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hey, anyone seen that Starburst commercial where the guy makes a bust out of his girl friend and it's all made of starburst and he starts licking it and biting it? It's funnier if you know the background. Listen to the song in the background.

I still don't know what to make of the whole UA trip. It was a trip. I saw a wind tunnel. They served cold burgers for lunch. Meh.

not all country music sucks

Artist - Charlie Robison
Album - Good Times
Lyrics - El Cerrito Place

I been hangin' round this place, I been lookin' through your space I been waitin' for you, I've been waitin' for you All the places you would go, all the people that you know I've been lookin' for you, I've been lookin' for you And all them pretty people up on El Cerrito Place They all got somethin' in their pockets, all got somethin' on their face They roll down to La Brea where it meets the boulevard Singin' hallelujah while they dance over the stars They all think they're goin' far

Chorus: Me I've been lookin' for you baby, I've been lookin' for you baby I've been lookin' for you baby, I've been lookin' for you baby All night long, all night long, all night long

Somebody said they might have seen you where the ocean meets the land So I've been out here all night lookin' for your footprints in the sand Did you hear the ocean singing, baby did you sing along As you danced over the water to some ol' forgotten song, Were you even here at all?

Me I've been lookin' for you baby, I've been lookin' for you baby I've been lookin' for you baby, I've been lookin' for you baby All night long, all night long, all night long

Somehow I wound up in the desert just after daylight There's a Joshua Tree grows that little place you always liked These pioneer town people they ain't got too much to say and if they might have seen you they ain't givin' you away Now it's been two days

Me I've been lookin' for you baby, I've been lookin' for you baby I've been lookin' for you baby, I've been lookin' for you baby All night long, all night long, all night long

I think I'll go back to the city, back to El Cerrito Place That's the last time I saw that pretty smile upon your face

I've been lookin' for you baby
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I missed being able to go to RIce so I could go to UA Engineering Day. I'm sure mom's happy about that . I could be in HOuston theoretically right now. This better have been worth it.

Yes, the UA is the best choice in terms of overall potential and proximity not to mention money, but I don't want to stay here. But how much of this is my own selfishness and how much is it other's wishes? Mom always said she wanted me to go wherever I'd be happiest, and for her that means I stay at UA so I can have a tight knit family close by in case I need it, but for me that means figuring out my limits single handedly and the only way I know how to do that is to go out of state. I mean Houston's a straight ride along I-10- it's not the other edge of the world.

But if I go out of state, I know that means nana will die within a year. That's what happened with mom and granpa James. And, if this makes any sense, I want to get out so mom can live again. But, I don't know, every college that accepts me makes the whole process harder. In a way it would've been nice if Rice and RIT had rejected me. Now I never had any real intention of going to Rochester. I mean, even Devin is wearing pants and shoes up there. But still, the fact that the potential is there makes it that much more heart wrenching.

Apparently I should hear from MIT around pi day, 3-14 (teehehe cuz I'm a nerd). Right now all I want is some closure. If that's means MIT rejecting me, then that's fine. If that means them accepting me and giving an offer I can't refuse, then so be it. The last I want to do is make a decision about my life. It's like that "Escape from Fredom" lecture we had at the beginning of the year. If we have freedom, we want regulation. If we're regulated, we want freedom. Ther'es just no winning. I just can't win.

Mr. Indecisive

I seriously need to stop being such a laissez faire type of person. Devin looked at my voter regiostration card, where I'm listed as NOP (No Party affiliation) and he said, "Stand for something. Geesh."

The problem is I've never been a very standing person. I hate making decisions that affect the of outcome of myself and others. My mom used to get me those "Pick your own story" type of stories, and I ALWAYS had to find out what the other option was. I couldn't be content with just taking one road. I want to take all of them, even though I know I flat out can't.

For a short-run basis, Target has a 3.2 megapixel camera w/ a 64MB memory card for just 77 bucks! Tht's pretty sweet, since comparably similar cameras run upwards of 2, 3 hunderd dollars. But do I need a camera, I ask myself, Sure, I'd like one, but what would i do with one? Take pictures? Yeah, but is it worth it even if it's only 77 bucks?! Is there something else you could spend your child-support money on like, I don't know, AP DEPOSITS?! You could get a disposable for 5, and the prints probably just like 10 more.

