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| "The boxcar midnight train, destination bangor maine" |
[29 Jul 2006|12:43am] |
dear friends, nobody is allowed to say anything mean to me about Cory under penalty of quick death. effective immediately. in fact, try to avoid him in conversation.
I work again tomorrow. the working never ends.until I quit tomorrow of course.
I'm writing things for various friends, some of you will get to see some won't. I finished something for Sam, so if you wanna see it you can.
I kinda wanna watch brokeback mountain and eat kettle corn
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[07 Jun 2006|02:02am] |
I'm getting better at the photoshopping.
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[01 Jun 2006|03:27am] |
I'm taking a break from lj for a while for personal reasons. I might come back with a new name later.
See ya'll soon.
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[30 May 2006|06:59am] |
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I am shamelessly addicted to this video.
I mean, I'd heard the song before...but I'd never seen the video.
Why do I like it? Because apparantly they're all straight. And I just watch it and go....hahahahahah no they aren't.
Plus, dancing on a plane? how badass is that? like...it's a little badass I think.
ETA: This is the cutest ever.
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| Brad I haven't forgotten your present |
[28 May 2006|10:26pm] |
These last weeks are catching up to me. I sleep about 13 hours a day. more sad things blah blah blah. Kat got cited for Scott's accident.
When I'm around Martin I feel less and less like hanging out with other people. Which is a bad thing probably.
Everyone should check out my friend's page and look at Marty's informative vaginal post.
Last night I had several weird dreams/nighttmares. One or two about Scott. At least one about Marty.
And one where I got laid!
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| whatsa alma matter |
[26 May 2006|12:16am] |
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For Comic Relief: Evan: 06!!! (what our black class president says ) Me: You can't do that, you're not black Evan: Dad! Curtis says I'm not black! This is the worst day ever. Dad: No, you're not black. You're Mexican. Evan: YAY! Now when I'm old enough for my licence I can park on the grass. And I'll pretend I don't understand you when you're speaking and I'll go get a crappy job. On a Serious Note: I graduated tonight. Murrillo's speech actually made me cry. And that's saying a lot because I don't cry easily (despite what you may think, and despite that I've been crying a lot lately...my natural instinct to sad things is much less appropriate). He's the first person who has talked about Scott that I've agreed with. He left out G-d or any "this was how it was meant to be" nonsense and just put it how it was. I graduated 10th in my class which means I got a lot of special attention and awards and goodies. It also means I sat next to the empty seat and watched his sisters walk as the rest of us held down our hats. This past week I've been to his house, his grave, his church, his classes, his accident site, and I guess this is the last place we get to say goodbye to him. The last place it really stares us in the face. His family has an empty place at the dinner table. His family has no more children in highschool. Murrillo put it best. Life is unfair. Life is unpredictable. Life is pulchritudinous. On a happy note: My brother made sure he would be off work in time to see me graduate. So did my dad, he paid a lady 75 dollars to watch his class. On a sad note: Mrs. Alley is retiring apparantly. I wish I could have had certain people there to watch me graduate and eat dinner with my family. I could really use a kiss. Actually, that is Murrillo quoting Scott. The last one.
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| Smile Like You Mean It (played on piano) |
[20 May 2006|08:41pm] |
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Today was the funeral/reception. If you weren't there, use your imagination. If you were there, you know. I got home at 3:45. At 4 I started my first day of work at Atlanta. It's been quite a day.
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[17 May 2006|01:26am] |
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A very good friend of mine, a guy I've known 7 years, died in a car accident tonight.
Everything is crazy. I don't understand. Oh my god. He deserved it less than anyone I can think of, he was the nicest guy in the world. And smart, and funny, and attractive. I was talking about working with him right before he got in the car. We were leaving a Top Ten in the Class dinner. He was on the way to senior awards. He said he could get me a job with him, I said I'd like that. I was one of the last to see him alive. He was my first friend in Florida, in sixth grade. This shouldn't have happened to him.
Oh my God.
Scott, I miss you already.
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| speaking of postsecret.... |
[14 May 2006|08:46pm] |
They both make me uncomfortable to read, therefore they must be good.
Speaking of uncomfortable to read , I was in a bad mood today so I drove around and tried to cheer myself up and eventually I ended up with my notebook in the bookstore writing this weird play thing about a pedophile and his best friend. Originally I wanted to try and hammer out part of my novel, but I just diverged completely. I'll post it later, it shall make..Marty..laugh...and..maybe...like...another of you.
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| you will leave this post slightly more informed. |
[13 May 2006|07:07am] |
This explains a lot. Apparantly if the British have someting in their teeth they go at it with whatever is closest at hand. Jackhammer, cellphone, daughter, w/e
Apparantly Ava is the 9th most popular girl name for baby's born this year. Which befuddles me, absolutely befuddles. I don't even know any Ava's. My mom was an Avon lady. The name of the robot in Zone of the Enders is Eva. The Avian Flu has high entertainment value. But never heard Ava before. bizarre.
Speaking of names, here's the top ten for boys:
Jacob, Michael, Joshua, Matthew, Ethan, Andrew, Daniel, Anthony, Christopher and Joseph.
Wait, hold on.
Jacob, Michael,Joshua, Matthew, Ethan, Andrew, Daniel, Anthony, Christopher and Joseph.
What a sad statement on this country that 7 out of 10 of the most popular names for boys are all "LOOK AT ME I BELIEVE IN G-D" names.
