Yesterday I bought my underaged friend a pack of cigarettes. I feel so unbelievably cool right now.
Today my dad and I were driving, and he was in a hurry to get to work. He ran a red light and said to me, "It's okay for me to do it, but I don't want you to ever do something like this."
Other insights from my father (in response to me going to the Coldplay concert on Friday): -"A lot of the people who go to concerts are crazed, because of the drugs." -"People are usually 'cool,' but when they go behind the wheel they go crazy." -"You don't know. Lincoln Park could be dangerous. There are a lot of people who might have sex and do drugs."
I love my dad. :D
...it's okay, Phil the Filipino™ had Subway for lunch.
You've got a lot to say, and you'll talk until it's all out, and for some reason, no one tries to shut you up. I guess you actually make sense most of the time. Almost everyone likes you, and it's not just because you're cheap. Haha. Cheap as in thrifty, of course. You get a bit depressed now and then, but who doesn't? You seem to have a little anger built up inside, but who doesn't? You like to stare at people through their bedroom window while they're changing, but who doesn't? You sick bastard. Which Smashing Pumpkins album are you?
You're the lego Space Man! Strap on your helmet! You're the lego space man! You love technology, and look forward to the future. You're brave, active, and strangely attracted to shiny objects. Take the "What Lego character are you?" test!
edmundo reporting again.....so here it goes!!! this week surely indeed was a great one. my life in summer school hell is over just for me to waste a month or so until school kicks back up. also in about in a month is me birthday, 8-26. the month of august has many birthdays for the rest of my family to be happy about, but not a happy time for my birthday for me.
soooooo.... what i ended up doing on friday was to watch Goldmember like Mr. Phil. it was very very funny as you might have heard by now (~a moive and name good enough to get capitalized~) i used my first real saturday of summer sleeping until 11:30, not worrying about any homework, tests, and shtuff. well i may say that i woke up at 11:30 i really didnt get up till 1. my day was wasted away with my oh so awesome computer and non-cable t.v. also that day i cleaned my room up and noticed two things. the first thing i found out was about two commercials! you all may have noticed it before but im extremely slow and dont catch on too quick. They are two big, strong, and probably tall guys with shaved heads that want you to but something from them. Yup thats right, Mr. Clean and the Mattress Giant (~two other people that deserve capitalization~) i would put pictures but i just dont know how. boo hoo someone tell me how! hmmm what could a company do with a mattresses and a bottle of fun cleaning solution? not a lot. i personally like mr. clean better because he likes sending me e-cards lol.
also on saturday, while cleaning my room, i realized that this computer came with two many cd's. so i just went to my nearby best buy and got a cd case. ooooo wow what fun. on sunday i saw the weirdest thing. i saw these two twin midgits trying to get me to buy and sell real estate. i dont find that bad but they were two twin midgits. i dont know anymore. i might be going crazy or the world is. well heres another story written by me n pat. its still about oliver boy and a new charecter, mr. rabbit. its in seven parts so i'll put the first two parts now and the last five later. k im out!
Part 1 Oliver has woken up in a strange house. he looked around and saw a girl and a man. The girl went to him and said, "Finally you woke up!! The gurl explained that he was found laying unconscious on the beach. so he got up and went to the man the man said," Ah..Oliver...you have finally woke, and then gave him his shield. He joyfully took the shield and went outside. He saw a rabbit!!! He asked, "Silly rabbit, you know you can direct me to the mall." The rabbit said, "O.K., you funny haired person." As the rabbit showed the funny haired person where the mall was he pranced and sang, "Jesus loves me yes I know. 'cause the bible tells me so!" Oliver got to the mall and saw some 11 yr. old goblins. The rabbit came back and gave him the 'Master Sword'!!! Even with the master sword Oliver could not stop the goblins. They touched his hair and carried him into a ditch. But the goblins also captured someone else. Oliver, half dead, saw the captured person and said, "agh.... Part 2 ...hey rabbit how you get here?" The rabbit replied and said, "I kicked the Easter Bunny and the Easter Bunny police captured me and put me here." He continued, "You wanna get outta here? I got a shovel. Then I will teach you a special tech. they dug out and saw a big tree. It was the Deku Tree. He said, "O Hello There. You wanna orange or banana. The rabbit took the orange and Oliver took the banana. When both the rabbit and Oliver stuck out there hands to get the orange and banana, They ran away. "Don't eat me!" I'm not even ripe yet, said the banana. Oliver said, "Wow you can talk!!!"
...it's okay, Edmund Bolusan had Subway for lunch.
oMg!!!!!111 Guess what? I'm using proper capitalization again. Mrs. Schraeder, my 6th grade English teacher, would be proud of me...
Today was rather interesting, in the sense that I didn't sit on my ass all day and waste the precious few brain cells I have on the internet. I actually went outside my house, albeit the weather was hotter and stickier than hot, sticky, nastay sex. Needless to say, the fact that I'm posting now totally undermines my point. Damn. Let's continue...
It's best to start off in the beginning: I woke up around 4:20 in the morning so Jeff, my old classmate Melissa, her sister Michelle, and myself can drive to Chicago to get Coldplay tickets. The beauty of it all was that the tickets only cost $2, a helluva lot less than a pack of smokes or a Burger King Black Stack BBQ sandwich. We get to the venue around 7, and it begins to rain. Being the incredibly apt person I am, I brought no umbrella. In fact, I had the same unwashed hair and dirty clothes I wore the night before. So I stood in line as a smelly, wet, sleep-deprived guy with the viscosity of an Italian sandwich - a true fan, if you ask me. We stood in line for 3 or so hours, my feet so tired it felt like they were burning. Not like "burning-loins-god-I-need-some-Preparation-H" buring, but painful nonetheless. I proceeded to pay my 4 bucks for my 2 tickets, and went home. My parents didn't know where the hell I was the entire morning, so I ignored their interrogation of my social life and passed out on my bed.