For a long term basis, there's college. Don't get me started.

I just wish everything was simple probability. MIT has something like 20% aceptance rate, so there is a 20% chance I'll be accepted. Then if I got in, what would be the probablility of me going there? .1? .2? pi to the negative 1 power? If it could only be that easy. Pull out the calculator. Random number generate and VOILA! you're going to ________. But no.

I think I might worry about this later, though I know I can't hold it off for much longer.

Is it
feed a cold, starve a fever
or
feed a fever, starve a cold?

current poll results:

feed a cold, starve a fever : 2
feed a fever, starve a cold : 1

the simple pleasures

I bought Modest Mouse last week. I really like it. It's cool, yet eccentric, but not weird. Frankly, I'm surprised I like it so much. Maybe it's the words, Idunno. I also bought Earshot and A Perfect Circle last week, as well (Call it a splurge on child support money) and don't get me wrong, they're ok. But I was honestly hesitant to buy MM, but at the behest of my mom (HEy! I haven't used that word since I wrote that poem with Elise!- long story) But I realy really like it. Take a gander:

"The View"Your gun went off. Well you shot off your mouth and look where it got you. My mouth runs on too. Shouts from both sides, "Well we've got the land but they've got the view!" Well now here's the clue. Life it rents us. And yeah I hope it put plenty on you. Well I hope mine did too. As life gets longer, awful feels softer. Well it feels pretty soft to me. And if it takes shit to make bliss, then I feel pretty blissfully. Your gun went off. Well you shot off your mouth and look where it got you. My mouth runs on too. Shouts from both sides, "Well we've got the land but they've got the view!" Well now here's the clue. We are fixed right where we stand. Life it rents us. And yeah I hope it put plenty on you. Well I hope mine did too. We are fixed right where we are. As life gets longer, awful feels softer. Well if feels pretty soft to me. And if it takes shit to make bliss, well I feel pretty blissfully. For every invention made how much time did we save? We're not much farther than we were in the cave. As life gets longer, awful feels softer, and it feels pretty soft to me. And if it takes shit to make bliss, well I feel pretty blissfully. If life's not beautiful without the pain, well I'd just rather never ever even see beauty again. Well as life gets longer, awful feels softer. And it feels pretty soft to me. For every good deed done there is a crime committed. We are fixed. For every step ahead we could have just been seated. We are fixed. As life gets longer, awful feels softer. Well it feels pretty soft to me. And if it takes shit to make bliss, well I feel pretty blissfully. We are fixed. We are fixed. We are fixed right where we stand.

"Blame It On The Tetons"Blame it on the Tetons. Yeah, I need a scapegoat now. No my dog won't bite you, though it had the right to. You oughta give her credit cuz she knows I would've let it happen. Blame it on the weekends. God I need a cola now. Oh we mumble loudly, wear our shame so proudly. Wore our blank expressions, trying to look interesting. Blame it all on me cuz God I need a cold one now. All them eager actors gladly taking credit for the lines created by the people tucked away from sight is just a window from the room we're bound to. If you find a way out, oh would you just let me know how? Would you just let me know how? Blame it on the web but the spider's your problem now. Language is for liquid that we're all dissolved in. Great for solving problems, after it creates a problem. Blame it on the Tetons. God, I need a scapegoat now. Everyone's a building burning with no one to put the fire out. Standing at the window looking out, waiting for time to burn us down. Everyone's an ocean drowning with no one really to show how. They might get a little better air if they turned themselves into a cloud.

lyrics courtesy of http://www.azlyrics.com

Scarifices

Elise said I should give up blogging for Lent. But we very well know that's out of the question.

It's raining outside. Isn't it awesome? That song by Garbage came into my head as I was walking towards Herring's Portable, then that james Bond song they did justy popped into my head now.

A new year

My Nana's antenna channel psychic said for Virgos to live in the present and to let the past troubles go. Hence, the new layout. Yeah, it looks kinda like Elise's, but that's a compliment.

I was watching TV right now, and they had this commercial for some shampoo. They had Wilma, Velma, and Jane, his wife.

