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Tuesday, April 29th, 2003
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9:51 pm - strait from the fridge daddy-o
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This past week was fun, i went to these free dance classes with my friend dala. I learned and forgot the Foxtrot but retained the Swing dance lessons and the Cha Cha. one two cha...cha...cha..kick two...cha..cha..cha. triple step triple step rock, triple step triple step, stop, triple step rock!!!!
Wednesday Went to club 33 with dala, mayuko, lily and shawn. Recently we have been pre-gaming at my place. It actually works out nice being the host. I was never allowed to have people over when i was younger but so i guess in a way i was kind of deprived. Its nice to have people over and you see they're having fun.
Monday Went to tonic to get some food but they stopped serving at 10:30 and we got there absurdly late at 11pm. The doorman was trying to make us stay and sit at their big round ufo shaped bar but i was starving. me and dala found out way to this indian place called 'Punjabi Hut' in cambridge. It was so weird b/c they were closing too, it was almost midnight. So we ate in the upsatirs part of the restaurant. Dala thought it was someones house so she was like freakin out. I was a little scared, i thought i was going to be the main ingrediant in tomorrows chicken vindaloo. Got most of the stuff moved out thanks to dala and her car.
Saturday went to the Roxy and now i'm exhausted.
going to an aikido seminar at Mcgill university this weekend. Found a place to stay finally. The last few times i went up, i had to tough it out on the mat. Someone on livejournal mentioned i should stay at a hostel, that would have been cool. i've never been in one, i wonder how it is.
I have been thinking about joining this place to do Zazen meditation but maybe i will do yoga instead. At least that way i will stay flexible. I think yoga would be cool. i promised a lot of poeple i would go with them. Jen , clair and dala but i can't find the time to make plans. I have to make plans though and stop procrastinating. "just do it" not originally a nike saying but a zen saying.
Besides that i have also been trying to find a place to swing dance, i think there is one in inman square on saturday but i'm going to have to wait until i get back from montreal. Maybe there is something up there, there has got to be. But i guess i should be focusing on aikido i mean that is why i am going.
But it don't mean a thing if it ain't got that swing!
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| Wednesday, April 2nd, 2003
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10:38 pm - No jibber jabber in da dojo foo'
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I have been sleeping longer lately but my body does not want to. I know I can get up earlier but I feel like I should sleep more if I can. I guess I should not sleep any longer than I have to. I should just get up. "Jeew, get up", that is all I have to say to myself.
I did get up around 11, and did my laundry. I was in the laundry room leaning on one of the machines as it dried my clothes. I read the words written on the chrome control panel on the face of the machine. It had a list of things not to do with the dryer.
It did not say "don't have sex on the dryer" but it did say "don't sit on the dryer" which I believe points a finger at the act of copulation on one of these things.
Don't People like to get-it-on on top of dryers? I think more people do it than imagined. They are these huge vibrating masses of machinery just waiting to be used by a daring couple. I will not say if I have or have not done it myself, but it can be an eye-opening experience, that is if you can find a nice secluded area with a nice clunky vibrating dryer.
If you are unfortunate enough to have a new dryer just throw in a couple of pairs of sneakers. Also, Make sure you are young and have no shame just in case you do get caught.
My friend was reading these "Law" books. I inquired what they were and she said they were "Law books on how to get away with murder". I had to make fun of her for that, was she plotting to kill us all? She had to read them for her law class and that her professor was a crime solving genius of some sort. He also collects crime memorabilia and collectables.
Her teacher has the "Sin City" Marv doll. The one where Marv is sitting in the electric chair and screams "is that all you got you Pansies!!" every time you pull the switch. She was surprised that I knew what it was. She had this funny look on her face when I told her that I made my dad buy me boxes of "true crime" trading cards when I was a wee lad. Then she started joking about how I must be a depraved weirdo or something, in the nicest way possible of course.
My friend has a great personality, I see in her the part of myself who likes to take the obviously weird and just twirl it around your finger, out of control until the crowd laughs with you in madness or. Its all in your own head but funny none the less.
It always gets a person in trouble, that sick sense of humor that pokes fun at a friend. No need to apply for a round of the usual if you can't laugh along with us. The group is a crazy bunch of folks. I do love working with them. There are so many personalities, all who love to shine on in their own way. I like my job or more specifically the people I work with.
You have to admire that about someone, when they can turn something into a joke. Natural born jesters. It cuts through the seriousness of life.
It is also great to see the serious get jabbed at to. It’s like seeing a smiling piñata beaten by a stick while all the kids are laughing their heads off. The piñata should always be smiling or it just turns into a sad event. My co-worker always smiles, he is a good guy but takes himself just a bit too seriously sometimes. Yes, he gets to be the piñata but yes fortunately he also a master of the stick.
Aikido was good today; I wish I never took so much time off. I guess my excuse was that I had to focus on school. But I should not have let that stop me from going. I guess I was just hanging around with people so much. It was a point in my life where I felt that I had to "hang out" so I could hang on to my sanity.
Aikido gives me something that I cannot even describe. Some kind of feeling that I’m doing something I like, something I chose. It is very satisfying in all that it involves.
Yea, it gives me very little of those ‘hang out' and 'joke around' abilities I feel outside but it makes up for it. I feel like the dojo is a very serious place, and it is.
I guess I wish I could be a more relaxed, joking around person there but that does not seem like the time or the place. I guess I feel like that partly b/c I like to joke around and b/c I spend so much time there. I like being serious but I also like to express myself through stupid acts and dumb jokes.
I was totally serious today and I feel like I had a very good practice. No jibber jabber fool, just straight aikido. I did it on purpose b/c I was trying to apply some stuff I was reading in a book about Zen. Just trying to focus on what I was doing and live in the moment. It was really cool. I even tried it when I was shaking out the dust into the path of the vacuum cleaner. I knew it looked funny and almost laughed but I made sure to just take my time and empty out the dust into the path of the Bisset carpet cleaner. Man, I am getting crazier everyday but that’s ok.
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| Sunday, March 30th, 2003
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10:26 pm - "Yarrrrrrrrrrrr!"
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I bought my plastic sword, eyepatch, hoop earing and black doorag early yesterday morning at Dorthy's Boutique. The manager tried to push a whole pirate outfit on me, you know the ones that come in the plastic bags, it looked like crap.
Pirate was a hell of a lot easier to pull off than viking, what the hell do viking's wear anyways? I found out later i could have been a ninja and wrapped a black t-shirt around my head.
