and so the sun set today, on this metaphorical summer solstice. Rather than curse the darkness, I feel lucky to have enjoyed the beauty while it lasted. Words can't express how sad I am. But I will not let my circumstances determine my mood. Life is not the hand that you've been dealt, but the way you play it. A glass with a drop of water is not empty, it possesses a drop... and because of the emptiness around it, that drop means so much more. I shall not live in the past, I shall not let a disappointing feeling determine my overall happiness. To the sun that has set. I wish you nothing but the absolute best. From these embers rose a pixie. Conquer the world. Take from it all that you deserve. I'm fortunate to have met you. I have no question your potential and your destiny. Your life will be great because of what an amazing person you are... and rather than clip your wings, I encourage you to fly. Fly to limits you thought impossible, fly amongst the stars, and shine. Shine with every bit of light that radiates from you. Good luck, from the bottom of my heart. I love you.
Life is a series of moments. relish in them. Soak and bask in the sunshine while it beams down on you. For soon it will be gone. Live right now. it is the darkness that helps us to appreciate the light. I shall not curse you darkness. I'll merely recognize your importance as I begin to see the light.
I'm thankful for my friends, family, and all the blessings I have in my life. I can't describe how much i appreciate every single one of you that care about me. Thank you.
I think this blog has probably met it's end as well. A wonderful chapter in my life, but I will probably be starting a new blog. To my dedicated readers, I bid you adieu, and will keep you apprised of how you can continue to follow my unentertaining and random cross section of my brain. Good night.
Goodbye kisses to you all.
Tuesday, June 22, 2010
Tuesday, June 8, 2010
stream of conceited conscientiousness.
I guess it's that time again. First off... Any time you start with a first, I guess that means there's going to be a last... I want to be your last first 70's iconic music band covered in face paint. They're probably playing in the capital of germany, but a girl in an attic comes before all that happens. Let's not clown around though. let's not dilly dali. you are my salvador. I am the patron saint of lost causes. Maybe I'm the patron saint of lost effects. Eh, Either way, it doesn't affect me. positive affect on the other hand, has a great effect. one month. 31 days 5/8 (three minus one is 2. five from eight is 3. 3 + 2 = 5). something hive. trolley 4 sided polygon. want a cracker. or perhaps a barrel of oil. artists can use fish as paint brushes. talk about an upside. neglect the ecosystem being turned upside down. and watchout coral reefs. They better not contaminate those coral eyes.
but que sera sera. drill baby drill. but more innuendo is what i'm after. rhymes with nintendo (ish). 64 is 8 squared. and it's the square root of 4096. that math was done on ambien. may want to check it. ooh, i want to go to a real salt lake game. should be fun. I need new blue socks :( the word lunatic comes from the belief that insanity was induced by the "lunar cycle" buy now, you're probably wondering about embedded commands. but i'm in bed. I command you not to ask. don't tell. can they change the name to the black house... just to piss the racist people off? is that racist for me to say. shit. but it's coo. what clucks and challenges yes we can? A solution to health care. maybe her slogan should be yes we clan! Talk to your health care provider. provide her with insurance so she can ensure you get your proper care. metaphysically speaking I am but a collection of perceptions that changes from moment to moment. I wonder what I'll be doing a minute and a half from now. I wonder what topic I'll be on. I hope it's hot. like a dog. just kidding. that's bull. chevy nova. chevy no va. such an awesome english to spanish marketing oversight. I think i have undersight. i need new glasses. preferably ones that are half-full and rose colored. or that have cute little pixies on them or fiery embers. hindsight isn't 20/20. i think that's just stupid. I think it's probably more like 20/10. I mean seriously... think of it. if it's only 20/20... you're not very bright. Everybody who doesn't have an energy efficient light bulb in every possible place one could go... please go do that now. It will even save you money. Ray allen shot 11 3s. made 8. sounds like mayday. but it isn't a parade, or a magazine. it's june law and the semester abroad. brand new shout out to any of you that took a viagra before reading this... it's probably the only way you can keep up. but the upkeep is costly. costcoly. that is less costly. luna, esta a little bit better. but i am bien silly. I did so much today. missed a certain xx like crazy. y you ask? she may be perfection personified. I'm a perfectionist. actually i'm just perfect. okay. I concede. that's a little conceited. Is the first person to sit down during a standing ovation an asshole, or an innovator? hmm. I wonder. like alice in _____ land. ? space. francis is surely a sage. discography. graphology. for profit or for fun. for prophet or for fun. suppose it is my bed time. i want to go to noro. put my vices that you stole in a jar, fill it at the bottom with a bride covered in gasoline, hope it doesn't make me sink... or I'll be gone for good. pushing up daisies.