I woke to my mom's standard cry of "PHEEELEEEP! TIME TO EEEAT!," her beckoning resonating from downstairs. Had a nice sandwich for lunch (an Italian sandwich, actually) and called Jeff. I had anticipated to see Goldmember with him and Mark, but being the lazy bum that he is (heheh, j/k) he was still asleep. I called him again, pissed him off because I had awoken him from his blissful beauty sleep after knowing he was asleep, and figured to see the movie some other time since he seemed too beat still.
Well, later that day Andre calls to collect the money I owe him. He has threatened me to break my legs and kill my children in a drive-by. Of course, I don't have children and I don't use my legs much anyway; you'd just have to prop my amputated-stubs in front of a TV or a computer, and I'm one happy camper. I see a movie with him and his family, and afterwards I get a call from Mark. Apparently Jeff is still willing to see Goldmember that night, which kinda poses a problem: I have no money now, but I kinda wanna pay Jeff back a little since I owe him money too. Yeah, as a friend I am such a leeching scumbag. Break my legs, people.
So I go to the bank to see if I have any money on any of my debit cards, but sadly I had none. Heck, the cost of the fucking paper of the receipts had more money in it than my checking accounts... Andre and I then drive to Tower, see my old friend Rob, and picked up a copy of The Onion. Next, I go home to beg my dad for 4 bucks. Hell yeah, being unemployed so RULES!.
Later that evening Mark, Jeff, and I go to the movie theatre. Goldmember was really funny, and I highly recommend watching it more than once. A lot of little jokes you could miss...
Finally, this brings me back to here, right here right now. I'm tired again, so I'm ending this exhausting post abruptly with no significant closure. Gnite.
...it's okay, Phil the Filipino™ had Subway for lunch.
it's always great to spend time with your family. aside from the bickering and the arguments, one must appreciate their family unconditionally. after all, when they die, who else are they going to put in their will?
today i was watching the good ol' tv with my mom. the maury show was on; it's topic: "are they men or women?" basically they bring out a bunch of people and the audience decides whether these guests are men disguised as women or really ugly women. the entire show is a complete raucous of audience members screaming at the guests "YOU A MAN!" as the guest themselves hold back the tears of embarrassment. jesus, just imagine the self-esteem of these people - those who turn out to be just really ugly women - when someone shouts that they look like a man.
anyway my mom and i debated what gender these hermaphrodites were, and i came up with the most correct. logically, this is how these types of shows go: if the guest looks like a man, she's really a woman. if the guest looks like a hawt girl, she's really a man... then you proceed to question your manhood...
ok, an idiotic post, i know. oh well, i'm tired and hot and bored.
...it's okay, Phil the Filipino™ had Subway for lunch.
Oliver are magic boy that can't grow like a horse that eats chicken feed. He can't talk but he can talk like a burnt toast, with breast implants. He went out one day and saw a parrot. It said, "I like toast! French Toast! Oliver then walked a block and saw pirates eating his gel. for some reason he stuck a foot in his mouth. He then said, "this tastes funny. It's tastes as bad as my hair. Har Har said the pirate. En Garde! the pirate then pulled out his sword. Then out of nowhere a parrot landed on the pirate's shoulder with a piece of toast in it's mouth. The pirate then ate the toast. Har Har...crunch..crunch..gulp. Oliver reached into his bag of chicken feed and pulled out a light saber. it shined with great power, but then the pirate said, "Shiver me timbers Are ye to scared to fight thee almighty one!" Oliver then went home to go on his slow computer. he checked a site howtobeatpirates.com. It said to go up to them and pull out your samurai swords and shave your nice booty. Then get closer and get closer and the pirates bites his jewels out of his body. Oliver then said don’t stop until you get enough. Oliver ripped of his shirt and his gold hair popped put of his head. Oliver then stuck out his hands and then said, "KA ME HA ME HA!" He blew up the pirate and stole his parrot & ship.
So you wonder that the hell was that? Phil what are you doin lettin this kid on staff? I really dont know. Let me introduce myself. I'm edmundo, also known as eb. I'm the youngest and bestest cuz of mr. phil. I have whoreable riteng so please try to understand what I say. I wrote this story, or at least stole ideas of others who can think, with one of my good friends Pat. Tell me if you like it or not. come on!
...it's okay, Edmund Bolusan had Subway for lunch.
Sat Feb 23 14:14:56 2002 tarobap18: we broke up but got back together due tarobap18: dude
Tue Mar 19 23:18:43 2002 tarobap18: it's like this...we broke up for a week
Tue Apr 16 00:43:34 2002 Cleaves F: omg Cleaves F: you guys are retarded Cleaves F: watch and you'll breakup and get back together Cleaves F: I bet you five fucking dollars right now tarobap18: perhaps tarobap18: no bet ... Cleaves F: I should kick both your asses
There's a lot more where that came from, but right now, I care to renew my bet. Thank goodness. Hell I'll up the ante, $10 bucks!
...it's okay, Christian Truong had Subway for lunch.
dammit. whoever's in charge of the content in purdue's websites should be kicked in the crotch or something. i can't find the dimensions of my new room, much less the floor layouts. urbanana has a layout of all the goddamned residence halls, so is urbanana much more special than purdue? i just don't know anymore...
i hope i didn't freak out my future roommate by giving him my webpage url. [sarcasm] thanks for the advice, andre [/sarcasm].
and yes, a post of more suitable content will come soon - just as soon as i finish (or get tired of) writing an article about summer...