I convinced eric to go with me, he wore a a brown vest, white shirt and a black doorag. He just came back from new orleans last week and had about 50 pounds of beads left over from Mardi Gra. We sorted through all the dumb plastic beads. He had all types strewn about his bed. We decided the gold ones looked the best.
He put a bunch on and looked like Mr T, i looked like an old lady with gaudy costume jewelry around my neck, i tucked the beads into my shirt.
We both had a shot and then left to mike's party.
As soon as we walked pirate handed me a bottle of what tasted like paint thinner I chugged some and let out a big "Yarrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr" in true pirate fashion. I then saw my friend gunther and whipped my sword out and started battling him in the kitchen. It was pure stupid fun, we both yelled "yar" at eachother. Everybody was yelling and screaming "yar" and "go scrub the poop deck matey!"
I saw Jen there and she was a ninja. But it was kinda cheap though b/c she had no mask.
Me and eric got wasted, they had one keg. A girl with a pair of sissors in her hand slipped down the stairs, when she came to a stop she held out the sissors and yelled out a big "Yarrrrrrrrr!".
I picked up this 50 pound rock and tried to bring it up the stairs but it was cutting into my arm, it looked like it was part of the basements stone wall. I dropped the fuckin stone and it rolled down the stairs, everybody screamed as it slowly bumped down. It looked like a minnie version of the big boulder in Indiana Jones. Eric jumped out of the way in time before it hit his leg. I was so crunk.
This guy, JJ, came over and he said he could pick it up so we told him to pick it up and bring it outside. So he picked it up and we chanted his name as he struggled up the stairs with the big stupid rock in his arms. It was so heavy his foot went through the first step but he managed.
I broke my pirate sword as it clashed with a cute little priate girls sword. We had both got them at the same place.
There were a few cute girls there. One was really cool i used to think was really cute freshman year, i had not seen her since then. She was all grown up, i was talking to her but a ninja whacked her in the leg with a hurling stick so she threw a beer at him and i went back downstairs to refill mine.
one girl was drinking from a glass when a punching bag swung into her and broke the glass, beer shot all over her she looked so sad in her messed up pirate outfit. I rememeber talking to her but the conversation is just a haze now, it was a about freshman dorms or something.
A girl asked me something while i was sitting in a chair, i forget what though, I remember i was sitting on three baseballs. Then a guy threw up all over the drum set and another guy did the same after we had a conversation about finance teachers at NU.
When we were leaving Eric got into a sword fight with a girl, he stole her sword and started running around the house with it. He passed it to me and then everyoine was trying to get it, everytime the sword moved it made this dumb "wruuuuuum...wrummmmm" sound like it was a cheapo lightsaber. I tried to hide in the corner with it but i moved an the sword went "wrummm..wrummm" and i was found it. Me and eric got our crap and hobbled out the door, two drunk asshole pirates, "yarrrrrrrrr!".
We decided to walk back. We went down huntington and aproached a seven eleven store. We decided we would have a contest to see who could steal the most stuff. There was one guy behind the counter and another guy walking the aisles, i still had the eyepatch on and eric had his black doorag on his head. I went up to the watchdog and asked him where the devil dogs were he started walking around to show me so i put a "mr goodbar" in my pocket while i was right behind him :D.
He then dragged me to a little shelf with all these hunny buns and crap and i said i di not want any, so i walked to the drink coolers and grabbed a red bull and shoved it in my pocket. Then i walked out.
Eric was already outside i forgot what he stole but it was not as good as my booty.
So we were all laughing and shit and we both agreed that we had to hit up store 24 to see who the real winner was.
I made up the rule that we had to call our items before we walked into the store. I called a 5th avenue and he claimed he could get a bag of trail mix. So we finally arrived at store 24 and i went in first, i went strait to the cash register and asked the guy with the turban where the devil dogs were. He just laughed at me and said he did not know, i must have looked dumb with the eyepatch and gold beads around my neck. So i said "oh forget it I will find something else then, thanx". So i reached down and grabbed the 5th avenue right from under his nose. I grabbed a whatchamacallit with the other hand then and held it up as a decoy. I walked towards the coolers and opened the door while slipping the watchmacallit into my pocket, i grabbed a flavored water and paid for it, i put the watchamacallit back on the rack like i did not want it anymore and left. It was real quick, in and out in like 60 seconds. Eric took longer. It was funny, he came out with a bag of trail mix in his pocket but it was funny b/c he was eating a 5th avenue that he bought just to mock me just in case i di not get mine.
I dropped the flavored water out of my pocket and it smashed all over the ground.
We laughed all the way home,
"Yarrrrrrrrrrrr"
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| Thursday, March 20th, 2003
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9:04 pm - Jeew Baggins - Fellowship of the Grandmaster Key
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The other day i was walking down the stairs to the lobby of my apartment building. Before i reached the door, i looked down and saw lying on the ground a key. It looked just like my apartment keys and It was smack dab in the middle of the ground, you could not have missed it.
It looked like it had been placed there on purpose so that the person who dropped it, might find it on his/her way in. I picked it up and looked at it, there were some weird letters on it. I thought that whoever dropped it was going to be pissed when they found out it was missing. I put it in my pocket and walked to class.
Today i wanted to go get a calzone at bhop, so i started looking for my jeans. i found them on the floor and put them on, i felt something in the pocket and went to search it out. I felt around in my pocket for awhile till i caught the elusive object. You guessed it: the key
I looked at the key and i saw the letters "GM" inscribed into it. I though wait a sec "gm" can only mean one thing. Grandmaster baby.
I hurried to my own door and placed the key into the lock. click, click, alakazzam, open sessame, bang :it opened my door.
I got really excited and showed my roomate, mike. but then i called the management, both their numbers but they were not answering. I even called there emergency number but no one answered.
That pissed me off, the fact that someone with a master key to any apartment in the complex can be so irresponsible. I am going to request that my lock be changed, that they tell me whoes key it was, and that if they don't i'm gonna let the whole building know that their locks will have to be re-cored. I got too much stuff here in my room for someone to come in here and just take it.
This apartment intruder stuff has gone to far. I am Jeew Baggins the key keeper. The keeper of the Grandmaster key.
Already my roomate dave was eyeing it. I am sure he would be the type to take it and use it. He is like a goddamn goodfornothing key wraith. Naw, i don't think he would take it but he was looking at me real funny. His face was in total 'take the key from frodo' mode.
But anyways, i was riding the train yesterday and i saw this really pretty girl. she had an accent, i heard it when she was talking to this old guy, it sounded salvic.