if you've kept up this long, you may have priapism. and that's serious shit. see your doctor. don't poke him in the eye though. if you do, he won't see you. definitely literally. maybe not figuratively. I figure this is literally the second to last sentence of my blog. Last sentence kisses to you all.
but que sera sera. drill baby drill. but more innuendo is what i'm after. rhymes with nintendo (ish). 64 is 8 squared. and it's the square root of 4096. that math was done on ambien. may want to check it. ooh, i want to go to a real salt lake game. should be fun. I need new blue socks :( the word lunatic comes from the belief that insanity was induced by the "lunar cycle" buy now, you're probably wondering about embedded commands. but i'm in bed. I command you not to ask. don't tell. can they change the name to the black house... just to piss the racist people off? is that racist for me to say. shit. but it's coo. what clucks and challenges yes we can? A solution to health care. maybe her slogan should be yes we clan! Talk to your health care provider. provide her with insurance so she can ensure you get your proper care. metaphysically speaking I am but a collection of perceptions that changes from moment to moment. I wonder what I'll be doing a minute and a half from now. I wonder what topic I'll be on. I hope it's hot. like a dog. just kidding. that's bull. chevy nova. chevy no va. such an awesome english to spanish marketing oversight. I think i have undersight. i need new glasses. preferably ones that are half-full and rose colored. or that have cute little pixies on them or fiery embers. hindsight isn't 20/20. i think that's just stupid. I think it's probably more like 20/10. I mean seriously... think of it. if it's only 20/20... you're not very bright. Everybody who doesn't have an energy efficient light bulb in every possible place one could go... please go do that now. It will even save you money. Ray allen shot 11 3s. made 8. sounds like mayday. but it isn't a parade, or a magazine. it's june law and the semester abroad. brand new shout out to any of you that took a viagra before reading this... it's probably the only way you can keep up. but the upkeep is costly. costcoly. that is less costly. luna, esta a little bit better. but i am bien silly. I did so much today. missed a certain xx like crazy. y you ask? she may be perfection personified. I'm a perfectionist. actually i'm just perfect. okay. I concede. that's a little conceited. Is the first person to sit down during a standing ovation an asshole, or an innovator? hmm. I wonder. like alice in _____ land. ? space. francis is surely a sage. discography. graphology. for profit or for fun. for prophet or for fun. suppose it is my bed time. i want to go to noro. put my vices that you stole in a jar, fill it at the bottom with a bride covered in gasoline, hope it doesn't make me sink... or I'll be gone for good. pushing up daisies.
if you've kept up this long, you may have priapism. and that's serious shit. see your doctor. don't poke him in the eye though. if you do, he won't see you. definitely literally. maybe not figuratively. I figure this is literally the second to last sentence of my blog. Last sentence kisses to you all.
Saturday, May 29, 2010
3. but still less than 3
three weeks.
I less than three you.
and it seems to be greater than each previous day.
besos.
I less than three you.
and it seems to be greater than each previous day.
besos.
Monday, May 24, 2010
ai think not.
currently:
-laying next to an angel
-watching house
-feeling sleepy
could life get any better? me thinks not.
-laying next to an angel
-watching house
-feeling sleepy
could life get any better? me thinks not.
Tuesday, May 18, 2010
sagacious.