Um... maybe this is weird, but Wilma kinda looked..um, well.... hot. Her hair was all wavy and long and stuff and am I wrong for feeling this way? Is having impure thoughts about a married cartoon character lust?

We could go bowling. I could give a new meaning to the word Bedrock.

sunkistmitch2

the other side of the mirror
This is not where you want to be. Here is where I lose it. And you don't want to see this look in my eyes, this anguish.
Monday, January 10, 2005

the same
As it always will beThe same faceThe same featuresThe same stupid attitude of a smartass who thinks he's better than anyone elseAnything better pleaseshould I wait a whhile longerThere will be no more girls to dance withNot that they want to dance with me anywayI'd step on their feetAnd it would be really heavythe jokes aren't funny anymoreI can only be the butt so many timesThe same smileThe same superfcialityNobody really knows what I wantEspecially me
posted by mitchy at 1/10/2005 10:37:41 PM 0 comments
Saturday, December 11, 2004

CabbieChevrolet
can't remember when I got in hereApparently half of me all this timeBut enough of fractionsThe next thing I know I'm sitting right here in the backseatSquishy leather backseatsBrown as a cow's knowing eyesI try to look to see where I'm goingBut all the windows are too tinted to seeI think I see the silhouette of a skyscraper or two through the glassAlready sped off, so I waitThe nerve in me gets pinched to speak up"Where am I going?" I ask the driverHis license's name is LouisHis face, sincere, but on other things"You're headed down to the subway stationHere in my ChevroletYou'll be taking the P Train down to the city squareBut don't worry, I'll get you there on time."As I hear the engine purring like a cat, it must be feeding time againJuices filling up the stomachAnd I find a peanut butter granola bar by my feetIt's clean, the aluminum shield prevailedThen I hear a screechMy newly opened organic preserves are on the floorMy belt holds me in"Sorry; not time yet" Louis said. "How long have I been in here?How far have I gone?""Long and far enough" I hearSputters cross the eardrumsI think this car's run out of gasAnd I see a light come through the right hand door.There's a grey stick popping out of the groundtall and thick, and yet out of warmthAs my eyes get used to the light I see glassOne deep breath and out I goI really needed a sweaterLet me back in the car I want to sayBut Louis is nowhere to be seenIt's a baby blue sky, they say as I walk alongIndeed it was, clear and nary a cloudShining stars overhead, and at last I speak up"Louis? Where are you?"He's nowhere to be seenThe wind picks up and there's a paper at my feetIt says map: I can get to the P trainWalk a few miles and head back downThen turn left at the junction and waitSo I did, holding onto the map like it was my last food stampAll the people around look so busyThey're walking with papers like meBut they don't want to talkI ask this one lady if I'm headed in the right directionI don't think she heard me because she keeps on whiskingAlternating colors are showing people what to doI go along, not knowing who's making sure we all keep fairAcross the street, I see two carsOne a beat up pick up truckThe other a yellow ChevroletI run right towards it, but I see I've been deceivedThere's this woman in the front drivingher blonde hair visible thru the tinted windowsSo I keep walking down the way until I see the signsSubway down here, subway down thereAnother staircase and I'll be back undergroundThough when was I underground in the first?It reminds me of the cab, only wider with a lot more noiseI've followed all the stepsForward Down Left Stop, Forward Down Stop no waitI hope this is the P station I sayBut the tunnel is too dark to tell when it's coming, when the time will come to board, but I knew it would be soon and iit would be dark.A light flashes, and out of the barrelComes a bullet stopping right beofore meDoors open to the side, and havoc beginsBlurs of skin abound, can't catch my breathAt last there is an opening to the trainI make a leap of less than an inch and I am inThe sidewalks slam and off go my feetAs we delve into the abyssNothing but noise surrounds meThe subway going in deepFaint sunflower lights everywhere from 10 to 2But I don't now how long 'til I arriveSo I sitThere's a guy next to me reading a magazineOf fast cars, of japanese and chevroletsI'm staring at the pages, and he looks at me in aweLike he's seen me somewhere beforeThe face is familiar, but aged and decreptA hat on his head hides the eyesBut our nothing conversation was overThen a screech filled my ears againNot again with the engine; I don't want to stop nowBut alas, the trains slowing downmaybe I'm at the end already!I try to look out, but noting but closed eyesThe lights go out and cold seeps inWe can do nothing but wait, I guessTwo lovers are holding each other in the cornerI can only watchVoices say there's been a malfunctionAnd we'll have to wait to get to the next stationBut I guess if I want to ever get thereI'll have to stop growing up.
posted by mitchy at 12/11/2004 10:56:37 PM 0 comments
Friday, December 03, 2004