She sat down accross the aisle from me and started fixing her long hair. She caught me looking and i looked away. when i leeked back ( I could not help it) she was looking at me. I mean who could blame her, i was all dressed up in my sunday best b/c i was coming home from work. So we made eyes for a bit.
then she pulled out this tin can and started trying to open it up. I started watching her and she saw me and just kept strugglling to open it up. So i said to her "hey, let me give it a try. She smiled and reached across the aisle and handed it to me. It was a can of coffee mints,.......NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!
You know which mints i mean, right? The little tin cans that never seem to want to open. but i saw she had already jimmed part of it off so i was put a little at ease. Piece o' cake i thought.
So i was like, "this will be so easy" and "I'm totally her knight in shining armor". I started twisiting it and the lid budged a bit. almost there baby. I twiested again But Then it wouldn't go anymore. So i struggled. i managed to close it all the way shut. I spent a whole minute longer trying to open the beautifull girls tin can.
but nothing, i felt a bit embarrassed and handed it back to her. I said "Its not my day" and smiled and she smiled back and said it was "ok". She was probably thinking "what a wuss" but she kept looking over at me anyway. she did not care that i could not open her can.
But then what really pissed me off was that i didn't say another goddamn word to this girl. And i could see her staring at me, she had every right too also. I was dressed to the nine's in my work clothes. I was one sexy mutha uffa on that train, but shit i was such a pussy. i didn't say anything.
She dropped her gloves when she got off the train but i missed it. the fat lady in front of me grabbed the opporortunity first and said,"hey miss, you dropped you gloves" she turned around and got back on to get them but the older man she was talking to before picked them up for her and yelled and motioned to the old lady that he was with the young lady.
She stepped off and the loud lady waved to the pretty miss. She waved back to the lady in front of me but then looked right at me but was still waving at the old lady. It was so strange from my view. she was waving at the lady in front of me and i knew it but i felt like a fool b/c i wanted to wave back at her. I should have winked at least.
Oh, woe is me. It was a test maybe. I should have gotten the gloves and not have been straing off into la la land. And to top it all off i think the old guy was her father.
Man what a one two in the gut. first i missed my chance to talk to this girl cause i'm a big puss, then i feel like i'm robbing the cradle when her pops walks up to her. I swear she looked at least 20. I could almost see the cop saying "tell it to the judge, book em' danno".
I was even chivalric enough to try and open her little can of mints. Damn the fucking mints they robbed me of my mojo, those little shits.
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| Tuesday, March 18th, 2003
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11:19 pm - field trip from the home for troubled peoples
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Brother Walsh always had something interesting to tell us in our high school religion class. One day he said something that was just so strange. Not becuase i had never heard it before but because it was just so strange coming out of a the mouth of a man of the cloth. He said: "I don't understand why men your age want to get in such seriouse relationships. Your all so young, go out and experience as many women as you can before you get married. or else you'll never be happy".
'Bullshit' i thought, we're not men , what a clown. And how could i be any happier. I was in love and finally getting mine from one of the hottest girls i had ever met. I thought the old man had a screw loose. I mean yea we were going out for two years already but she was so hot, i could never be happier." I never believed brother walsh, even after my relationship ended with my ex.
I had started opening up to girls at the beggining of my sophmore year in highschool. I would hang out with girls, go up tp girls at the school sponsered dances and hook up randomly. I was happy b/c of the girls but more b/c i felt so free.
Then, i got into a relationship , that long one i mentioned above. It lasted from the beggining of my sophmore year to the end of highschool. Its like i was just hitting my stride and getting comfortable with myself then i locked my self into this relationship for the rest of highschool. In retrospect i don't think it was the greatest idea, but i can only guess at how things could have tunred out otherwise.
I was not totally shut out from the outside world .I did have my moments of innocent fun now and then, always the alcoaol's fault though ;)
But, i never got to grow.
I broke up with my ex before college in hopes of finding something new. Maybe get that boldness i had found in myself in my early sophmore year. I thought that would happen in college, like a second coming.
It didn't b/c i was a mess when i entered college, i was getting ready for a cheap ressurection. I missed my ex girlfriend and all this other crap stuff was hanging over my head. I kept trying to find someone to fall in love with, someone i could shut myself away with and share my problems. I needed someone or something to keep going. I found someone and we dated for three years. It did not work out, we were just a mismatch.
Now here i am after relationships of 6 years. I feel like opening up. I would alway feel like i had to dedicated myself and sacrifice everything for my women. I don't even know why, no one ever held a gun to my head but i guess i had been so hurt by life that i wanted to not hurt anyone else. I wanted to love someone the way i wanted to be loved, with all my lonesome heart and Selfishly. Which was not the best idea either prolbly. Don't get me wrong though, selfish love can be a nice thing. As Arnie Cuningham says in the flick Christine:
"Let me tell you a little something about love....it has a voracious appitite, it eats everything, friendship, family. It kills me how much it eats. But i'll tell you something else. You feed it right it can be a beautifull thing and thats what we have.
http://www.theofficialjohncarpenter.com/pages/themovies/ch/chsclips.html
Yes, it eats everything, i can attest to that. I think Brother Walsh was right in a way. You can't just tie yourself down. If you do because of the easy tempatations of the illusions of a "secure" relationship you wind up missing out but you also miss out on some freedom.
But i guess thats only if you are like me, the type that shuts the world out when where in love. It does not even make any sense when i write that. I don;t see the logic in acting that way, but i do it.
But anyways I've had enough of the selfish love of a relationship. Who needs that? With my personlity i know that if i get into a seroius relationship i will let it swallow me whole. I need time. I never had enough time to nuture myself. I think i am finally getting past those antisocial ways i developed with my ex's. I can feel it everyday growing in me, it sounds funny to write, but its a kind of boldness. But i need to kick myself in the ass to keep it going. I really need to strart taking control of the weel. I know i can but bad habits die hard.
One day i wuold like to be in a relationship, one where the appitite for eating mylife is not so strong.
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On a really far out note:
This is going to sound like i'm some tripped out crazy skitzoid but it has to do with a dream i had when i was younger and my aikido seminar.
When i was very young i had a dream. I was a man walking into a room with with doors that looked like glass shower doors. There was a white floor and two asian people sitting on them. the walls were made of wood. When i approached them they had very wrinkled faces and were very calm, I kept looking away. I was so afraid, it was always so terrifying. The dream was a reoccuring nightmare i always had.
When i was at the seminar this weekend, the whole gym floor was covered with a white mat and the walls were wooden. We were meditating in front of one of the senseis, the one who is really intimidating. Peaked out at him as he was meditating and he looked right at me and stared right out me. He looked like a buddah and was straing at me. shit! man i was a bit intimidated so i just averted my eyes a bit to look at the back of someones head in front of me, then i closed my eyes and continued meditating.