It’s been a long and lonely trip but I’m glad that I took it because it was well worth it.
I got to read a couple books and do some research before I reached my verdict.
Never thought that I was perfect. Always thought that I had a purpose.
Used to wonder if I’d live to see my first kiss.
The most difficult thing I ever did was recite my own words at a service
realizing the person I was addressing probably wasn’t looking down from heaven.
Or cooking up something in hell’s kitchen, trying to listen in or eaves drop from some another dimension.
It was self serving just like this is.
Conveniently religious on Easter Sunday and on Christmas.
The television went from being a babysitter to a mistress.
Technology made it easy for us to stay in touch while keeping a distance,
’til we just stayed distant and never touched. Now all we do is text too much.
I don’t remember much from my youth. Maybe my memory is repressed.
Or I just spent too much time wondering if I’d live to have sex.
Fell in love for the first time in 4th grade but I didn’t have the courage to talk to her.
In 8th grade I wrote her the note but I slipped it in someone else’s locker.
Considered killing myself ’cause of that.
It was a big deal. It was a blown cover.
It was over for me. My goose was cooked.
Stick a fork it me. The jig is up.
I blew my chances, the rest is history, our future was torn asunder.
It became abundantly clear that I was only brought here to suffer.
At least I didn’t include my name.
Thankfully I wrote the whole note in code
and it had 10 layers of scotch tape safety seal making it impossible to open.
Plus, it was set to self destruct.
Whoever read it probably died…laughing.
I wonder if they lived long enough to realize what happened.
A year later, I came to understand that wasn’t love that I was feeling for her.
I had someone else to obsess over.
I was older. I was very mature.
I forged my time signature while practicing my parents autograph ’cause I was failing math.
Disconnected the phone when I thought the teacher would call my home.
I checked the mailbox twice a day at the end of a long dirt road.
Steamed open a couple envelopes like I was in private detective mode.
If you snoop around long enough for something in particular you’re guaranteed to find it.
For better or worse that’s how I learned that it’s best to just keep some things private.
It was the best of times. It was the end of times.
It was the best of times. It was the end of times.
I was always on deck, I was next in line.
An only child with a pen and pad writing a list of things that I could never have.
The walls in my house were paper thin.
Every squabble seemed to get deafening.
If my memory serves me correctly I made it a point to void and forget some things.
Probably to keep from being embarrassed.
Never meant to upset or give grief to my parents.
Kept my secrets…hid my talents…
in my head, never under the mattress.
Therapy couldn’t break me.
Never learned a word that would insure safety.
So I spoke softly and I tip toed often.
The door to my room was like a big old coffin.
The way that it creeked when I closed it shut.
Anxieties peaked when it opened up.
As if everything that I was thinking would be exposed.
I still sleep fully clothed.
It was the best of times. It was the end of times.
It was beautiful.
It was brutal.
It was cruel.
It was business as usual.
Heaven. It was hell.
Used to wonder if I’d live to see 12.
When I did I figured that I was immortal.
Loved to dance but couldn’t make it to the formal.
Couldn’t bear watching my imaginary girlfriend
bust a move with any other dudes.
Tone Loc was talking bout a “Wild Thang”
but I was still caught up in some child thangs.
Scared of a God who couldn’t spare the rod.
It was clearly a brimstone and fire thang.
Pyromaniac. Kleptomaniac.
Couldn’t explain my desire to steal that fire.
Now I add it to my rider.
Like “Please oh please don’t throw me in that patch of brier!”
It was the best of times. It was the end of times.
The school counselor was clueless ’cause I never skipped classes.
Perfect attendance. Imperfect accent.
Speech impediment they could never really fix
and I faked bad eyesight so I could wear glasses.
Considered doing something that would cripple me.
I wanted a wheelchair. I wanted the sympathy.
I wanted straight teeth so then came braces.
4 years of head gear helped me change faces.
It was the best of times. It was the end of times.
Now I wonder if I’ll live to see marriage.
