BLOG DRAMA

Is for lulz.

SHITS ON YOU

I just got shat on.

Easters

It's Easter on tumblr, gusy.


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You mai dim sum girl

O hai

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For my daily blog with pictures. Starting today. Horray.

Since Nicole tempted me...

I made a new header image on photoshop. It looks like shit. :]

Horrej

So, it's been a while. Pretty much in a nutshell, a fuck-ton has happened in such a short amount of time. Sometimes I wonder if it's real or not, but you can only be so sure. I can say that after being banned from theater besides my 7th period and for the musical, I got to re-patch the friendship I used to have in 9th grade, and man does it feel good. From daily at-school raids to the traditional friday night karaoke nights, everyday there is always a moment where I laugh until it hurts. That's what friendships are for anyway, right? It's better than the whole theater crew (well, some anyway) because they were what they were: actors who are overly dramatic. The Crew now? They're down-to-earth gamers who are smart and know what reality is. They don't let drama overcome their lives, nor do they make scenes or stir conflict between the group. Sure, in this massive crowd, there are smaller groups whom are closer to one another, but we all have our share in the big group and do not get shut out. All I can say is that I'm glad with the friends I have now, and may the lulz continue.

"LET'S GET DOWN -Let's get do- ::let's get d::TO BUSINESS..."


Fucking love it.

Seussical Opening Night

Tonight went great. I was surprised that our first show was a great way to start them off, even though I was so fucking tired throughout all of it. I really need to fix my sleep cycle. Malcolm taught me a song to play on my guitar while he played on his Ukulele and it sounded hella dope. Ahh the feeling you get when you make something sound bad ass. Just 6 more shows to go and I can go home and sleep again.

ROFL

Sorry, because Tien, Ryan, Nia and Phil aren't on vent to enjoy this with me:

Rehearsals. Zee-oh-em-gee

Well, it's that last week, and rehearsals are getting hectic. Turns out I'm going to be General Jew-Handler Schmidtz for the play (whip included) and I'm pretty stoked about my part. Having props and being in character helps understand my role more. I'm working on a new graphic as we speak, so hopefully I can get at least most of it done by tonight.



FEELS

GOOD,


MAN.

Oh yeah

Happy late 69th birthday, Chuck Norris.

Old Video

Old video, epic laughs.

Billboard Quote

While on the way home, I saw this billboard with the following quote:

"I did everything right, but then everything went wrong."

I don't know why, but I like it haha.

Equation.

Solve:

I/u < 3

10 minute poem.

No, it's not 10 minutes long. Sound Science gave me 10 minutes to come up with a rhyme to share with the other club members, and this is what I came up with:


I never thought I could hate the word "love" so much.
And yet I also hate the word "hate."
But what difference does it make?
L-o-v-e and h-a-t-e.
They end in the same vowel,
and have the same number of letters,
and both go into a phase change with each other.
When you love someone too much, you grow to hate.
And when you hate, you grow to love.
And yet sometimes you hate that you love someone.
So does this even make sense?
I don't know if I can love anymore,
and I don't think I can hate just the same.
So to give a final goodbye,
and let these two words die:
I love to hate the haters who love to hate,
and I hate the lovers who give up and conform to hate.

Meh, what the hell.

Since I'm already up this late anyway, I guess I should post one up before I hit the hay.


Things have been going good. Seeing my friends be happy makes me happy. My best friend Aidan finally got with his best friend from sophomore year. It's nice to see ideal relationships come to life. People say "it'll be too good to be true," but these two will demolish that saying. As for me, I finally broke out of my artist block and made another graphic. I used it as my myspace layout, so go check it out if you're reading this (btw it's better if you do your internet browser to full screen to see it all kinda). I now don't need reliance on another person to get me started on making a graphic again.

Horray for lack of sleep and happiness. Both of them make...


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Goodnight bloggers.