That gaze of his was so powerfull, only a few could pull it off. It is funny to think about the way i reacted. but when i think about it my view was so similar to the view and feelings i had in my dream. I guess the terror in my dream was like the uncomfortable feeling I had at the seminar, just magnified. I think about the similarities b/c I like making my world mystical, it makes me feel so eternal. but also a little nutty.
I guess i like getting sucked into the whole aikido feeling. Like we are taking part in some esoteric mystical thing at the seminars. The whole ceremoniuse feeling, its a little bit like going to church. Your whole mindset is changed as you walk into this other environment. Instead of priests in black , there are senseis doing amazing things in these dark colored skirts.
on an even weirder note:
made more photocopies today, i thought i was going to have a seizure everytime i scrolled the microforms across the screen. could you imagine having a seizure at work. Man that would be scary.
The weird feeling i have about that is i think i would be more embarrassed than anything. I mean, its not like having your shorts pulled down in high school gym class, its like life or death or doing something nutty like butting on your tounge and choking on it. I guess i would be embarrassed b/c i would seem so weak and helpless. I wonder if anyone else would feel embarrassed.
I did limp around work today, i think i hurt my foot at the seminar b/c i did not warm up. I had to limp around work, it was like I was cripple. I didn't even fake it, i was walking like i had taken shrapnle in my ankle. People were looking. I even enjoyed the attention oddly enough. I walked right in front of people cutting them off and they would move right out of the way, some even apologized. Here come the cripple , here i come..move it , move it, move it, cripple coming through. Wow, look at all the pity. I even got daring and started walking into the street, making cars stop for the cripple. I finally stopped b/c one man in his three piece, in a nice nissan suv, actually sped up. I guess he doesnt' buy into the whole cripple pity thing.
I really milked it today, i thought it was funny so i kept laughing to myself while i limped. i must have looked like some young guy who escaped from a fieldtrip from a troubled persons home. I feel like a fieldtrip at the troubled persons home.
current mood:  crazy
current music: wumm wummma wumm
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| Monday, March 17th, 2003
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The seminar this weekend was very cool.
I got there and helped set up. I was the first one their, where was my prize. when i walked into the gym i found that there was sand all over the floor and a note on the table.
The note read:
" sorry we were tossing around a medicine ball last night and it exploded.
Sincerly,
Greg nomal"
I started sweeping.
Yamada Sensei taught first but i was busy helping sign people in. I finally jumped on the mat but the hour was already done. I think i got one move in.
The next hour was my sensei. He even came up to me, smiled and said "you are here too" in his thick japanese accent and i said "yes i am". He then proceded to throw me. It is so strange to be thrown by him. It feels like i am flying on my back then gently let down. As soon as you attack him you are flying already. It seems like he is throwing me in a way to compensate for my not so good breakfalls, i would rather not think about that though.
Chiba sensei was the next and final hour. Before he came out, my sensei told everyone it was going to be a bokken class. Everybody had a sad face b/c no one brought their bokken. Chiba sensei knows that nobody brings their bokkens to seminars. Lots of people left. I could totally see him planning that and getting a laugh out of it.
I went to go change into my normal clothes so i could watch. I did not want him to see me in my gi b/c i could totally picture him coming up to me and scareing me by demanding to know where my bokken was. I could almost see him shouting at me, he is one scary guy.
After i changed, i heard that he had changed his mind and decided to do a swari waza class. So i ran downstairs and changed and snuck onto the mat. i got to train with some high ranking aikidoka, it was cool. Chiba Sensei even came up to me when my partner was doing the technique incorrectly. He told me to grab his shoulder and hold on with a lot of strength. He grabbed my wrist and did a nikkyo control. Pain shot all over my body i could not even think, it was like he had found a way to overload my nervouse system. I would tap and a millisecond later he would apply it again, and again and again. It was like white fire in my arm! Then he dragged me down into a pin, i didn't even realize it but i was holding my breath, he told me to breath out. So i let out a big, "uhhhhhhh". Everybody in the back was watching. He then started doing the nikkyo pin. he held me, twisting my shoulder as i struggled like a fish out of water. He patted my head once with his free hand and told me to adjust myself to releave the pressure. everyone was glad they were not me. As soon as i adjusted my self he applied more torque and i heard the insides of my shoulder make sounds like you get from snapping a drumstick off of a chicken. i was frozen but relaxed. He patted my back as i lay on the ground, he was letting know it was ok that he was painfully twisting me, i agreed . He knew i was scared. He said "roll back to releve the pressure" in his calm, deep, accented voice. He let me go and i faced him on my knees and bowed. My shoulder was fine. He was amazing. When i think about the feeling, it is awe. I was hit by thunder but survived unscathed. This happens every seminar and i always feel the same way.
My freind who payed for me was not so lucky. He did nikkyo on her and she had to leave the seminar to get it taped up. She fell to the ground as he did it. He immediatly told her to get some ice for it. Ice? it looked like it needed to be popped back in. I found out she was ok today, but she could not pratice. I felt bad for her b/c injuries really bite the big one. I did give her a gift to express my gratitude, a suede passport holder b/c she travels alot.
My first day at fidelity today. It was easy and relaxing. but at times monotonous and frustrating. I'm basically a specialized copy boy. I am the modern drifter, doing odd jobs to stay alive. Not as dramatic as a Steinbeck novel. Temp work is the modern day odd job. instead of picking oranges or working the fields, i'm printing a bunch of crap out. I can't even eat it. Work is the same exact thing over and over again. different circumstances but the same basic underlying story. If its not an orange, its a glorified copy machine, if its not a criminal its a man selling "ancient swords" on the Home shopping Network.
Anyways, the Canon microform scanner 400 decided to start giving me error messages around 1 pm. I tried to fix the problem and it would have been easy if the manual was not for a minolta. The code it gave me meant nothing. The green display just robotically flashing "L2" over and over. My boss told me to go home early which was nice, i had time to go the NU library and get a copy of the manaul for the scanner. We have five of the same machines upstairs. I even went home and slept enough to be awoken by more real estae intruders before leaving for aikido. I said " im sleeping" in this high pitched girly voice as they started jiggling the know on my door. I wish i said "Go ahead open it, i fucking dare you. That would have sounded cool. Or maybe "Turn that knob and i'll turn yall into a pile o' stinky shit mutha uffa"
I was in an unhappy mood at aikido. we did a technique in lines and it was my second time moving up to the intermediate line and i was totally lost. I felt like going back to the begginer line but i'm just gonna keep going to the intermediate one so i get better quicker. Can't pussy put. Their were so many moves i have not done in awhile. I felt so frustrated. I think I had drank a lot of my aikido skills away on landsdown street in the last few months. I forgot all the little important stuff. I keep using my muscle and it just tires me out. I was getting my ass tossed around. I don;t know why but i always laugh when i get thrown really hard. I really think its funny but i looked in the mirriod wall after i got chucked and i just look like a big ol pussy. I have to curb that habit, its not funny, its not funny.