*bamf*
...it's okay, Phil the Filipino™ had Subway for lunch.
More problems should be solvable using judicious amounts of cash
i need a life. id even settle for a purpose. But i don't think they sell those things on ebay. and certainly not in my price range.
as it is, i need to restrain myself from buying the numerous frivolous, expensive, and ultimately stupid things i want. there are some people, both men and women, than like to spend money as a way of alieviating stress. i wish i was not one of them. damn you dad, for your shoppers gene!
I know that the counting crows cd will not make me happy any more than the tarot cards or the colored pencils will. but the little spendthrift deamon inside me says "you can never be totally sure. and you are running out of options, girl" The problem with voices in your head is that they know exactly what your weaknesses are. you know what i mean, right?
Of course, if everything could be resloved with money, everyone would be even more obssessed with it. and i probably wouldn't be much better off. i wish college paid for itself. then my wallet could minister to more tangible things, such as my mental wellbeing. maybe chocolate should cure all ills. or cookie dough. mmmm. raw cookie dough. ( i don't expect you males to understand this, a good guyfriend has told me time and time again that buying raw cookies doughand eating it without benefit of oven is gross. But y'know its not nearly as gross as some pr0n videos that that same individual has watched. so i feel vindicated.)
An amazing thing happened to me today, well me and all of Chicagoland's Simpsons fanitics, there were four of them on today. Damn, as if three of them isn't enough on the weekday, they gave us four on Sunday. Apparently it was a Summer Vacation marathon. First up was where Grandpa Simpson got his driver's license back (they even went to Branson Missouri, its like Vagas if Flanders ran it). Then the family was off to Brazil, and Homer got kidnaped by some Brizilian thugs, one kinda looked like Andre, not really though. Special note on that one, the Brizilian government took offense at that episode and threatend leagal action, or a bombing or something. Anyway Fox apoligized and the Brizilians were happy, suckahs! In the third show Ranier Wolfcastle's daughter (voice by Reice Witherspoon, Leagaly Blond) fell in love with Bart and then was dumped by Bart. In a revengful action she started dating Milhouse aka "The House." According to Milhouse's therapist, it was the best he could have hoped for. In the final episode Home gets high on medicinal pot. Phish was in this one, I don't like them though, only the doped up pot heads can really appericiate their wacked out tunes. Still four.
On my way to work on Friday, I heard that crews maintaining three retention ponds in some suburb were confusing which pod was which. To resolve the problem, the ponds were named Bart, Barney, and Milhouse. Has Simpson's mania gone too far? I say no, or at least until they start ordering fans to kill the unbelievers, then I'm scared.
Some more Simpson's crap: D'oh is an official English language word. I think wo'ho is too, but not sure.
Man, I keep maiking fun of Andre, so Jeff, it takes a tank and a half of gas to get to your house, and Christian, France would shoot a nuclear weapon at Springfield if they ever found out about Quimby calling them frogs, *shakes fist* stupid fogs (Holloween episode).
About my spelling, I suck, I know and thats why I am in engineering, and not english. Me buld stuf.
Sometime in the future, I plan to write about Soap Operas, bumper stickers, and mysteries that will boggle your mind. Have a happy day.
...it's okay, Mark "The Waterbong" Waterman had Subway for lunch.
OK, so basically this is what you people know about me. First off, I'm a Brasilian. Another thing, is that I like Steak 'N Shake (at least Mark thinks so). But maybe the greatest variable that explains "Andre" is what environment I've been brought up in. Some of you have siblings, this is true, some of you don't (poow Jen-Jen), but are any of you the youngest of 6 children?..... No that was not a typo. Yes, Andre is the youngest member of a family of 6 wacked out kids. Let's start from the first lil "bundle of joy" that my parents have created, which they prolly started "plannin" her on their hunny moon..ew that's sick, but prolly true, none the less. Her name is Liane. She is by far the most stuborn one in the entire family, but cool as all hell none the less... my connection with her? Well, at first apparantly we started off on the wrong foot. When my parents told her that they were gonna have a 6th baby (me, for those of you who's attention spans have come and gone already), well, Liane sorta freaked out. She started hyperventalating apparantly (like SHE was the one who was pregnant or something) and then she YELLS at my dad telling him NEVER to touch my mom again. Quite a welcoming committee we have here huh? Then again, I try to place myself in her position and ask myself "what would you do if at the age of 18 you find out your parents are still doin the nasty and your dad's "soldiers" are still good for the "mission" (I think I'm gonna make myself throw-up by the end of this post). But apparantly Liane got over the whole fact that she was gonna have a brother who was gonna be the same age as her best friend's son (nah... j/k, this was the 80's not the 90's). So I think we got along pretty well, especially because she already told the "rents" in the beginning that she was not gonna be babysitting me (can't you feel the love already?) After Liane came Leon. Now, if you all think I am weird... stay FAR away from Leon. He is BEYOND weird. He's the guy who whenever his wife is pregnant (which has only been twice so far) sticks out his stomach (which is pretty big when relaxed) and says "We're pregnant" as he rubs his belly. Then he continues by sayin "wanna feel the legs?"