serenity
I'm just sorry.I know it seems like I apologize a lot.And I do.ButI feel like I always have to apologize.Like it's always my fault.I feel like it is.The tree makes no sound if no one hears it.And maybe I'm screaming and nobody hears it.So you cannot know.It's just hard.And I'm sorry.But I've always been unique.Just in the wrong way.For it always brings you down.I always slow the ride and take up another seat.And I'm sorry.So I hopefully won't see you later.It's better off for you.
posted by mitchy at 12/3/2004 10:18:54 PM 0 comments
Thursday, November 04, 2004

Just... here
I don't know why I bother. I really don't. It just feels like I'm just... here. No big parade, no predestination, no reason. I'm just hating so much about me right now. Going to Cornell for a weekend has practically changed my world. It might be far away from AZ, but in a way it doesn't feel far. It's like that whole relativity thing. Up in the plane it doesn't feel like I'm the one moving. And now I look at me and all the people I've grown to know and I see how they've changed but I'm still just the same stupid, obese, suicidal teenager. I've seen us become intelligible, bright, promising, tall people. But not me. I feel exactly the same way I did back in eigth grade. And it's probably good you didn't know me then. I was just a very timid kid who was very bombastic (I'm sure I'm using that word wrong but frankly I don't care) and full of himself. And now that I'm perceptually dumber (my eighth grade self could whoop me at Mathcounts anyday) even that is getting old. I look at pictures of older people and I se how they looked like when they were younger. I see some of my classmates, though I won't mention, and see them full of wrinkles and balding and stuff and how they must have looked when they were younger, but then I see my own picture on the wall or in the mirroe and I can't see me as an older person. I can't see me old. And I just think it means that for one reason ro another that I'll never be old. As music passes on behind me I feel so powerless and futile. Kansas says we're all just dust in the wind. I'm even smaller than that.
posted by mitchy at 11/4/2004 07:20:02 PM 0 comments
Tuesday, October 26, 2004

BlueLady
Everything sucks right now. I'm sick and Mom has to keep spending frivolous money. Everyone else is getting sick, and it's my fault. I have so much freakin' homework to do that I frankly don't want to (gov't. project, anyone? Look at yourself you're asking empty questions to noone who's never there) , and it just seems like every second I'm on this stupid planet I make things worse. That's why I want to go away for college. To get away so I won't be a burden on anyone anymore. I mean, look at your senior pictures: you're a pig! An ugly, fat pig! I can't even stand looking at those pictures.I haven't written anything of depth in a while. I guess maybe "BlackAndWhite" almost counts, but I haven't had the furor since Sophomore year. I was so much smarter back then. Granted, I might not of known as much, but now I feel like a dusty old textbook, at a phase of reciting. And it sucks. I am not happy. I will not have a gf before I leave high school. I very well could be a faggot, and whatever college I go to I know I'll feel outcast. I don't fit in anywhere in this world. Maybe that's a good thing, you know, paving your own road or something, but it's lonely when you desperately want to fit in knowing you can't or ever will.The only thing that's been on my mind was when I went to Danielle Vasalo's house on the outskirts of town. The sky looks beautiful out there. I want to go somewhere where I can see the sky, where I can see the stars and feel like I have a purpose. I feel like this soul-less being wandering around. Maybe I already am a ghost. And I start too many sentences the same way, but I just wish I could find something to hold onto.Blue Lady, save me tonightCome down and tell me it's all rightBlue Lady, save me tonightBlue Lady, save me tonightBlue Lady, with all your mightCome help me down from these heights Blue, if it's worth living this lifeMy Blue Lady, save me tonightGod, even that feels stupid now.
posted by mitchy at 10/26/2004 08:58:19 AM 0 comments
Monday, July 12, 2004