Wonder if I’ll live long enough to have kids.
Wonder if I’ll live to see my kids have kids.
If I do I’m gonna tell ‘em how it is.
“Don’t listen when they tell you that these are your best years.
Don’t let anybody protect your ears.
It’s best that you hear what they don’t want you to hear.
It’s better to have pressure from peers than not have peers.
Beer won’t give you chest hair. Spicy food won’t make it curl.
When you think you’ve got it all figured out and then your universe collapses…
trust me, kid… it’s not the end of the world.”
I got to read a couple books and do some research before I reached my verdict.
Never thought that I was perfect. Always thought that I had a purpose.
Used to wonder if I’d live to see my first kiss.
The most difficult thing I ever did was recite my own words at a service
realizing the person I was addressing probably wasn’t looking down from heaven.
Or cooking up something in hell’s kitchen, trying to listen in or eaves drop from some another dimension.
It was self serving just like this is.
Conveniently religious on Easter Sunday and on Christmas.
The television went from being a babysitter to a mistress.
Technology made it easy for us to stay in touch while keeping a distance,
’til we just stayed distant and never touched. Now all we do is text too much.
I don’t remember much from my youth. Maybe my memory is repressed.
Or I just spent too much time wondering if I’d live to have sex.
Fell in love for the first time in 4th grade but I didn’t have the courage to talk to her.
In 8th grade I wrote her the note but I slipped it in someone else’s locker.
Considered killing myself ’cause of that.
It was a big deal. It was a blown cover.
It was over for me. My goose was cooked.
Stick a fork it me. The jig is up.
I blew my chances, the rest is history, our future was torn asunder.
It became abundantly clear that I was only brought here to suffer.
At least I didn’t include my name.
Thankfully I wrote the whole note in code
and it had 10 layers of scotch tape safety seal making it impossible to open.
Plus, it was set to self destruct.
Whoever read it probably died…laughing.
I wonder if they lived long enough to realize what happened.
A year later, I came to understand that wasn’t love that I was feeling for her.
I had someone else to obsess over.
I was older. I was very mature.
I forged my time signature while practicing my parents autograph ’cause I was failing math.
Disconnected the phone when I thought the teacher would call my home.
I checked the mailbox twice a day at the end of a long dirt road.
Steamed open a couple envelopes like I was in private detective mode.
If you snoop around long enough for something in particular you’re guaranteed to find it.
For better or worse that’s how I learned that it’s best to just keep some things private.
It was the best of times. It was the end of times.
It was the best of times. It was the end of times.
I was always on deck, I was next in line.
An only child with a pen and pad writing a list of things that I could never have.
The walls in my house were paper thin.
Every squabble seemed to get deafening.
If my memory serves me correctly I made it a point to void and forget some things.
Probably to keep from being embarrassed.
Never meant to upset or give grief to my parents.
Kept my secrets…hid my talents…
in my head, never under the mattress.
Therapy couldn’t break me.
Never learned a word that would insure safety.
So I spoke softly and I tip toed often.
The door to my room was like a big old coffin.
The way that it creeked when I closed it shut.
Anxieties peaked when it opened up.
As if everything that I was thinking would be exposed.
I still sleep fully clothed.
It was the best of times. It was the end of times.
It was beautiful.
It was brutal.
It was cruel.
It was business as usual.
Heaven. It was hell.
Used to wonder if I’d live to see 12.
When I did I figured that I was immortal.
Loved to dance but couldn’t make it to the formal.
Couldn’t bear watching my imaginary girlfriend
bust a move with any other dudes.
Tone Loc was talking bout a “Wild Thang”
but I was still caught up in some child thangs.
Scared of a God who couldn’t spare the rod.
It was clearly a brimstone and fire thang.
Pyromaniac. Kleptomaniac.
Couldn’t explain my desire to steal that fire.
Now I add it to my rider.
Like “Please oh please don’t throw me in that patch of brier!”
It was the best of times. It was the end of times.