... uh... let's just say he only does that to his brothers. I recently helped Leon move and had to drive him home after we dropped off the rental truck. He kept honking the horn, screaming out the window warning other cars "HEY! You're wheels are touching the ground". He is not mentally handicapped or anything... at least, I don't think he is. Marcio, is the third child, he is also the last of this clan to be born in Brasil (Liane and Leon were born in Brasil). Marcio, is my "twin brother", I say this, because a lot of people get us two consfused all the time. Which is actually quite funny considering the fact that he's 10 years older than me (he's actually the exact same age as Phil's brother, same day and all). I think it's flattery for the both of us. So usually I tell people "Yeah, we're twins, I was just nice enough to let two other kids go before me". Sorta like holding the door (in this case womb.... ew again). Marcio is probably the most mellow one out of the fam, but still can act wacky and we have some good laughs. His WIFE on the other hand, is HILARIOUS cuz she's a nutcase, she fits in the family perfectly. She gets involved in our crazyness so much that I even have a scar from her. She accidently scratched me with her engagment ring (while we were all acting goofy) and it ended up leaving a scar. She feels really bad about it but I tell her it's nothgin (cuz it's not) but I pick on her none the less "HEY KALINKA!!! LOOK AT WHAT YOU DID TO ME!!" :o) I'm evil, I know. Danny, is the first American out of this group of lovely children. He's just weird. His thinkin process and judgement is out of wacked. When he was little, he'd collect all sorts of weird pets that he'd find outside with his friend (we're talkin, frogs, raccoons, whatever he could get ahold of). And you know a guy's screw is loose when he jumps out of a car while his brother (me) is in the passanger side, just so he can impress his girlfriend. Sue, is the second to the last child... but she's the baby of the family... not me. Basically because she's the youngest girl. She's 2 years older than me and we get into quite the arguments. Could be built up anger from all the harm she has done to me as a child. Pushin me off the couch which makes me hit my head on a nearby chair (blood all over my face), stickin toothpaste in my eyes... ok so maybe it's not EXACTLY how those two went... but close enough (it's good for Bluegoomba right now). Some of you know her, some of you might only have seen her in the halls of west but did not know who she was. She actually doesn't look like the rest of the family... that's why I have reason to believe she's adopted (you have to always pick ONE child of each family and run with the idea that they're adopted) Actually, she looks like Liane, so I guess it's just the girls that have their own look... could be the simple fact that they're girls and we are not, who knows. Anyway... finally there's me. The one who was not welcomed by the eldest of the family, who has a twin brother who's 10 years older than him, and is destined to have scary memories like havin his brother get pregnant, learning how to drive a car from the passenger side before learning how to do it from the driver side and gettin toothpaste in the eyes. My mom also almost died while having me... needless to say, my mom got her tubes tied after me... should I get a complex after that story? Anyway... my family is nuts. None the less. Do we understand now why Andre is the way he is? It's all genetical people. And for those who's brains have oozed out during the process of this whole thing, and lost all common sense, the pic is the lovely family... that's all of us, with my nieces and nephews too... those kids are a WHOLE different story that I will not be sharing today. But anyway... this was prolly very boring and tiresum for all of you... it's not like you had to live 19 years goin thru all of it :o). Blame Phil for naggin me to write another blog when I have nothing to work with. MEH! I'm done... you may comment on this post, but continue to post comments on Phil's last one so we can reach 100 (i'm curiouse if we can make it).
...it's okay, Andre the only sober/sane one left had Subway for lunch.
Phil: Mark this Bluegoomba.com Me: Is it? Or is it that you people can't admit you have a problem?
Ok, I am not really an alcoholic, but it does happen to be one of my favorite parts from Simpsons. Incase you can't figure it out, it is in the one where Jay Sherman from the Critic is in and he is hosting Springfield's film festival. The scene is part of Barny's movie. Funny stuff.
So who am I really? I have been lurking in the shadows for a long time now. You have seen me with out knowing it. As most of you know, I was Phil's roomate our freshman year. So I beacme an opinion source for Phil in his quest for never ending website perfection.
Ok, so now you are thinking, “You knew Phil in college, what about before then?” of course not you fools! It all really started second semester in Mr. Bothroid’s first period gym class…*thought bubble forms above head* Now Phil and I had an idea of who each other was, but had never really talked that much considering we were and are both friends of Jeff and in the same calc AB class (see Phil’s archives in more about Mrs. Pelegrin). Now, most of our class mates in gym had the mental capacity and occasionally looked like this: So fearing these “things” we found safty and intelgence in numbers. To make a long story short, we became friends and became college roommates. The End.
And what about these others on the website? Do you know them as well? Damn straight! Well most of them anyway. For instance is Jeff, the so called EC whore. In reality, I was more a whore than Jeff ever was, but can’t change history can ya? The answer is no. Meeting Jeff was a funny story in itself actually *another thought buble*. I was freshman and Jeff and I were in the Bio Honors class with Mr. Basak as the teacher, God he was boring. I droped my pencil and Jeff sat one seat ahead an to the right of me. He was the closest one to it. Not knowing this strange kid’s name (it was the beginning of the year, and we had gone to different Jr. Highs) I looked at his paper and used his name to retrieve my pencil. That’s Jeff’s story, the rest? Kevin is a life long friend, Tori is my girlfriend, Christian was in my C++ for You++ class (good programmer I might say), Suz and I were on the OM team together, Jen I met at Purdue (didn’t know in HS), I have never met Andre, but I know he likes Stake’n’Shake, and I know more through Phil. Well that’s how I got here. Have a nice day faithful reader.
...it's okay, Mark "The Waterbong" Waterman had Subway for lunch.
