

Love always,
New York.

kurbee_v3 @ 2003-10-25T19:15:00

2003-10-25T23:17:12Z

I got one of those silly emails about what men want or something like that, but there was one part that I would like to stress to all women everywhere.

Ask for what you want. Let us be clear on this one: Subtle hints do not work. Strong hints to not work. Obvious hints do not work. Just say it.

kurbee_v3 @ 2003-10-24T16:34:00

2003-10-24T20:34:57Z

I had a really good night last night, despite getting only one hour of sleep, total. It was painful to wake up, but the conversation was well worth it. It had been a while since it was so relaxed and full of laughter. I missed getting light-headed from laughing so much.

"Blahblah... and I'll rattle your bones out of your body... and eat them..."
"What the fuck?!"

Today was eventful. School for a half-day [hey, look, I actually went!], which was depressing, because I tanked my math test, which I blame on lack of sleep and focus [note to self: study math more]. The rest of the day flew by, including telling sex jokes with Mr. Lackow. Went to the pizzeria with Jacqueline, Jessica, and this girl, Corin, I think. Hit up the bus stop and ran into Bailey and Caela, where we went to Caela's to do... nothing in particular. Ended up watching Homestar Runner toons, inventing games [Burt-ball!] and renaming her dog three or four times [I like Leonard the best].

Altogether, I have high hopes for this weekend, at least. It's been pleasant, and I hope it stays this way. I'm legitimately happy.