The school counselor was clueless ’cause I never skipped classes.
Perfect attendance. Imperfect accent.
Speech impediment they could never really fix
and I faked bad eyesight so I could wear glasses.
Considered doing something that would cripple me.
I wanted a wheelchair. I wanted the sympathy.
I wanted straight teeth so then came braces.
4 years of head gear helped me change faces.
It was the best of times. It was the end of times.
Now I wonder if I’ll live to see marriage.
Wonder if I’ll live long enough to have kids.
Wonder if I’ll live to see my kids have kids.
If I do I’m gonna tell ‘em how it is.
“Don’t listen when they tell you that these are your best years.
Don’t let anybody protect your ears.
It’s best that you hear what they don’t want you to hear.
It’s better to have pressure from peers than not have peers.
Beer won’t give you chest hair. Spicy food won’t make it curl.
When you think you’ve got it all figured out and then your universe collapses…
trust me, kid… it’s not the end of the world.”
Friday, May 14, 2010
if at first you don't succeed. try five times. it works.
5 is a lucky number. for a few reasons now. cryptic i suppose, but i think anybody that matters knows. in the embers lies a rose. a pixie taking flight, coral eyes that shine so bright. 5 and 8 or 5 and 7 but late. It marks a new beginning. I'm not sure that much could stop this grinning. tehe. don't take ambien and write.
On a serious note. great 5 days. thanks 5. thank you also to "number 5" who is number five question mark, space.
flow like a bot kids. stefan stefan i before e, time is up. isn't time bad. isn't ing bad. depends on which side of the hourglass you are on i suppose. to all you that watch the sands slip through the cracks of time... let me remind you, some day it runs out. give a joyous shout! relish in the sand, walk barefoot through it hand in hand.
i'm not an authority, there's 8 sections though, and hopefully it pans out, or boxes or bottles out, or some container. but you can't contain her. or me. I am a bird that has been set free. and so is she. who knows how long we'll return to sea* only captive in the coral reefs, and more belated with the captive ignore for whom something tolls though and I think you'll get the picture. (but perhaps not the pitcher, decanter, siren song enchanter).
kale, sea. it's ironic that it takes a kill for you to see. but i suppose... c'est la vie. would anyone care for some brie? too bad. don't whine about it though. that's just cheesy. talk about cheesy. lol. i'm chuck middle initial e. last name queso. smother me! i feel so used. oh well. tomorrow i have a feeling things will be brand new, or somebody will at least be there who saves the day. um. go fliers. yay for opposite over adjacent. heart. meet book. book, are you a metaphor? who knows. your chakra glows, like a bakers dozen of a rose. plus some negative german always expressing disdain. ring around the roses, pocket full of... oh cock.... i don't know how the rest of the song goes. something about ashes. I prefer embers though. the way they glow and light up the avenue, the roads, or especially a different type of street. um well, there's a battery of things for me to get to. don't linger where the moss slowly grows. under where you ask? don't be an airhead. you're sweet like ened condensed milk. i feel something in my heart. i think it's a mass.age will do that to you. perhaps we better opera.te que sera sera. bear with me. i'm not monkeying around. i think my heart pumps for you. at least enough to fill up a part of henry's vision. to nic(k). i hope you enjoy your friend. ginger cleanses your palate sure... but it doesn't take einstein to figure out that a confederacy of dunces will always take the cake. it's tan like coffee flavored pastry. the trick is to be subtle. but sometimes you just want to end the game ers omething like that. but then again, this isn't game. 5. thank you, regardless, of what happens. i'll never be the same. oh p.s. number 5. i am definitely not the first part of the us nerve. you are! and i shan't explain any of this. no matter how hard you try to convince me. never! but guess what 5. I absofuckinglutely adore you. and am sure you'll figure some of it out. so so cute you damn, clever, witty, enchanting, beautiful, amazingly sweet, fun caring, too good to be true thing!
ki55e5. <---- best one ever 5.