I get so lonely in bed at night. something is missing. There is a big, cavernous hole in my heart that yearns to be filled. The night is so long and lonely. I feel so bereft and abandoned. I reach out, and no paper crinkles under my hand . . . the pKa chart is not there.
That's right, folks, I miss my pKa chart*. Back in the day, I used to sleep with it tucked under my pillow. It kept me company all through the night, never complaining, always ready to volunteer the relative acidities of a nitrile and a carbonyl group. I went through many pKa charts, sometimes sleeping with 2 in my bed at one time. but they never complained, never got jealous. *sniff* pKa chart, this is for you.
*for those of you who have not been inducted into the ranks of Organic chemistry, the pKa chart is an indespensible tool. It tells you how acidic various compounds are.
So after this incredibly long weekend, I decided that I'll spit some insight about movies to people I never talk to in "real" life. So on Friday I saw the 12:20 AM showing of Halloween. (On a sidenote, I actually saw Like Mike earlier that day. I know, I know, why? I was with my younger cousin who wanted to see it. It was either that or Crocodile Hunter). Anyway, I saw it at AMC Cantera, and they were playing it in the largest theater. Despite the fact that it was past midnight, the theater was full. Anyway, this is the perfect movie setting to go see with a group of friends. First of all, its a Halloween movie so you don't have to pay incredible attention to anything besides the body count. Also, the audience makes the movie. When the title came on the screen, the whole theater cheered. It was money, because people were talking and yelling, but it wasn't the annoying "i need attention everyone listen to my stupid comments jerkface" yelling. It added to the atmosphere. The whole experience was fun, and it was well worth the overpriced $6.50 with the student discount. Highlights from the movie include: kid from rookie of the year getting stabbed in the top of the head, busta rhymes dressed as Michael Myers and seeing to Michaels on the screen, yelling at Jamie Lee Curtis to not look under the mask, and Tyra Banks in a pool of blood.
Then there is the polar opposite of a movie like Halloween. Last night I saw Road to Perdition. I'm always a little wary about going to see movies like this with friends. For one, it is one of the movies where yes, you actually do have to pay attention. Imagine that. Now with someone like me who has an attention span of...what was I talking about again? Oh yeah, anyway this is one of those movies that the critics always praise. It's made specifically to win Academy Awards. You'll know its one of those movies when you don't see previews for movies such as Martin Lawrence's biographical movie and the black comedy movie starring Ice Cube about the events at a south side Chicago barber shop. Instead you see previews for umm...yeah something about love and growing up and life lesson realizations and all of that crap. Now, don't get me wrong, it was a well written script (IMO anyway), but the Oscar tricks are obvious. You know you're watching this type of movie when everytime someone important walks in a room, they either stare at someone or something for 10 minutes. You can tell how concerned and dramatic they are by watching how much they furrowed their brows. In addition, everyone talks like they're from new orleans minus the accent. They talk slowly and in a low voice as if it would actually kill them to talk faster as people do in real life. Watching this type of movie actually takes patience...something that I unfortunately do not have a lot of.
Either way, it all depends on what kind of mood you are in.
On a different note. Phil do you realize how much you actually wrote about Karaoke? Radiohead is completely overrated. I went to a friend from school's party this weekend. It's hard to believe that a scumbag (i mean that in a good way) like him lives in a house as big as that.
...it's okay, Marvin Protasio had Subway for lunch.
remember that "saturday night live" sketch where norm mcdonald would be larry king, and he would list all these nonsensical things like "if you ask me, blue is a better color than green"? well, i'm gonna do that now, because nothing truly spectacular has happened to me lately (except the weezer concert, but phil told everyone about that already -- see below), but i'd still like to comment on the little things. so begins a section (what i expect to be one of many) of what i like to call "potpourri"...
today, as i was stopped at north ave. driving back from going to coffee with meghan, kari and company, i witnessed this braking car repeatedly honking at this grizzly man in the street. i look to see what the commotion is about and this woman in the driver's seat of the car keeps yelling "fuck you!" and "you fucking bastard!" to this guy. well, apparently, this man was the husband to this woman and the father of the little girl in the backseat. so now, the car is halfway parked on the shoulder of the intersection, the girl is screaming for her daddy, the guy in the street is making gestures towards the woman in the car, and the woman is now screaming "you did all of this! say goodbye to your daughter, you bastard!". the whole time, until my light turned green, i just kept staring. i mean, it was so odd, and in a way, sad. i feel rather lucky to be in the position i'm in: a college student with a loving family and a good amount of friends to rely on. no deadbeat dad. no broken home. no fuckt-up childhood.
there's so many things i have yet to accomplish these next 3 days i'm off. i would like to: watch the "tenchi muyo!" tapes phil lent me a while ago, watch "metropolis", play more escape from monkey island, play warcraft iii, go to comic book shop (for nostalgia purposes), see my friends again, start reading something, balance my checkbooks, and call my friend in michigan (who i should have called a while ago, but didn't).
goddamn, i hate crushes. they are a pain in the ass (and heart), and they prevent you from thinking about anything else.
radiohead's ok computer is the perfect nighttime driving music.
i can't wait to see wilco on august 3rd. maybe i'll write about it when i see it...
i can't wait to go back to college, but i hope my roommate will not be some jerk...or i shall disembowel him.
i just bought the royal tenenbaums special edition dvd...i'm really excited, cause there's a lot of cool stuff on there (besides the movie which kicks serious ass).