"This is my son Exodus, my other son Revelations, oh and this is my daughter SinnersWillBurnInTheFieryRiversOfHell, it was either that or Susan but we think SinnersWillBurnInTheFieryRiversOfHell really gets the point of our children across"
I spent the morning going through cnn.com , in case it wasn't obvious.
I don't understand Autism Awareness. They're barely aware of themselves.
If you don't know about Darfur, shame on you.
Why do I have such a problem with most women? Honestly, it's something I've been wondering a lot lately. I mean, men have been a lot worse to me in life than women, but I find myself annoyed to a point of disgust by most. None of youse on my friend list obviously. But why are you gals exceptions? What sets the small group aside? Hmm, odd.
I think that I view men as encasing the traits of both genders, so much so that females are almost an extra gender in my mind. I find male vocalists better, I respect men more in the same positons and accomplishments, I prefer male actors and chracters, I think that stories are more powerful or moving when told about men or for men.
Maybe it's just a phase. Maybe I'm missinterpreting my own thoughts.
Please, no one take offense. I don't mean to say I hate women, and I don't like exclude them from my life (obviously).
Basically what I wonder about is, the huge stereotype is that gays love powerful women and having hags and such but really I just don't.
I can't stand to think of him touching you.
That's something I could say to many people right now, and mean many different things. All true.
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[09 May 2006|09:35pm] |
I had such a kickass dream last night.
In order to get to the next level all I had to do was enter this room, so I did and a foot tripped me, and then this little girl in a white dress followed me through a house as I tried to beat her to death but she just kept coming and managed to kill me. There was this city underground where you are only safe inside at night. And there were large rooms that drove on bridges over the highway, and you could drive up into the rooms like garages and get the cars needed to fight the threat.
yeah. obviously I don't remember everything.
( poem please! )
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[06 May 2006|10:22pm] |
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The guy at the gay store asked if I was old enough to go into his restricted section and I said nope I was 17 but he said gay boys were mature so he suggested I go check it out and there were many many dildos and it made my day.
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| what's new mcgoo |
[06 May 2006|05:28am] |
-I didn't win pathfinders
-fye doesn't except people below 18
-I applied to a million jobs
-I've been kicking ap ass
-Martin comes home sunday
-I miss you. I miss the time we sat on your parents bed and looked at pictures and I wanted to hug/kiss you so bad.
-I've only got 4 more days of school
-Lauren is in town and we hung out twice yesterday
-She Wants Revenge makes me happy
-turns out it isn't quite stalking legally so I was free to go
-richard Brautigan is good
-I went to therapy/my psychiatrist/a poetry reading all in one afternoon but I didn't read any poetry because I wasn't quite done but I did get to watch people enter the mental hospital from my doctor's window so that's always a plus.
I told a man I liked his stuff. He asked if I wanted to buy his book. I said no. Not that much.
a little girl was reading a book about tigers and she walked over because I was reading and asked what I was reading and I told her I was reading about tigers too because it was true, in In Watermelon Sugar tigers eat the main character's parents and have beautiful voices.
-the girl who beat me in pathfinders is going to UPENN so I can breka her legs
- I hosted my last GSA meeting and during "the gayest thing that heppened all week" I removed my pants to reveal sequin glitter pants that Lauren supplied. it was quite nice. + feather scarf thing +homo hat
always + homo hat, always
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[01 May 2006|10:38pm] |
so today everyone decided to call me and wake me up like a pack of bastards. over and over and over.
I picked out a book today and my dad said, "Oh I read that when I was your age. I wonder what he looks like now"
"Dad, he's dead. He shot himself"
and it was true.
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[29 Apr 2006|11:38pm] |
Today I worked for seven hours straight and then I went to City Place to hang out with Zach and watch Hard Candy which is the greatest thing since sliced Saw.
I told the lady at the music store I'd like something good .
She gave me Guster.
I like it. So good job lady. Good job.
I almost asked a guy for a ciggarette the other day. not sure why. not sure why I'm writing it haha.
I love days like these. I feel like I've just got a shit load of happiness to pass around. It's 12:00, do you know where your sadness is?
and the copious amounts of blood and the copious amounts of blood and the copious amounts of blood and the copious amounts of blood and the copious amounts of blood and the copious amounts of blood and the copious amounts of blood and the copious amounts of blood and the copious amounts of blood
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| some kind of update is in order. |
[27 Apr 2006|05:13pm] |
I had a lot of people do Day of Silence (staying silent all day to raise gay rights awareness) this year, which was a real good feeling. If it wasn't for my actions in the past, probably none of them would be...and there was around 40 people doing it. Woo, I'm a rainbow catalyst.
Walking into class the jocks always give me a big "hey Curtis!". That always cheers me up.
A: It's about a man warning his son against a creature that only talks in nonsense.
P: Women?
I'm having horrible realistic dreams lately, so I can never tell what is real even when I wake up. I thought my toilet had overflowed all day. I woke up this morning and looked to see how a zit was doing that didn't exist. Dreaming about life sucks.
I've been spending a lot of money on doctor appointments I don't need.
As the school year hits an end I'm working in overdrive, I hate every teacher assigning a review packet the week before AP exams. Except Alley, how could you stay mad at that face? awww
I hate awkwardness too, why can't more people be socially adept?
I'm preparing for Cinco De Mustachio, but I can't grow anything. : (
I was supposed to get happy meals and bring them to psych class and write "un" infront of happy but I woke up too late.
"So, like...does a douche work like thos little cocktail umbrellas?"
Minimalism Blogging:
I stressed
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