On a serious note. great 5 days. thanks 5. thank you also to "number 5" who is number five question mark, space.
flow like a bot kids. stefan stefan i before e, time is up. isn't time bad. isn't ing bad. depends on which side of the hourglass you are on i suppose. to all you that watch the sands slip through the cracks of time... let me remind you, some day it runs out. give a joyous shout! relish in the sand, walk barefoot through it hand in hand.
i'm not an authority, there's 8 sections though, and hopefully it pans out, or boxes or bottles out, or some container. but you can't contain her. or me. I am a bird that has been set free. and so is she. who knows how long we'll return to sea* only captive in the coral reefs, and more belated with the captive ignore for whom something tolls though and I think you'll get the picture. (but perhaps not the pitcher, decanter, siren song enchanter).
kale, sea. it's ironic that it takes a kill for you to see. but i suppose... c'est la vie. would anyone care for some brie? too bad. don't whine about it though. that's just cheesy. talk about cheesy. lol. i'm chuck middle initial e. last name queso. smother me! i feel so used. oh well. tomorrow i have a feeling things will be brand new, or somebody will at least be there who saves the day. um. go fliers. yay for opposite over adjacent. heart. meet book. book, are you a metaphor? who knows. your chakra glows, like a bakers dozen of a rose. plus some negative german always expressing disdain. ring around the roses, pocket full of... oh cock.... i don't know how the rest of the song goes. something about ashes. I prefer embers though. the way they glow and light up the avenue, the roads, or especially a different type of street. um well, there's a battery of things for me to get to. don't linger where the moss slowly grows. under where you ask? don't be an airhead. you're sweet like ened condensed milk. i feel something in my heart. i think it's a mass.age will do that to you. perhaps we better opera.te que sera sera. bear with me. i'm not monkeying around. i think my heart pumps for you. at least enough to fill up a part of henry's vision. to nic(k). i hope you enjoy your friend. ginger cleanses your palate sure... but it doesn't take einstein to figure out that a confederacy of dunces will always take the cake. it's tan like coffee flavored pastry. the trick is to be subtle. but sometimes you just want to end the game ers omething like that. but then again, this isn't game. 5. thank you, regardless, of what happens. i'll never be the same. oh p.s. number 5. i am definitely not the first part of the us nerve. you are! and i shan't explain any of this. no matter how hard you try to convince me. never! but guess what 5. I absofuckinglutely adore you. and am sure you'll figure some of it out. so so cute you damn, clever, witty, enchanting, beautiful, amazingly sweet, fun caring, too good to be true thing!
ki55e5. <---- best one ever 5.
Monday, May 10, 2010
i wrote this awhile ago... i never write about myself, so i figured i'd publish it.
I am tenacious, intelligent, and driven.
I have a firm belief that i can accomplish
anything I set my mind to.
I come across as confident.. and I am.
I don't think I'm better than anybody, but I'm
proud of the person I am.
I have strong convictions. they don't waiver.
I have strong opinions, but they're flexible.
I don't discount anyone else's point of view.
I respect it, and truly believe that sometimes
there can be two right answers to a question
depending on your reality. You can argue
opposing positions and both be right.
I like to read non-fiction. Truth be told, I'm a
nerd. I love to learn. I speak Spanish, Italian,
and Chinese, and I'd like to learn a couple more
languages in the near future.
I have direction in my life. I know what I want,
and I try not to stray from that path. That being
said, I definitely stop to smell the flowers so
to speak. I understand that life isn't about the
destination, but rather the journey.
I pride myself on my ability to be honest,
dependable, sincere, and thoughtful.
One of my best qualities is my ability to be
relatively honest with myself. I recognize my
strengths, but I'm also aware of my weaknesses.
Everyday, I try to utilize my strengths, and
improve my weaknesses. I strive to be a better
person every day.
I'm very perceptive. I pay attention to the
smallest of details, and i'm constantly
incorporating them to get a detailed picture
of a person's personality. Not many people
surprise me. I'm simple. It doesn't take much
to please me. I get along with most everybody,
and I can have fun doing just about anything.