...it's okay, Indie Rawk Jeffro had Subway for lunch.
as christian and i drove back from allan's house at 4am, i saw the sky fade from a pitch black to a serene amalgamation of blues and reds. across the empty streets and through the thick patches of ethereal mist, i let the crisp morning air enter through the open car windows. i haven't seen or felt anything as beautiful as that for a long time...
everything's been coming up nifty keen lately. for one thing, i've received my first fansign from an unexpected source:
yeah, that's right. that's nate of blingomillions and logic defiance fame. he's a pretty well-known webmaster in the e/n (i still don't know what that exactly means) scene and a kick ass artist to boot. to have someone like that send me a fansign is unfathomably cool; like the kind of cool zack morris of saved by the bell had. visit his site and give him love (such as "may the power of christ compel you!" that's always fun to say). otherwise i'll most definitely eviscerate and oblongify you. and yes, i still don't know what that first word means, and i'm pretty sure i made the second one up.
keep on sending those fansigns, too - although, in retrospect, i'm only talking to the 5 or so anonymous strangers who happen to frequent here.
second thing: thursday's weezer concert rocked my socks off, that is if i wore socks and shoes instead of just sandals. sparta, comprised of former members of at the drive-in, and dashboard confessional put on some pretty impressive acts. naturally, however, weezer stole the spotlight. even though the pyrotechnics and the lighting were indeed spectacular, their performance was solid. i know a lot of people who criticize the band's on-stage antics (or, supposedly, their lack thereof), but i would violently beg to differ especially after thursday's set. rivers wore a slick italian suit, and for the first three songs he sported these chic black sunglasses. he either looked like a neurotic secret service agent or a short mafia gangster (keep in mind, his last name is "cuomo"). rivers even cracked a lot of jokes, and for the first time in a long while he smiled and seemed happy. at the end of the show he held his guitar up to a giant, lit-up "=w=" and proceeded to softly drive his guitar into the ground. that funny, strange, little man... :D
thursday's performance at the tweeter center. i want to strut around in a GQ suit and sunglasses now. image taken from their official site.
and for the curious and bored, here is the setlist:
my name is jonas
island in the sun
butterfly (electric version!!)
undone - the sweater song
death and destruction
the good life
buddy holly
hash pipe
why bother?
no one else
keep fishin'
falling for you
holiday
space rock
el scorcho
say it ain't so
dope nose
tired of sex
i'm glad that they played a lot of tracks off of the blue album and pinkerton. the blue album is by far my favorite weezer album of all-time, and it's so nice to see stuff from pinkerton, a beautiful piece of work than what critics had originally believed it to be.
that's about it for now. it's too early in the day for me to be awake, and my mood is too positive at this time of the day to be wry and bitter.
love & peace out.
...it's okay, Phil the Filipino™ had Subway for lunch.
taking care of business and working overtime ('til you piss blood)
oh, sweet jesus, i hate my job so much. the repetitive chalking of softball diamonds! the backstabbing between co-workers! the goddamn heat! (phil, i’m sorry i ever tried getting you a job there…i should have known better than to try to drag you into my misery.)
ok, so, i started this summer job back in may at the glen ellyn park district. i thought it would be a nice place to work…..good pay, i get to work with old classmates from high school, exercise…..what is there not to like about this job? well, apparently everything. no wait, i shouldn’t say that. i dooooo like the money (*rubs handfuls of $20 bills on chest*) and my fellow part-timers, who are all pretty cool except for the occasional smart/lazy ass. but everything else sucks though. like when people just bitch about one another behind everyone else’s back, which, in a way, ticks me off.
more or less, i show up to work at 7am, punch-in at the time clock, then it’s off to local softball diamonds where i endure the dust blown in my face and the blisters on my hands so that i may make the fields (anywhere between 2 and 12 of them) as pleasant to the eye as possible. then i go back to the workshop at 3:30pm so i can do it again the next day. and the next. and the next (see a pattern?). plus, i work a shitload of overtime on the weekends and holidays (i.e. 4th of july) so that i may spend a little more each week (concert tickets are expensive!).
so why am i bitching about it now as opposed to when i first started this job back in may? because, as said before, the $$$ is good….but now, i am absolutely exhausted. this job is sucking the life outta me faster than a saigon whore sucks the……well, you know. i try to get enough sleep every night (about seven hours does it for me), but now it’s come to the point where no amount of sleep is keeping me rested. either i just toss and turn, or i begin to sleepwalk (a new habit that began to occur since i started working at the park district). yeah, some nights, i’ll just wake up and i’ll be standing at my bed, ready to head off to work. supposedly, the other night, my sis said i woke up at midnight to ask her if it was time to go to work yet…..and i have no recollection of ever doing that! and, when i do sleep, i dream about work! it never ends!
thank god, i’m taking a vacation starting this thursday night with a weezer concert (all hail =w=!). i’m not going anywhere special….i’m just sitting around the house and enjoying the peace of having no one there to tell you to do something. i’m gonna visit old hangouts (like the comic book shop which i stopped frequenting a while ago), visit old friends, play a video game, and maybe even enjoy a cold beverage or six. :)
in summary…*ahem*…work sucks, so stay home and watch spongebob (god bless that cartoon).
oh yeah, and phil…the hired goons will over shortly. you know what for (*cough* ecstasy *cough*). ;D
...it's okay, Indie Rawk Jeffro had Subway for lunch.
Soooo, this is a blog eh. Does that make me a blogger, because that sounds stupid...ha just kidding. Anyway, I suppose I'm supposed to write somewhat interesting/entertaining posts about my somewhat interesting/entertaining life err yeah. Well, if you haven't figured it out, my name is Marvin. I reside in Glendale Heights for the summer months then U of I in Urbana/Champaign the rest of the year. Oh yeah, I'm Filipino too. I feel so special. Unfortunately I don't have a rice rocket and I don't breakdance but I think I'm still asian.