Summary of Me

"Susie, if you want to see your doll again, leave $100 in this envelope by the tree out front. Do not call the police. You cannot trace us. You cannot find us....Sincerely, Calvin."

I realized the following:

1) This is my best way to vent.
2) I apologized already. Since he's telling half the world that I'm someone people shouldn't be friends with and stuff, that's fine. I'm always willing to be his friend again when he wants to be mine. I don't hate him or anything, but I guess he does. Blocked me on AIM and MSN, so I guess that says a lot. So, even if you're telling everyone things about me, it's not affecting me. And it's better if you say the stuff you say to people to me instead. Because in reality, you're just doing the same as me before. I changed, so whenever you realize that, I'll be waiting.
3) I don't know why I was tripping so much when I just read shit that wasn't directed towards me. It's what she says to ME that matters. So until I hear it from her, anything anyone else says is irrelevant and probably the wording will be changed to what she actually said. I'm not giving up and I like where we are at right now anyway. I see it as slow progression, but I don't know what she thinks. If time allows, it'll show me on his own.
4) New goal: don't be depressed (it's actually been in effect for a week now, and it's working.)
5) I'm fucking proud to be a rave-child.

New start

Earlier this week, a close friend of mine, Matthew Liu, basically told me I was pathetic for having a shitty life. He claims to have accepted my appology, but does not want to remain being my friend. The part that got me thinking if others think like him is he said, "I'm actualy happy and better off not being your friend. It's better to tell the truth than lie right? Late." And that was the end of that. Also, I was led on by my bestfriend, but I saw that coming kinda because things were getting too good to be true..so, from now on, I'm not gonna blog anymore, not go to the theater anymore, and drop out of theater adv. because I do not need anymore drama for this year. Even though I'm surrounded by it, I'm gonna make it comes to me, not be created by me. Bye.

Back.

Well, I think it's time to redeem myself from being away from my blog, so I'm back. So much has happened, and I don't even know if people read this anymore.


ANYWAY:

A lot has been going on for the 3/4 weeks I haven't updated. First of all, I had to get over someone who I had feelings for. Wasn't the easiest, but it was accomplished. Now all that's left is restoring the friendship. However, I have no idea if she'll want to because just completely not talking to her anymore was a pretty shady move on my part..and I'm sorry.
On the other hand, my trying to get my mind off the strong feelings I had for my best friend has ceased to exist and I can't bear it anymore. Yesterday, she and I talked for about 2 hours on the matter, and it came out to be a positive result. So much weight got off my shoulders, it was even funny. The sad thing is, now my pain went from my shoulders to my heart. The reason isn't because of sadness, but of how close we are now and how much I miss her daily. I'm not being clingy or anything..but this is something I've waited for for about a year now. And now that it's here, I haven't been this excited/happy/in-love ever. Sure, it's weird to see it as dating my best friend (please keep in mind, whoever is reading this, that we're NOT dating) and she's just afraid that what we have will be lost in the future. I'm not my own oracle, but I can tell hers..and I thought about it yesterday, and nothing of the sort came up. It will be worth going for, I think, because we both know how to make each other laugh without trying, and our love seems unconditional. Kinda ironic how Valentine's Day is just around the corner..hah. Anyway, things are looking up apart of the shit going on..but she keeps my mind off those things, so I'm fine knowing that something might happen. Time gives the things you want, and I believe waiting will be worth it. Long live the Oracles and time forseers.

Blah.

On the edge and approaching the end,
I'm in love with my best friend.


/facepalm

Quote:

"Too old to be a prodigy,
too young to give up hope"

HAHAAAAAAAAAA

Well, my Honor's Physics teacher isn't here...time to blog on how my day started.




I lol'd pretty hard. Since I left the house at 6:30 in the morning, it was still hella dark. I was biking, and when I got to Tara Hills, I didn't notice the glass that popped my back tire. 2.5 miles of riding on a pure rim. Life loves me.