yes or no
So are you a faggot, Wilson? Are you? Not only does this go against everything you've been taught, but it just makes you so much more confused. I mean, it's only certain things, but my mom brought me up to be gay, though I doubt she knows it, always talking about how cute Brad Pitt and those baseball players with the built shoulders and cute smile...dammit. And she never tried to hide her boobs from you, even when you were like 5. Even now. I've put the little connector thingies together on her bra since I can remember, and I'm just confused and not sure what I'm supposed to say or how to act. I guess this is what you get from having a dad who cares SQUAT about you. No, I take it back. This is what you get from being an accident to unmarried parents. I mean, it's said that condoms have like a 97% success rate. and both of them had them on, and my mom was on the pill for god's sake, so what the hell happened.What the hell happenedThen your dad refuses to acknowledge you as his kid and mom forces him to either take a paternity test or claim me, which he finally did, and then going on to marry the big busted bimbo from the other department of the Phelps Dodge store in Douglas who turned out to be a possessive annoying bitch. Damn this hurts.
posted by mitchy at 7/12/2004 08:01:44 PM 0 comments
Tuesday, July 06, 2004

this orange phase
Frankly, I'm not sure if I'm depressed or not. But lately I've ben urging to wear shiny colors, like orange. I found my actual journal that I used back in middle school and freshman year before I started the black book project. And all I ever talked about was Life sucks, I should die, etc. and it was so monotonal. sigh.But I think it might be getting better, at least some days.
posted by mitchy at 7/6/2004 07:18:31 PM 0 comments

Revenge of Stolen From Elise's Blog

Yow know what to do. Go ahead and cheat if it makes you feel better :P
Green= unsolved Purple=solved Dark yellow= partial credit
1. Mr. Wizard can't perform no godlike hocus-pocus
2. I went to heaven I couldn't get in For What I have done I said please take me They said you're crazy You had too much fun
3. Are you dead or are you sleeping God I sure hope you are dead
4. LEONARD BERNSTEIN!
5. (If you don't get this I'm gonna be really really saddened. It's the same one from last time) If you want to call me baby Just go ahead now And if you'd like to tell me maybe Just go ahead now And if you want to buy me flowers Just go ahead now And if you'd like to talk for hours Just go ahead now

And by cute I mean sad

At lunch, the drama kids were selling their sonnets again for Valentine's Day. I remember I bought myself one last year. The seniors in Eich's class thought for maybe half a second that there truly was a secret admirer, but rationale prevailed. I thought it was a cute idea at the time, stir up some gossip or something, cuz that would be cool, I thought.

Come to think of it, now I'm not so sure I miss drama.

Saw Jean as I was heading home. I'm surprised I don't see her more often. But she asked me why I still wait in the library after school. I told her it was cause I hated all the traffc so I would wait for it to die off. I started thinking of how I used to go with Jean on crusades sophomore year to the vending machine to get cookies. She said that that was really cute. I agreed. It's just weird that we became a little estranged after prom, tho I did do a really crappy job of being the gentleman, but as far as I know we're back on square footing as good friends. Prom. That was cute.

I carried her dad's vacuum to her car. I should find a way to get her a new UA library card.

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I am very very very happy, for now.

As you know, my Ps2 wouldn't play some of my games, namely Taiko: Drum Master, which made me very very very sad as it is a very very very fun game.

I heard about these things callled D-skins, which are basically thin films you put on top of disks to resis scratching and the like.

So I thought, HEY! what if I put on one of these things and it would properly read my disks, in bold letters.

And guess what?! It does work! Somewhat. It could actually read my two disks that have been giving me ails for a while. It didn't work the very very very first time, but after properly securing the D-skins, they worked! Granted the loading is still a little choppy for Crazy Taxi, but this definitely looks like a step in the right direction!

I can't believe I'm up this late at night, either.

discrimination

Hey, this is uncool.

so I use MSn explorer because I know nothing about computers and Mom thinks it's heaven in a handbasket. It's basically an expensive-looking version of IE, but I guess it gets the job done.