So Phil and I went to good ol Glenside together as some of you may know. The one big memory I remember is in Ms. LeDonne's advisory. We had a pizza party, and we tried to stick Phil in the group with Mike Lindsay, because that kid is just plain creepy. Sorry about that.
Well, I guess that's enough for an introduction. peace.
(oh yeah, my headline rules)
...it's okay, Marvin Protasio had Subway for lunch.
oh man, i just had the weirdest dream... but it's beginning to escape me, so i better retell it now before i completely forget it:
i was in an extremely large movie theatre, filled with all my old high school classmates. for some odd reason, i wasn't wearing any shorts or pants - just boxers. anyway, i go to the bathroom to take a crap, so i advertently leave my backpack and books (why i bring them to a movie theatre, god knows why) to save my seat. i come back, and two female classmates of mine have taken my nice spot (jen, for your information, it was liz and marilou). i remove my glasses, place them where my stuff was, and look at them sharply (by the way, i wasn't wearing glasses in the beginning of the dream). the two girls just smile back at me and don't bother to move. dammit.
so i sit behind them, and the movie starts. i'm starting to forget what the movie was called, but the main plot was about two lesbian witches trying to find some key. in fact, most of the names in the opening credits were porn stars (one of the cast members was asia carrera)... at least most of them sounded like porn stars. there were two main leads, one of them was cast by some respectable actress who really resembled the grandmother in who's the boss?. the other lead was cast by "breaka head," who i don't know for sure if that is a real porn star.
the two leads were witches, lesbian witches to be exact. the grandmother in who's the boss? (i believe the character from the show was named "mona") sported these harry potter-like glasses and was an artist. she's supposedly obssessed with obtaining some sort of key, perhaps of demonic power or to unlock her car, i don't know. either way, she's using up her time to draw and find this key, resulting in her lesbian witch powers to fade. so breaka head comes in to smack some sense into mona and her effort to find this key. mona tries to prove to her that she has powers by levitating a bottle of dawn lemon-scented dishwashing detergent.
the dream pretty much ends there, and i woke up just 30 minutes ago. so yeah, i digress.
...it's okay, Phil the Filipino™ had Subway for lunch.
1) Phil, you won that soul calibur last night like a pussy. Because it wasn't even Sigfuckingfried, and you didn't even have a handicap. And it was the first match right after watching UHF for two hours. 'nuff said. You should use the rest of your awesome scientific reasoning to figure it out because you are supposed to learn to be a doc right?
2) Brazil Blows. Much like Ronaldhino blows Andre daily.
3) This is my second post because the first one exploided blogger dot com's inability to cope with standard table code.
4) Will Eric and Christian stop updating their own sites because of Bluegoomba.com?
5) Jen does look like a boy in that pic. Sorry.
...it's okay, Christian Truong had Subway for lunch.
OMG I can't believe I'm writing on your site, Phily! EEEEEKS *jumping up and down* Alright, so I'm over reacting, but it is a privelege to be writing for bluegoomba. So, as you all prolly know by now, I'm Jen, or more often referred to as Jenjenjojojenalalaladingdong. (dang.. I just realized that is 28 letters, more than our english alphabet!) You might also know me as the girl who says stupid stuff such as "I got wet underneath the rain" or "when you fry a chicken it jumps." Believe it or not, I do make sense most of the time. Phil just posts the 0.000005% of stuff I say which doesn't make sense, even though 99.999999% of them are misconceptions.
Anyway, I've known Phil since high school but only as a shy and reserved fillipino who's friends with Andre. It wasn't until we hung out together at Purdue when I really got to know him and realized that he's a very artistic, talented, intelligent, shy and reserved fillipino. Although he did get more social as the school year progressed.. *COUGH drinking ticket COUGH* Ahem. Phil is also a very determined and goal-oriented young man. Btw, to The Great Indoors, if you happen to be reading this, HIRE THE GUY ALREADY! All this poor little boy wants is some moola and a TV for his dorm room which you will eventually give him at a much discounted price... eh? ;)
Ok, enough about Phil. So, I'm sure many of you are taking summer classes either at COD or... at COD. I unfortunately couldn't take chemistry there since it doesn't end til late August, which would interfere with Purdue's (stupid dumb early) schedule. Therefore, I had no choice but to take it somewhere else, and that place happens to be at the University of Illinois at Chicago. Let me tell you, for the first few days of classes, I was soooo psyched. I mean, SOOOO psyched. Everything was so interesting to me, especially taking the Metra downtown every day and knowing that the Sears Tower is still standing.
Chem at UIC is pretty nice, I've made quite a lota homie friendz alreadys. Dude, iz so dope, I love it yo. Ahem, whoa.. sorry, gotta remind myself occasionally not to turn TOO ghetto :)
Aight, gotta be ups now. Nice writing, happy 4th of July and uh... play it safe, G Money ;)
...it's okay, jenjenjojojenna... etc. sigh! had Subway for lunch.