Hmmm

I wonder what it's like to be in a relationship with someone you wouldn't think you'd be with.

Pi-pi-pi-pictures.

Since my blog is full of text, time to shake it up.








More to come!

(Copyright: Eddy Lazo. 1/27/09)

Yes.

I'm a modern man,
A man of the millennium,
Digital and smoke free.

A diversified, multicultural, postmodern
deconstructionist,
Politically, anatomically, and ecologically incorrect.

I've been unplicked and downloaded,
I've been inputted and outsourced.
I know the upside of downsizing,
I know the downside of upgrading.

I'm a high-tech lowlife.
A cutting-edge, state-of-the-art, bicoastal multitasker,
And I can give you a gigabyte in a nanosecond.

I'm new wave, but I'm old school.
And my inner child is outward bound.

I'm a hot-wired, heat-seeking, warm-hearted, cool customer.
Voice activated and biodegradeable.

I interface from a database,
and my database is in cyberspace.
So I'm interactive,
I'm hyperactive.
And from time-to-time,
I'm radioactive.

Behind the eight-ball,
ahead of the curve,
riding a wave,
dodging a bullet,
Pushing an envelope.

I'm on point,
on task,
on message,
and off drugs.
I got no need for coke and speed,
I got no urge to binge and purge.

I'm in the moment,
on the edge,
over the top,
but under the radar.

A high-concept,
low-profile,
medium-ranged ballistic missionary.
A street-wise smart bomb.
A top-gun bottom feeder.

I wear power ties,
I tell power lies.
I take power naps,
I run victory laps.

I'm a totally ongoing, bigfoot, slam dunk rainmaker with
a proactive outreach.
A raging workaholic,
a working ragaholic.
Out of rehab
and in denial.

You can't shut me up,
you can't dumb me down.
Because I'm tireless,
and wireless.
I'm an alpha man on beta blockers.

I'm a pro-believer and over-achiever,
laid back but fashion forward.

Up front,
down home.
Low rent,
high quality.

Super-size,
long-lasting,
high-definition,
fast-acting,
oven-ready,
and built to last.

I'm a hands-on,
foot-loose,
knee-jerk
head case.

Prematurely post-traumatic,
and I have a love child who sends me hate mail.

But I'm feeling,
I'm caring.
I'm healing,
I'm sharing.
A supportive bonding, nurturing, primary care-giver.

My output is down,
but my income is up.
I take a short position on the long bond,
and my revenue stream has its own cash flow.

I'm toll-free,
bite-sized,
ready-to-wear,
and I come in all sizes.

A fully-equipped,
factory-authorized,
hospital-tested,
clinically-proven,
sctientifically-formulated medical miracle.

I've been pre-washed,
pre-cooked,
pre-heated,
pre-screened,
pre-approved,
pre-packaged,
post-dated.
freeze-dried,
double-wrapped,
vacuum-packed,
and I have an unlimitted broadband capacity.

I'm a rude dude,
but I'm the real deal.
Lean and mean.
Cocked, locked and ready to rock.
Rough, tough, and hard to bluff.

I take it slow,
I go with the flow.
I ride with the tide,
I got glide in my stride.

I don't snooze,
so I don't lose.
I keep the pedal to the metal,
and the rubber on the road.

I'm hanging in,
there ain't no doubt.
And I'm hanging tough.
Over and out.

______________________________

Odd

I only got two hours of sleep and oddly I understood all my lesons when first explained today and answered all the questions on my homework/classwork correctly. Horray for lowered immune systems?

Wow

I was dozing off in 2nd period today and something came across my mind: when you're born, you are just being born at that very moment. Once your umblilical cord is cut, you aren't born anymore, you're aging to your death. It's called a birthday because it's just celebrating the day you were born, and you're just that much closer to dying.


I swear, this isn't emo, it's just startling. I'm stupid.