I am usually a social hub for my friends.
They typically call me, and I organize most times
we do something. I love to do all sorts of shit.
opera, paintball, salsa. whatever.
I think that most pretty women are shallow
and petty. Just because you're covered in makeup
and bursting out of your dress doesn't mean
you're entitled to shit. If you aren't a good
person, or you aren't nice, kind, or humble, being
attractive doesn't do absolutely anything for me.
so don't waste your time
I'm a series of dichotomous personality traits.
I'm super spontaneous, but pragmatic and reserved
Sometimes I come across as shy, sometimes I am
the absolute life of the party.
Some people swear I'm the nicest person I've ever
met. Others contend that I'm a complete prick.
I'm trusting, but not naive.
I'm strong in my convictions, but not judgmental
or didactic.
I'm a perfectionist. But I'm lazy.
I have to be the best at everything I do,
but I try to do that with as little effort as
possible.
I'm a big momma's boy. she is the nicest person
in the world. I would lay down on a train track
for her.
I also love animals. I've been vegetarian for
the latter half of my life. If i see a dog.
chances are I'll stop and pet it. I, personally,
have an english bulldog. his name is little
prince cassanova. and he is adorable.
I have a very small family. One brother, a mom,
a dad, and a sister in law.
No grandparents, cousins, aunts, uncles
really to speak of. I am super close to
the family I do have. and I'm blessed to have
them. I also have some amazing friends.
I like to associate myself with positive,
goal-oriented, selfless, ambitious individuals.
It just makes life fun and easy.
I'm terribly unphotogenic. I am cuter than I
look in most pictures.
I love to laugh, and a sense of humor is very
important to me. Life is fun, enjoy it. laugh
at yourself, by yourself, or with others.
I am driven. I have goals, and no matter the
adversity thrown my way, I will get back up,
dust myself off, and persevere.
I love music. My ipod is ridiculously random though.
I have a broad taste of music. from classical
to underground hip hop, to hardcore, and everything
in between. (with the exception of most country).
I can't swim.
I love sports.
I have a hot rod, it's cute.
I've been known to be ridiculously silly
despite being a very mature person.
I'm grounded, but I'm always reaching for the stars.
I'm an optimist. I view things in terms of positive
attributes, not negatives. i'd be more apt to say
a glass is 2% full than 98% empty.
I value responsible, caring people with their
head on straight.
I love people that are musically or artistically
gifted. I admire them immensely. Unfortunately,
I am neither of those :(
I'm taoist
I was my high school valedictorian,
I'm a selfless, caring, and kind person. But I
won't let anybody walk on me. I love helping people,
but I have the self confidence to stick
up for myself If I need to..
people say I'm a good listener. I think I just
pretend to be ;)
I'm sarcastic, and light-hearted. It's not very
easy to make me mad, and I'm not the type of
person that people get mad at usually.
I believe respect, communication, and compromise
are valuable tools, and I try to employ them
in my life as often as possible.
I love creme brulee. I love italian food and
mexican food. Indian food and thai food too.
Not a big chinese fan, but all and all I'm not
picky.
I have been blessed to lead a fortunate life.
but I am constantly grateful, and humble,
and not a day goes by that I don't stop and
appreciate all the good fortune life has thrown
my way.
...
creme brulee and kisses. delish.
I have a firm belief that i can accomplish
anything I set my mind to.
I come across as confident.. and I am.
I don't think I'm better than anybody, but I'm
proud of the person I am.
I have strong convictions. they don't waiver.
I have strong opinions, but they're flexible.
I don't discount anyone else's point of view.
I respect it, and truly believe that sometimes
there can be two right answers to a question
depending on your reality. You can argue
opposing positions and both be right.
I like to read non-fiction. Truth be told, I'm a
nerd. I love to learn. I speak Spanish, Italian,
and Chinese, and I'd like to learn a couple more
languages in the near future.