But besides my frustration aikido was abnormally good in retrospect b/c I learned a ton of stuff. i really needed a day like today so i could set myself straight on a few things.
Aikido notes.
1.Always extend your arms but keep them slighty bent. Use them like a bokken. Think of thrusting into the person as they grab, it tangles them up in their own arms.
2.The love and hate analogy for a tenchi nage variation
3. standing Kokyu ho - lower your legs before you turn, rotate your elbow under your open hand after turning. Let your elbows hang down. Drop your legs more if you their is to much power applied by uke. If you need to go with ukes power to grab it, then redirect it back up when he is extended.
4. Koshi nage - final step - keep your hands in front of you and tenkan your back foot between the persons feet.
5. slap faster to get a less painful breakfall.in irimi nage, use your elbow to push off nages side, to get more distance.
6. Tenchinage - keep your arms moving on a vertical plane when you irimi, do not bend your arms or you will lose the connection with your power source (hips), the same goes for muscle, just swing your arms loosly. When you swing back, make sure your arms are behind uke. Do the circular things with your hands at the end of the throw (gotta figure that last one out so i understand it better).
5. kata dori irimi nage- hit them back as soon as they grab and push your arm into them. As they push back lead them with an irimi, step across and in . While stepping across ====> pull their shoulder down <==== and toward(?) and push into their elbow over and then step through them. It is kind of a see saw, maybe - one up ,one down.
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| Thursday, March 13th, 2003
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Today i learned a lot at aikido, my technique is getting better but i have to make sure i don't compensate my technique with strength. I also learned some new tricks when being attacked from behind.
The best thing that happened today was when i was about to leave the dojo. My freind came up to me with a form and told me to sign it. I looked at it for a second and realized it was an application for the seminar at MIT this weekend. In her other hand she also had a check filled out for seventy bucks! She was offering to pay for this poor aikidoka. Of course i refused though, i did not want her to pay for me out of pitty. But she plead her case and said that when she was starting out, she could never afford anything and people were so generouse to her. She kept forcing the pen into my hand but i kept saying "no,I can't" I really wanted to but i felt like it was wrong. she started to look unhappy so i gave in and signed the form. What the hell, right?
Honestly, that is one of the nicest things i have ever had done for me. such pure kindnest, i will have to repay her someway. I will write her a card and get her a gift. Now i will be able to go to the seminar and kick some ass! I have been daydreaming about it all week. I was going to be at the seminar on sunday anyways b/c i volunteered to sign people in. I mean i have nothing else to do on sunday and i really wanted to see the shihan teach, now thanks to my friend I will.
man, i really need to graduate and get a job. I'm just scraping by with my library job. hopefully the temp work i'm starting next week will lead to something when i graduate. I need to make money b/c I really need to stay away from home. I cannot thrive there. At least here i have a chance. i don't need a car, all i need is money for food, rent and aikido. I really need to work hard, to get where i want to be.
I took my accounting final yeasterday, i think its possible i got an A in the class. I was pretty nervouse during the exam though. I knew everything but i froze on some answers. Prof Marples, who taught the class, is a first class guy. I used to think he was a bad teacher when i had him for cost accounting but i realized that i really should have taken intermediate 1 before cost. I asked him if i could sit in on his class next quarter just for a reveiw, he said it was ok if i did not tell anyone. Normally i'd have to pay something outrageouse like 2 grand.
Earlier while at my desk,I was thinking that you have to attack life, not defend against it. If your in a constant defensive posture you can only defend against what attacks you. If you attack life and plan ahead for the future, there will be less to defend against. You can defeat things before it has a chance to materialize. It takes a lot of work, but there will be satisfaction in knowing how hard you worked and life will open up b/c you will be out there discovering new things. I definelty have the tendency to defend from life and let things get to sticky. I used to read thoughts like that by other martial artists and i always thought it was silly to apply a physical philosophy to something so intagible like planning your life. But, It makes sence to work for what you want and need,tackle the problem before it happens. But I guess also things happen that you can never plan for though, esepcially if life blindsides you. But what is that anyway, if you survive and are still alive all the unexpected problems are kindling for the flame.
There are so many illusions out there that are fed to us, so many ways of thinking that we have grown accustomed too. Some good some bad but i think, why not program yourself to do what you want like the world has programmed you. You know, like remind yourself everyday with like a pep talk. your mind is so powerfull, whatever you picture in your mind is so real it really affects your mood.For example, when you dream, your mind produces images that are so real you believe them, your mind can fool you when you are unconscience. But when your wide awake, you have more control over your mind and your day dreams. I got my own daydream, it my victory speech for whatever i want to accomplish.Yea that sounds dumb but i got a really good one b/c i use it to motivate me to do what i need to do like study. in my daydream I'm standing at a podium and i ramble on about how "this is for all the people who never believed..." it really makes me feel good when i daydream about it in the shower. all my life, people have never believed i could do anything. I was always the dumb no talent kid. I need that day where i can say "didn't turn out the way you wanted me to" and thats in my victory speech. all those people who cared and loved, there in the crowd , but all those people who never for a second believed are also there too so they can see how i showed them up. I am the man of the hour, baby! Its like self hypnosis or something, it makes me feel good and it also helps me get up to go to my early aikido classes so i'm not wasting my money.
One day i'm gonna be able to help those who have helped me.
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| Saturday, March 8th, 2003
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11:30 pm - dreams and stuff
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i was at the upcoming aikido seminar that i will not be able to afford. We were all staying at a hotel, i was staying alone in a back room that was half comic shop. I was trying to read comics in the attic when i realized that i missed the whole seminar, it was a shitty feeling as i saw everyone coming back to their rooms. I even tried to hide so they would not see me. It was time to go home, i said i was going to take a bus. They felt bad,I was offered a ride but at the last moment they could not drive me. We were all standing in my room when all of a sudden we heard this loud noise. It was people doing some hardcore fucking. Everyone turned there heads to find the source of the fucking sound.
I opened my eyes and realized i was lying in my bed and my downstairs neighbors were fucking so loudly.
I closed my eyes and went back to sleep, seeing that it was only 11 am.