@(oo)@

Well, as if running into a wall,
all I can do is stand tall,
not fall.
Live up to whatever time has beset,
with no regret.
No looking back,
no asking questions,
no keeping track,
or thinking suggestions.
Go forward and only forward,
look back only to tell the world to catch up
and wrap up the past.
Put it under the Christmas tree
for your kids to see
and for you to see
all that you've improved
while your spirit's been unmoved.



It's safe to say that I've moved on.
Nothing to look upon.
The satisfaction of being just this is enough.
The laughter, the sharing,
the listening and caring.
I miss it.
If having that is on the line of being gone,
then fuck that, forget it, because losing this is just wrong.

How?

How can I tell you the way I really feel,
When it might affect what's already damaged?


Tough.

I used to be.

I used to be the oracle who saw far, not near.
But, what I didn't realize, is that the future I feared...




is here.

Because Beethoven can't.

I guess miracles do happen.

This is my second first-hand experience with God.

After sixth period, Nicole was the last person to use my phone. It was in my pocket before I showed her something on it, she left it on my desk and the bell rang. I got my backpack and camera bag together, got up and left. When I got to the theater, I checked my pocket and realized that my phone was gone. The only place it would have been was in the French room or it was stolen. I went to ask Nicole if she got my phone because she saw it there, she said no. My mind began to race. I went to the French room and asked Ms. Danielle if she saw anyone take it or if she has seen it. She said no and announced to the class if they saw the phone or saw someone take it. No one said anything until after. Trixia told me that she saw some guy hang around the spot where I was sitting and saw him leave with a phone in his hand. She couldn't identify his name or face, but she said he was Filipino. I kept thinking who was in that class last, when Randy spoke up and said he might have saw someone named Lawrence with it. He claimed that he was around where I was sitting with a bunch of other people, so it might have been one of his friends or him. Afterschool, I waited by the clocktower (that's where he usually hangs around after school) and Katrina went up to ask him if he stole a phone. Sure enough, he had it in his pocket. He took off the lanyard and the SIM card already...but he claimed he "found it" in the French room. I kept my rage inside, but I just walked away. I mean, I'm glad he gave it back and all...but it is a sin to steal..so he should think twice before he's messing with someone who has a strong faith in God.

This whole solitude movement is working great.

Time off.

I think I'm gonna shut myself from society for a few days. Won't go on AIM, MSN, Facebook, or MySpace, nor will I stay to chat out of class. Going straight to my period and if they converse to me in that period, so be it. But I need some thinking time, school focus time, and just time for myself. Going to finish the AKFG graphic and take some pictures. See you all who bothered reading this next week.

Time.

Give her time, that's all she needs.
Just be there in her time of need.
She'll tell you, don't ask her.
Just sucks that these moments feel like a blur.
Give her space, give her freedom
To regroup herself.
To regain herself.
And wait for the awkwardness to pass.

How To Do Math

"Here, maybe this will make more sense. I have eight pennies. I ask you for four more."
"I say forget it. You're the one with a steady paycheck."
"Just give me four pennies. Good. How much money do I have now?"
"Investments and all?"
"No, just here on the table..."
"Eight cents."
"No, eight plus four is twelve. See? Count them up."
"BUT THOSE FOUR ARE MINE!"

-Calvin and Hobbes. September 18, 1990

Back to school.

BLARG.


How could break be over so soon? I feel like I didn't have enough time to do things with my friends...but eh, it's time to go back to studies. The best part is seeing a select few people again after two weeks, so it can't be all that bad. Anyways, I prepared myself to fix my sleep cycle by sleeping at 5 am today and I woke up at 9 am. Tired as hell + long 12+ hour day = sleep early and feel rested.

Pack YOUR(YOURYOURYOURYOURYOURYOURYOURYOURYOURYOURYOURYOURYOURYOURYOURYOURYOURYOURYOURYOURYOURYOURYOURYOURYOUR) bags, kiddos. It's time to catch the bus and go back to school.