Anyway, I was looking at my links to other webbloggers and I noticed something peculiar. I noticed that some of them had a cute little graphic of a pencil next to them, indicating that they were webblogs, while the rest just had a generic MSn butterfly next to them.

The point, you ask? All the ones that had the pencils were livejournals.

As a blogger user, this leaves me outraged. OK, maybe not on the verge of revolution, but still i's unfair. Who would I have to go talk with about correcting this egregious error? MSN? Blogger? Do I have a voice against either one of them?

just felt like putting something up.
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Also, since the whole music game thing for both me and Elise have turned out a little worse then we expected, I'm downsizing my quiz. I'll take out the more obscure and leave more of the ones I think you guys can get.

See below for details. Comes with a limited lifetime warranty.
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Hey, let's play Lingo! Anyone can play! In case you haven't played Lingo, then you are dispicable. But that's OK. It's like Mastermind and Hangman in one, kinda. So you have a guess a word (it's traditionally 5 letters, but you can vary it). And if any letters are in the original word and either in the wrong or right place, you'll get a symbol. A bracketed letter [A] [X], for example, menas it's in the right place in the word. A parernthesized or circled letter (L) (G) are in the word but in the wrong place. I'll give the first word as always should be done.

C _ _ _ _

have fun!

I seriously need to learn my AC/DC and my GNR.

whoa... freaky

So I have two essays due tomorrow

one's for Spanish
one's for English
neither one I wanted to do

The Spanish essay is on the moral importance learned from the movie "El Hombre de Aranya 2" (I can't put the little ~ thingies apparently, but whatever)

But as I was about to begin thinking about pondering on the idea of doing my essay, I got sudden inspiration. As I changed the channel to Fuse, a video was just starting up. And what else but Dashboard Confessional's "Vindicated" begins to play. This must be some sign, I thought in italic letters, and so I stopped staring at the screen and about an hour later a completed essay using the subjunctive was complete.

I hate verb tenses, especially when I don't entirely get them. Now I get when to use preterite and imperfect like 80% of the time, and when to use indicative versus subjective like 80% of the time, but that means I only know when to use the imperfect subjunctive only about 64% of the time.

Damn I need to study for my stats test.

Wait. I'm Mitch. I don't need to study.........................

dot dot dot

Though I should.........dot......... WHo's Dot? Remember Animaniacs? What an awesome show!

Where was I? Oh yeah, why not, here's my Spanish essay.

Dice el Hombre de Araña…

La película <> es muy dramática y tiene unas moralejas importantes.
Por ejemplo, es importante que Vd entienda su historia. Peter Parker fue criado por su tía Maya y tío Ben, y por eso él sabe qué la gente necesita. Él sabe la pobreza y comprende que la ciudad quiere un héroe para admirar. También es necesario que Vd sepa cómo su vida influye a otras personas. Después de que Peter saltó para escaparse del camino de un carro, les dijo a dos niños que comieran sus verduras. Cuando él dejó de ser El Hombre de Araña por un rato, los crimenes en la ciudad escalaron setenta y cinco por ciento. La gente quería que él regresara para cesar los crimenes. El Señor Jameson también quería que El Hombre de Araña devolviera su vestido para que él lo vendería por mucho dinero.

En la escena cuando la gente del tren trató de impedir el secuestrar del Hombre de Araña por el Doctor Octavio, fueron muy valientes. Es látima que nosotros no mostremos una acción así con más frecuencia. Los periódicos dijeron que El Hombre de Araña fuera un ladrón y ayudara al Doctor Octavio cuando él robo el banco, pero la gente sabía el verdadero Hombre de Araña.

También es menester que Vd diga a las personas que Vd ama que las ama. Es posible que no estén aquí mañana. Peter Parker tiene miedo que Mary Jane vaya a morir por causo de él, pero él sabe que ella no quiere sentar por el lado todo el tiempo. Antes de que murió su tío Ben, le dijo a Peter que con gran fuerza viene gran responsibilidad. El Hombre de Araña tiene que balancear la vida normal, el amor, y el salvar del mundo.

I'm only 50% over the minimum word limit. I'm getting better at this....