I was in my house in New Jersey. My mom came upstairs complaining that the lady who had moved in decided to move all my mother's stuff. I walked downstairs. to my surprise everything was neat and clean. The new lady cleaned everything up. She was living in what was once our dining room. she had these nice couches set up. I felt nervous around her becasue she was a total stranger. she was very attractive woman in her early late 30's. She had it together. I said "hello" and walked into our den with my mom. I looked at the clock on the wall but was really trying to look at the lady (bad habit). I turned to my mom and said something like "Whats wrong? She is cleaning up". she spoke back in a giddy way, "I know, maybe she will clean everything" (my mom in a nutshell).
I woke up and made my self breakfast.
The week:
The week had been so hectic for me, hectic only b/c i normally don't do anything except go the the gym , study, and aikido class. lots of finals and meetings.
I'm gonna take my accounting final on wednesday, i still have to read one more chapter, but i'm sure i'll do fine cause my teacher likes me. Which is sort of odd considering i missed three of his classes and rarely raise my hand.
I finshed reading "everythings eventual" by stephen king. Good stuff.
Did not have the urge to strangle any kids at the library today.
Tha phantom shitter did not stike again tonight, although a toilet did overflow.
Helped many intelligent pretty women at the library today (one of my jobs few perks).
Giving up:
To lazy to post any more pics. To many fucking intruders, they have trampled me to death. An endless supply of them. Coming in while i am cooking in my boxer shorts, sleeping, in the bathroom, miicrowaving ball park franks, opening cans of beans, staring at my laptop while it downloads mp3s.
I will set up a business where people will pay me to take them on tours of other peoples apartments. Why watch a "real world" episode when you can "step right in" and "create your own". I will tour college areas and bring people around to apartments. All i need is a real estate license and i'm in. My clients will be able to (hear, see , smell, and feel) in on people during their most intamiate private moments and watch ,maybe even get up close and personal with a little aggresion. But of course we will be safe and sound behind the fence of the law. Don't feed the animals folks, just pretend to look at this wonderfull victorian style woodwork and walk in closet while i drop a banana peel on the ground.
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I will open a business. Get a bunch of freinds who live in the same apartment to accept a stranger as their friend. A subsscription for freinds. Prostitution? No way..good old fashion compnay. The lease begins sept 1st and runs until you can't pay. My clients will have to pay a large sum but they get the benefits of having freinds who seem to care. Parties, movies, outings and who knows? Maybe they will even like you in the end. Not to likely though, i don't think pride has sank low enough in america. But the war on drugs is over and we can't get by without overperscription. Maybe it will get worse and worse and then one day my plan will become feasable. I have a prescription for subscription.
life does not come with an instruction manual, so figure it out.
My instruction manual sez provided with my toy life in this play world says:
"Maximize utiles"
I am an average player, constant utile maximization = aikido and gym.
"Avoid positives utiles with a negative effect"
pizza is has positive utiles b/c it tastes good but with a negative affect for my body. Reverse liposuction, heart problems. negative body image, bad
"Helplessness = negative utiles" Help yourself and help others if they help themselves (but don't overexert yourself).
ok, i think i am tired enough. i like to work at my job, i have just enough disrespect for it to be able to relax, i am making some pocket change, and i talk to the people i work with, and i get to tell them what to do.
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| Friday, February 28th, 2003
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2:48 pm - Intruders
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| Wednesday, February 26th, 2003
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3:09 pm - lyrics
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I close my eyes, only for a moment, and the moment's gone
All my dreams, pass before my eyes, a curiosity
Dust in the wind, all they are is dust in the wind.
Same old song, just a drop of water in an endless sea
All we do, crumbles to the ground, though we refuse to see
-Dust in the wind
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| Tuesday, February 25th, 2003
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2:34 am - The laundry blues
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| Sunday, February 23rd, 2003
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12:42 am - At it again
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This morning,no different than last.
Knock..knock...We want to look at the apt.
two groups one right after another....why GOD!!!
disturbing my morning routine
More pictures added.
One girl returned again, i hope she understands that i am not included with the apt.
This time it was really bad, i was in my robe and taking pictures of them.
Hugh Hefner in da mutha uffin house!!!!
Can we get big mutha uffin 'ahhh'
ahhh, the satisfaction of digital photography
current music: DCC - Champagne From a Paper Cup
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| Friday, February 21st, 2003
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10:53 pm
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I was woken up this moring by this loud splashing noise coming from outside my window. So, i closed my window and went back to sleep, but then it started dripping inside on my apt on my windowsill. Now i have these plastic burger king cups catching the drips.
after falling back asleep i was again jarred into reality by the real Estate intruders wanting to show the apt. I told them that since they intruded on my sleep i was going to take a picture of them.
Its the first pic on the top left on this link. Hopefully i will be able to fill it up with more weireded out real estate agents and other people.
http://www.geocities.com/centreline999/homebase.html
Maybe they will stop coming, yeah right.
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My friend James is leaving the dojo. It is a little upsetting b/c of our freindship at the dojo.
This young looking cocky fella came up to me and my friend Paolo when we first joined the dojo and was like "hey, guys my name is James, lets practice". Us being the unwitting aikidoka that we were said "ok,cool man, lets go". James then proceeded to thrash both of us around the dojo until we were cowering with fear. We were scared of his techniques. For his small frame, he had suprisingly bone-crushingly painfull moves.
I would practice with this guy all the time b/c he seemed to know what he was talking about and i felt like a pussy if i turned down an offer to practice. He would throw me as hard as he could, smashing me into the ground.
The flip-side was that its always your turn next in aikido, its the name of the game. So, He would let me throw him as hard as i could or wanted to.
James, would always like to share . He would break the techiniques down for me,then rag on me if i did not put my all into it. I always felt weird b/c he was only a few years older than me, smaller, ordering me around and kicking my ass.
I was forced to learn all types of breakfalls b/c of that guy, i had learned so many i could then practice with some of the older students at the dojo. I received a lot of comments on how fast i was improving. But that was partly from those sessions with james.
I loves learning the techniques but i hated it so much sometimes b/c it hurt so bad, luckily i'd get to a point halfway through practice with him where my mind could trancend the pain. Then it would be us just laying the techniques on eachother, each painfull throw adding to the next one, our bodies so tired we would have to be as efficient as possible.
We had not seen eachother for awhile b/c we were both out for awhile. He broke his ankle and i had broken my hand. He came up to me today and shook my hand and told me he was leaving. I said "where to?". He told me that he was going to become an Uschi Deshi (live-in student) at a dojo in Pt Pleasent NJ. I'm happy that he is going to dedicate himself to practice aikido, it is a very honorable thing to do. Hopefully he will find his way down there.
