| 17 years and i've had it with this game |
[Jan. 10th, 2005|09:48 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  okay | ] |
If you ever see me with a bottle of Gatorade, run for cover.
Homemade cheesecake qualifies as a pleasant surprise, no?
So I'm 17 now. Fuck. Floyd time:
Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day
You fritter and waste the hours in an off hand way
Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town
Waiting for someone or something to show you the way
Tired of lying in the sunshine staying home to watch the rain
You are young and life is long and there is time to kill today
And then one day you find ten years have got behind you
No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun
And you run and you run to catch up with the sun, but it’s sinking
And racing around to come up behind you again
The sun is the same in the relative way, but you’re older
Shorter of breath and one day closer to death
Every year is getting shorter, never seem to find the time
Plans that either come to naught or half a page of scribbled lines
Hanging on in quiet desperation is the english way
The time is gone, the song is over, thought I’d something more to say
Home, home again
I like to be here when I can
And when I come home cold and tired
It’s good to warm my bones beside the fire
Far away across the field
The tolling of the iron bell
Calls the faithful to their knees
To hear the softly spoken magic spells.
Word. |
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| part of this complete breakfast |
[Jan. 7th, 2005|11:23 am] |
| [ | mood |
| |  cold | ] |
Recipe of the Day
Ingredients:
1 bagel
1 toaster
1 schmear of cream cheese
2 teaspoons maple syrup
Shake, bake, rinse, repeat, eat.
You're welcome in advance. |
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| happy new year |
[Jan. 1st, 2005|11:33 am] |
| [ | mood |
| |  tired | ] |
| [ | music |
| | as fast as | ] |
Hope everyone had a happy/safe/fun/carazyy New Year's. Had a Twilight Zone marathon party at Andrew's by day and watched the ball drop from the safety of my Aunt's apartment by night. Well...here is how I will remember 2004:
- Yankees choking to the Sox.
- Killer tsunamis.
- Bush somehow being reelected.
- Seeing Green Day.
- Hanging out with old friends again.
- The Jeopardy Guy.
- Alicia moving to Florida.
- iPods taking over the world.
Eh. |
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| sex cauldron? i thought they closed that thing down! |
[Dec. 26th, 2004|05:50 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  horny | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Jets game | ] |
Hey. Hope everybody's vacation is going well so far. Mine has been ok. Spent Christmas Eve at Shari's eating Jewish food with Phylicia and their friends Michelle and Marissa, who seemed very friendly.
Spoke to Alicia yesterday, however our conversation was cut short due to my crappish cell phone. Hard to believe it's already been a year since she left.
In other news, I learned a cool card trick today.
Booyeah. |
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| does anybody have an extra metrocard? |
[Dec. 21st, 2004|08:10 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | productive | ] |
| [ | music |
| | pink floyd | ] |
Hey people. Counting down the hours to winter break. I have at least a test and a quiz every day this week. Why is everone but my teachers at least pretending to be in the holiday spirit? I don't think anyone is really in the holiday spirit. They think everyone else is, so they don't want to spoil it for everyone else. So they pretend to be all jolly. That's why if you look closely at people driving this time of year they're all "What? Oh yea, sure you can cut me off. Have a happy holiday also while you're at it (you bastard)."
But who knows, I could be 100% wrong and maybe you're one of the happy holiday people. If so, I apologize.
My metrocard got busted today. The bus driver on the Q13 messed it up because he thought it was a transfer. But he apologized, which was nice.
Time to study physics. Bye. |
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| it's getting dark way too early |
[Dec. 15th, 2004|05:14 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | hungry for more latkes | ] |
| [ | music |
| | ted leo/pharmacists | ] |
It was 23 degrees this morning. Eek. Its funny how my body has its own mechanisms to tell me its freakin' cold out. When I've been in the cold too long and then go into a warm room, my right ear wiggles really quickly. I think some kid actually noticed it today, and he looked at me really wierd. Hm. Summary of past few days:
Saturday: Went downtown with Kat and Monica, then met up with Boyle in Washington Square. We got sushi, looked at music then bought fruit and corn pops. When we got back to Queens I insisted on walking home from Kat's house because the Q16 comes once an hour, but Kat wouldn't let me. Which was really cool, because some other people who shall remain nameless (Mike) would probably steal my Metrocard and leave me no choice but to walk home if they were in that situation.
Sunday: Jason came over and we watched the Knicks tear apart the Denver Nuggets. Afterwards, we had an intense argument on whether or not the name "Nuggets" is named after gold nuggets or chicken nuggets. Alas, after 45-minutes we called a truce and agreed that the name came from neither nuggets of gold, nor of chicken, but poo nuggets.
Today: Ate cold latkes with applesauce for breakfast. I could live on those things. |
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| the highlight of my day |
[Dec. 5th, 2004|08:14 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | complacent | ] |
| [ | music |
| | franz ferdinand | ] |
So today I was showering and I decided to shampoo the mop thats been growing on my head for the past few months. So I pick up the bottle, and squeeze a silver-dollar sized portion into my hand. I then released the bottle and the shampoo got sucked BACK INTO THE BOTTLE. I stared at my empty hand for a good ten seconds, and the burst out in laughter. My mom was all "Ben, are you okay?". Good, good times. |
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| if you are lactose intolerant don't read this entry |
[Dec. 4th, 2004|07:24 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  curious | ] |
| [ | music |
| | pink floyd - the division bell | ] |
First entry in this nifty journal thing. hm. Today was fun. Went into the city today for the annual Cheese festival in Little Italy with Jason and his girlfriend. yeah that's right I went to a festival for cheese. Got a problem biotch?
By the end of the day I came to the conclusion that there are people on this planet who will never be normal no matter how much psychoanalysis and therapy they get. There were people dressed up as cheese, wearing hats made of cheese, and they seemed really happy about it too. We saw about fifty people who were taking pictures of their friends in cheese suits and before taking the picture said "Say cheese!" and everyone laughed like it was the funniest thing ever. Damn freaks. But then again I spent 10 bucks on a "What Would Cheesus Do?" t-shirt so maybe I'm the freak. |
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