*if my grammar sucks or i misspell something, remember...i am product of american education system*
so...this is the internet...they can keep it.
hi guys, this is eric sanchez for those of you who know me or know of me. like phil, i am a filipino-american, and man, do flips know how to get down or what? to answer that, no, we do not. all we got is rufio from hook and willy santos, brian santos' cousin. but damn, when a filipino is talented, i mean, wow, they're really flippin' talented.
tomorrow is the 4th of july. nooch. that means no work on thursday or friday, so according to the tally, i get a 4 day weekend. pretty sweet. i just got a packaging job recently through a temp agency, and for the most part, it's what i expected. i start at 6:30 am and end at 3:00 pm every weekday. i needed cash pretty badly, so this job was the answer, especially with $8/hr with 40 hr/week. at one point, i had $34 in my checking account and $3 in change on me. that was pretty weak. so yeah, soon i'll get my first paycheck and i'll be able to buy crap again.
btw, that icon you see up there in the upper left of this table cell is not me. the head and shoulders corporation thought it would be hilarious if they had some fuckass climb the tree in my front yard and take pictures of me in my room, and then proceed with photoshopping it to make it look enough NOT like me to put it in their ads and pay me nothing. next time i see dude in the tree, i'm gonna stab him in his eye.
well, with that, i end post #1. good night folks. drink responsibly, unless you're trying to get hammered, in which case, down one for the eric-meister. peace out dawgs.
ironically, i was looking at some when this popped up. i'll write a more formal introduction to all the new writers when i have the chance. yeah, i think so. new favorite word: fucktard. "hey, your mom is a fucktard, fucktard!"
...it's okay, Phil the Filipino™ had Subway for lunch.
hi....i'm jeff, the blond-haired, blue-eyed sonuvabitch that tends to hang around with phil. a couple days ago, phil asked me to sign up and join the staff of bluegoomba, because......well, let's face it. this site needs hits. and hopefully, with my dry and witty sense of humor, bluegoomba can continue to be the home-grown, little-known, rhymes-a-flowin' website it's always been. or maybe better!
but, as you may know, i'm not the first person to be added to a media program to bring in the ratings/viewers/hits/whatever. many others have done this before, so let's take the time to examine a few of these "newbies" and find out what i can learn them, their successes, and their failures (mostly failures).
cousin oliver - joined the cast of "the brady bunch" in 1974 to boost ratings; appeared in six episodes before the bradys got cancelled what i can learn from him - don't be fat and don't throw pies.
stephanie mills - joined the cast of "all in the family" in 1978; the show was doing just fine without her, but tv execs probably thought it would be cute to add a little girl to the controversial sitcom and see how archie bunker would react what i can learn from her - don't make the cynical and surly funnyman of the show kind and warmhearted....cause then you suck.
christian truong - joined the bluegoomba staff fairly recently....(phil was desperate) what i can learn from him - don't fuck up your good friend's website (seriously, his first post had to be deleted cause it screwed up the homepage!)....and don't be french, either.
- jeff
...it's okay, Indie Rawk Jeffro had Subway for lunch.
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It's best to start off in the beginning: I woke up around 4:20 in the morning so Jeff, my old classmate Melissa, her sister Michelle, and myself can drive to Chicago to get Coldplay tickets. The beauty of it all was that the tickets only cost $2, a helluva lot less than a pack of smokes or a Burger King Black Stack BBQ sandwich. We get to the venue around 7, and it begins to rain. Being the incredibly apt person I am, I brought no umbrella. In fact, I had the same unwashed hair and dirty clothes I wore the night before. So I stood in line as a smelly, wet, sleep-deprived guy with the viscosity of an Italian sandwich - a true fan, if you ask me. We stood in line for 3 or so hours, my feet so tired it felt like they were burning. Not like "burning-loins-god-I-need-some-Preparation-H" buring, but painful nonetheless. I proceeded to pay my 4 bucks for my 2 tickets, and went home. My parents didn't know where the hell I was the entire morning, so I ignored their interrogation of my social life and passed out on my bed.
I woke to my mom's standard cry of "PHEEELEEEP! TIME TO EEEAT!," her beckoning resonating from downstairs. Had a nice sandwich for lunch (an Italian sandwich, actually) and called Jeff. I had anticipated to see Goldmember with him and Mark, but being the lazy bum that he is (heheh, j/k) he was still asleep. I called him again, pissed him off because I had awoken him from his blissful beauty sleep after knowing he was asleep, and figured to see the movie some other time since he seemed too beat still.
Later that evening Mark, Jeff, and I go to the movie theatre. Goldmember was really funny, and I highly recommend watching it more than once. A lot of little jokes you could miss...
OK, so basically this is what you people know about me. First off, I'm a Brasilian. Another thing, is that I like Steak 'N Shake (at least Mark thinks so). But maybe the greatest variable that explains "Andre" is what environment I've been brought up in. Some of you have siblings, this is true, some of you don't (poow Jen-Jen), but are any of you the youngest of 6 children?..... No that was not a typo. Yes, Andre is the youngest member of a family of 6 wacked out kids. 
it'd be sweet if my headstone was plated with gold, just because i'm a high-class individual and i want everyone to know. the memoriam would also read, "adios, jose... all you guys are serious fuckers!" atop the gold-platted headstone, there'd sit a statue of soundwave - i really loved transformers, you see. furthermore, future denizens would think i was a robot of some sort. that'd be cool. i'd also prefer if i was buried sideways, perpendicular to the rows of the other graves, in order to be different. additionally, buried with me would be all my possessions, just in case my parents decided to pawn all my stuff.
the two leads were witches, lesbian witches to be exact. the grandmother in who's the boss? (i believe the character from the show was named "mona") sported these harry potter-like glasses and was an artist. she's supposedly obssessed with obtaining some sort of key, perhaps of demonic power or to unlock her car, i don't know. either way, she's using up her time to draw and find this key, resulting in her lesbian witch powers to fade. so breaka head comes in to smack some sense into mona and her effort to find this key. mona tries to prove to her that she has powers by levitating a bottle of dawn lemon-scented dishwashing detergent.