Now i have to find someone else who will trust me so much with their body as we did eachother. It will be hard, not to many people like hard practice and will give a real attack.
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Practice was good today, the dojo had a fresh coat of paint on and it looked brand new! I learned some stuff from a visiting sensei, a guy namedPeter. He was entertaining. He broke down 'sumi-otoshi' for us, showinig us the correct angles for the footwork.
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2:44 am
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Ahhh...I can finally update my journal. I hate it when i can't log on, its such a bummer. Its like i have all these ideas in my head but when i try to access the site it won't appear. Honestly, sometimes i think technology hates me.
Anyways, i just got back from Landsdown street. Went to some NU sponsered thing at ID. It was ok, they gave us access to Avalon and Axis to see Biz Markie and Paul Van Dyke.
There were a ton of people, I was on the front stage in Avalon during Paul's set when i felt this drop of water hit my arm. I thought it was my sweat but it just kept coming down. so i looked up and it was the condensation of peoples' sweat dripping down off of the lighting ......barf!!!!
I used to like dancing to trance a lot but nowadays i definelty like moving to hip hop more. Trance was cool when i'd go the parties in NYC back at Bergen Catholic but i'd be so lifted anyways they could have played anything. A nice cold long island and some hip hop just does me right nowadays. Jen's a good dancer, she used to go out a lot but hasn't been out to a dance club in awhile (so she sez) but she really is a lot of fun to dance with. Her, Dala,and Mayuko are definelty the most fun girls to dance with, all with their own unique style.
I had a red bull before i went b/c i had gone to the gym before and was drained. It was to damn strong, i'll be up for awhile. Thank god i only have to meet with my advisor tomorrow and the gym.
Oh yea aikido will be open too, get to throw and be thrown. Must clean my gi.
Damn, aikido then to the gym for 2 hours of shoulders, biceps, triceps, forearms and abs. I better nap after my meeting tommorrow or i'll be dead.
Z..z...z..Z..z..Z
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| Wednesday, February 19th, 2003
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2:04 am - Rant and Rave
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I have had many loves but b/c i bore so easily I have a hard time keeping myself happy. My major loves through life (so far) are listed below in chronological order, others did not make the list because of their miniscule affect on me.
Boobs
Go-bots
He-man
Transformers
micromachines
$.50 Green Goo in plastic containers from pathmark
GI JOES
Falling In Love with classmates
Big time into Comic Books
Dad's Old Playboys
Firecrackers
Rufus (cat #1 R.I.P - god bless his eternal soul always and forever)*
Riding my Bike around Town
Chester (cat 2 Chester - Bless the little animal)*
Riding the bus to H.S
Fighting
Long Hair
NIN
Jaded life
Unhappiness
Hanging out at the mall
1st Love
acting bad
Stolen martial arts books
Martial arts books *
Raves
Freshman College life
2nd Love
Weightlifting*
eating out
Aikido*
hardcore clubbing
bars
Popping, locking , waving
nikon coolpix 5000 (waning)
*NOTE: Current interests
All hold a special place in my jaded heart but i have found there was never enough of them or time with them.
Mindset:
As of this writing i am majored in something at Northeastern Univerity in the strange but comfortable city of boston. Although John Hancock has raped me of my soul.
I have bargained my soul away to satan and many other made-up deities many a time before. I made many little pacts in my mind when i was younger and up through my later teens. It made sense "sell your soul to an imaginary thing ,prey really hard and you will get it. It was always usually for things I needed at the time like toys, girls, drugs and not getting in trouble for bad things done. But the piper finally came and forced the childhood out of my hands.
The neverending childhood has been slowly taken from me piece by piece. I am getting used to this and owning up to become the man i am forced to be. I am trying to become a man, but the child in me struggles so hard. I want to scream, shout and play but circumstances change I guess. Recess is over.
Childhood ends physcially then mentally. I have to follow through now on that mental level. Being responsible, taking care of myself, getting a career.
But what I don't understand is that once I get that career i will have even less time for myself. Life will cheapen, and I will have sold out, right? How do you not sell out? Do I have to wait until i retire to rid myself of undue stress? Or can I dump all my responsibilites to those i owe and will owe. I have been forced to play the game and play it i will unless i can find a way to tracend it.
I feel we are all slaves after college. Instead of whips and the occasional drink of water to keep us in line, they sedate us with paychecks so we can feel we are free when we are spending. But we are all locked into this eternal dance. The only way i can think of getting out of the slavery is to find something i love to do. Maybe it is the mastery of something like accounting or finance or anything where other people will need me.
Make the game so easy to play you can do it with your eyes closed. Freedom will be granted to me through some type of physical/technical mastery and then i can emotionally free my self. Like the samurai who knows no fear of the end, death is as normal as the coming of the cherryblossoms.
What if i don't play the game? Then everything falls apart. Many people could do that but i will not make myself content while those immediate to me suffer. You have to play the game to the best of your abilities. To those on my path who are negative to me, I will avoid you. To those who thwart me, go ahead you are lost already. to the misleading signs on the road, don't worry b/c i will never be lost for long.
ahhhhhh...how refreshing.
current mood:  amused
current music: loud neighbors
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| Monday, February 17th, 2003
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10:51 pm - Whats your Color ?
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12:06 am - Sunday in T.V Land
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I just took this quiz and that definitely describes my personality. But i wonder how accurate it is cause in all the questions i answered I found i did a lot of those things at different times. hmmmm
My personality is rated 29.What is yours?quiz by midgetfarm.com
No Aikido today, again! I just got an email saying that the dojo will prolly be closed until Thursday, Sux!
Since I had all this time on my hands I found myself watching TV today. I know i should have been studying but I haven't turned on the tube in weeks. The last thing I watched was the NBA allstar game and i can't remember what i watched before that. Anyways, I was sucked into watching like all seven episodes of 'Celebrity Mole Hawaii'. All I can say is that it is one of the most puzzling shows i have ever watched. I had no idea [blank] was the mole. I mean you really would never expect it, never saw it coming. Kathy Griffin is the funniest woman on TV, there was never a scene without her doing something stupid!
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| Friday, February 14th, 2003
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2:39 pm - Crunkintine's Day
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Oh jeez, here it is again, that day. Well at least i'm not stressed out trying to make someone happy but oh it would be soooooooooooooooo nice. There has got to be a descent girl out there that i could stand to be with and could make love to all day long ;)
I remember when i'd fall in love with any girl that i laid my eyes upon. Even if i had a dream about a girl i'd wake up and be in love. Now i feel so complacent about girls i meet. Its like i can't find the goodness in them. Maybe its becasue my last one ended so badly.