I have direction in my life. I know what I want,
and I try not to stray from that path. That being
said, I definitely stop to smell the flowers so
to speak. I understand that life isn't about the
destination, but rather the journey.
I pride myself on my ability to be honest,
dependable, sincere, and thoughtful.
One of my best qualities is my ability to be
relatively honest with myself. I recognize my
strengths, but I'm also aware of my weaknesses.
Everyday, I try to utilize my strengths, and
improve my weaknesses. I strive to be a better
person every day.
I'm very perceptive. I pay attention to the
smallest of details, and i'm constantly
incorporating them to get a detailed picture
of a person's personality. Not many people
surprise me. I'm simple. It doesn't take much
to please me. I get along with most everybody,
and I can have fun doing just about anything.
I am usually a social hub for my friends.
They typically call me, and I organize most times
we do something. I love to do all sorts of shit.
opera, paintball, salsa. whatever.
I think that most pretty women are shallow
and petty. Just because you're covered in makeup
and bursting out of your dress doesn't mean
you're entitled to shit. If you aren't a good
person, or you aren't nice, kind, or humble, being
attractive doesn't do absolutely anything for me.
so don't waste your time
I'm a series of dichotomous personality traits.
I'm super spontaneous, but pragmatic and reserved
Sometimes I come across as shy, sometimes I am
the absolute life of the party.
Some people swear I'm the nicest person I've ever
met. Others contend that I'm a complete prick.
I'm trusting, but not naive.
I'm strong in my convictions, but not judgmental
or didactic.
I'm a perfectionist. But I'm lazy.
I have to be the best at everything I do,
but I try to do that with as little effort as
possible.
I'm a big momma's boy. she is the nicest person
in the world. I would lay down on a train track
for her.
I also love animals. I've been vegetarian for
the latter half of my life. If i see a dog.
chances are I'll stop and pet it. I, personally,
have an english bulldog. his name is little
prince cassanova. and he is adorable.
I have a very small family. One brother, a mom,
a dad, and a sister in law.
No grandparents, cousins, aunts, uncles
really to speak of. I am super close to
the family I do have. and I'm blessed to have
them. I also have some amazing friends.
I like to associate myself with positive,
goal-oriented, selfless, ambitious individuals.
It just makes life fun and easy.
I'm terribly unphotogenic. I am cuter than I
look in most pictures.
I love to laugh, and a sense of humor is very
important to me. Life is fun, enjoy it. laugh
at yourself, by yourself, or with others.
I am driven. I have goals, and no matter the
adversity thrown my way, I will get back up,
dust myself off, and persevere.
I love music. My ipod is ridiculously random though.
I have a broad taste of music. from classical
to underground hip hop, to hardcore, and everything
in between. (with the exception of most country).
I can't swim.
I love sports.
I have a hot rod, it's cute.
I've been known to be ridiculously silly
despite being a very mature person.
I'm grounded, but I'm always reaching for the stars.
I'm an optimist. I view things in terms of positive
attributes, not negatives. i'd be more apt to say
a glass is 2% full than 98% empty.
I value responsible, caring people with their
head on straight.
I love people that are musically or artistically
gifted. I admire them immensely. Unfortunately,
I am neither of those :(
I'm taoist
I was my high school valedictorian,
I'm a selfless, caring, and kind person. But I
won't let anybody walk on me. I love helping people,
but I have the self confidence to stick
up for myself If I need to..
people say I'm a good listener. I think I just
pretend to be ;)
I'm sarcastic, and light-hearted. It's not very
easy to make me mad, and I'm not the type of
person that people get mad at usually.
I believe respect, communication, and compromise
are valuable tools, and I try to employ them
in my life as often as possible.
I love creme brulee. I love italian food and
mexican food. Indian food and thai food too.
Not a big chinese fan, but all and all I'm not
picky.
I have been blessed to lead a fortunate life.
but I am constantly grateful, and humble,
and not a day goes by that I don't stop and
appreciate all the good fortune life has thrown
my way.
...
creme brulee and kisses. delish.
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