But I'm still waiting for my perfect girl to fall from the sky or step out of my dreams. I love the girls i'm friends with, but none of them ever had that special thing about them that could draw me in and i can't even put my finger on what that exactly is. Knowing me though, its probably to many things.
Its a hella shitty day man, aikido is not even open! Thats the icing on the cake, can't even play with any aikidoka, argggggggggg!
anyways, I'm hung over from chilling with my brother last night. We got crazy crunked up and watched movies so i'm not in any shape for athletics. I have to make it to the gym tonight though and do my travis Bickle routine with mike. Gotta stay sexy for that special someone wherever she is.
LOVE
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| Thursday, February 13th, 2003
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4:28 pm
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I want to learn russian. I have already taken a basic Russian class at NU. the teacher, Mr. Spiegal, was a real nice old man but a ballbusting bastard. I had to do the HW for his class or i was screwed! He would always happen to call on me. He'd say "Mr Kaminsky, do you know the answer?" with a thick slavic accent. Most of the time i didn't but I was soon able to make it through. Unfortunelty i have forgotton everything I learned. It really is amazing, not being able to remember anything. I think i remember how to say "coffee please" and "My name is julian, whats yours".
I helped out at my dojo last night. We took up the old matts and put them aside so new concrete could be poured underneath. The whole procces took about 2 hours with about 15 people helping. first we had to remove all the wood, then the canvas (which is really heavy), and finally the darkgreen wrestling matts underneath. I handed my sensei a filter mask so he would not have to breath in the dirty air.
I'm glad i could have helped out yesterday b/c i'm helping my sensei. Aikido has given me so much, it has given me away to work with life and not be so frightened. I know myself better now.
Sensei came up to me the other day to check out how my hand was. I said "its just like new". I said thanks and that i would help him fix his floor. He misunderstood and said "Oh! your foot now? I can fix your hand , and fix your foot but i can't fix your face." He laughed and smiled his cheery smile and walked off. shit, i better not get into any more fights. So, what am i to do, What if someone attacks me? Well, i guess i really havent applied aikido in its purest sence during a fight. So I guess i will just practice more so i don't hurt myself or anyone else to badly. there are to many drunk assholes in Boston.
current mood: accomplished
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| Tuesday, February 11th, 2003
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12:00 am - Dude, its a dimebag
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Hmmmm...gonna watch the rest of the 'Mothman Prophecies' in a few minutes. Its a pretty good flick but i never wanted to see it before b/c it has such a dumb name. I remember the trailers for it when it was out in the theaters. They made me think of some already done crazy psycho seriel killer flick. But it turns out that mothman is so much more than that, he's like Steven from the dell commercial, for realz. It has some creepy shit going on in it like donnie darko or Signs or like Steven, dude.
Went to aikido today, and kicked some aikidoka ass. Got thrown around good, by this girl there. But her Gi+Skin formula sucks the big one, i got bruises all over. I look like i got beat with an electric cord.
Been, going to the gym for 5 weeks straigt, only missed one day, today. Mike didn't go to sleep. Who would've thought it would be mike, he's so gung ho about the gym. you could see he felt so bad when he told me, so disapointed in himself. I was tired too, though. I told him not to feel bad, and i asked if i could borrow mothman. so i watched half of mothman this morning and fell back asleep. Went to class and then did two hours of aikido.
I swept up the kitchen b/c a whole shelf with some plates fell down. My dinner got cold.
I checked my emails. I got an email from the staffing specialist i interveiwed with on Friday. I was hoping it was gonna read something like this.
To:jeew
From: Staffing specialist
Jeew,
Its been so long since I met you in that tiny room last friday. I know I shoudn't be writing this but i can't control my feelings for you. You look so well dressed in a suit. Lets go out for lunch this friday.
Oh by the way, Since you are so charming I found another position for you, its an entry level part-time financial analayst positon at our parent company. $40 bucks an hour for 8 hours a week. Let me know if thats good for you.
Love 4eva,
The staffing specialist
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I was disapointed though it read:
To: Mr. Jeew
From: Staffing Specialist
Hi,
your application was missing information, could you please reply to security with your current/final wage from Northeastern.
Thanks
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oh, so cold, so cold.
Mike is having a breakdown. He told me he has no studying time and wanted to know if we could go to the gym in the afternoons instead of 6am. He said he wasn't getting enough studying done and was afraid he was falling behind for his mcats. I feel bad for him, there is so much he wants to do but so little time. I experienced the same feeling last quarter when i didn't go to aikido for so long. I can't go to the gym at night though, thats my aikido time.
Again, who would have thought. We're gonna go at night tomorrow at like 8:15. i have a feeling its not gonna work though. We're gonna wind up condenscing our workouts. i suggested we both do the same excercises, we don't need spots for, at the same time. But, even that will make our workouts worse. I'm not the biggest i've ever been, but i'm definetly the strongest and its doing wonders for my aikido. I hope we can put our heads together and find an answer to this problem.
Clairs:
This was party weekend. Clair was having a berkely party down the street and Jen's boyfriend was having a mustache and sideburns party on saturday.
I went to clair's party on Friday although my recent bought with antisocialness tried to force me otherwise.
Clairs party was fun, got really crunk. Lily and shawn gave my crunk ass a ride home, even though clairs only lives a few blocks away. Berkley people are very nice, a little dorkey though. But there all like 19 and 20 ,so that natural. Can't beleive shawn and lily are back together, they just have to find people they really like and stop feeling like they have to stick it out, its so easy. They are both cool peps though.
didn't make it to the party on Saturday, to worn out and no one else would go with me.
Chester:
Clair took chester yeatserday, her and matt came over Matt was enlisted to carry chesters giant funny car catshit box. i showed matt my aikido video of my sensei and he was 'all about it'. He is sort of like Steven from the Dell commercials but not so much as Danny, his roomate. Danny shares at least 75% of Steven Dell's genetics ands they probly smoke the same grade hashish. Clair is awesome, she's this amazonian blonde from england, well maybe not amzonian but shes my height which is big for a girl. She has hit me before and it hurts like hell. She is more like an English brute. She loves chester so much and gives him all her love, which is a lot. Chester gets cuddled so much by her he seems to go into a trance when she picks him up. He just closes his eyes and opens and closes his paws as clair rubs his belly. I pray they take good care of him. I will do a chester etrieavl when they go on vacation or when i go back to NJ.
I want to stick around and get a job and do aikido, first.
Dude, its time for mothman, man.
current mood: content
current music: Tommy James : Crimson & Clover
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