No texting, no blackouts .... just fun

Oh God I feel stuffed like a fucking pig. OK, that picture looks terrible. I admit it. It's not my fault, it's the holidays! OK, slightly my fault. Christmas get together turns into an all you can eat buffet and unlimited alcohol until your mother decides you had enough. I didn't eat too much, but I did end up drinking quite a bit. Glasses and glasses of wine. Then came the rum (El Dorado, Guyana rum) n' coke. And there I went.
Now, let's get one thing straight, I am NOT an angry or fucked up when tipsy/drunk. In fact, I am the opposite. I am pleasant to be around, I continue joking to make others laugh, I sing (Yes, that is something I ALWAYS do when I drink .... even if I am a little shy or don't really want to sing), I will dance (thank God I did not on Christmas eve), and so on. I am FUN when tipsy/drunk. And I am glad I am that way when I drink because I never want to make others feel uncomfortable around me.
What surprised me the most is that I did NOT drunk text anyone !!! I am quite happy I did not do that. I think this is the first time I did NOT text while drinking alcohol. I am shocked. I am surprised. Let's celebrate *raises glass of Champagne*

**To be continued**

No texting, no blackouts .... just fun (Part Two)

So, I guess I said there would be a part two. Or if you would like to call it, a continuation from the last blog. Well, sorry to disappoint, but I got nothing. Zero. I have craving for chocolate, though. Fuck. Crunch. Crunch.
Oh, and in case you are wondering, I wrote this blog MONDAY, but since there are TWO parts to it I decided to change the date it would be blogged. Confused? Well, figure it out for yourself. Geez. Seriously, I got nothing. I just wanted to waste your time.

HAHAHAHAHAHA

OK.

Like The Sun Disappears Only To Reapear ....

Yes, one of my favorite Rage Against the Machine song is called Maria. Such a great song lyrically. In fact, it is so well written (and powerful too!) that I will post the lyrics here. For Video.

Maria by Rage Against the Machine

The sun ablaze as Maria's foot
Touches the surface of sand
On Northern Land
As human contraband
Some Rico from Jalisco
Passed her name to the boss
She stuffed ten to a truckbed
She clutches her cross
Here come the exhaust
And it rips through her lungs
Shes off fast to the pasture
Like cattle shell cross
Degree 106
Sweat and vomit are thrown
And she prays and suffocates
Upon the memories of home
Of Yankee guns for blood debts on the loans
Of smoldering fields, rape, rubble and bones
Of graves hidden trapped up in visions of war
Of nothing, no one, nobody, no more
These are her mountains and skies and she radiates
And through history's rivers of blood she regenerates
And like the sun disappears only to reappear
Shes eternally here
Her time is near,
Never conquered but here

To tear away at the mask

And now she got a quota
The needle and thread crucifixion
Sold and shipped across the new line
of Mason Dixon
Rippin' through denim
The point an inch from her vein
The foreman approach
His steps now pound in her brain
His presence it terrifies
And eclipses her days
No minutes to rest
No moments to pray
And with a whisper
He whips her
Her soul changed to his will
"My job is to kill if you forget to take your pill"
Her arm jerks
The sisters gather round her and scream
As If in a dream
Eyes on the crimson stream
Numb as her wrists spit shots of blood to the floor
I am nothing, no one, nobody, no more
These are her mountains and skies and she radiates
And through history's rivers of blood she regenerates
And like the sun disappears only to reappear
Maria she's eternally here
Her time is near,
Never conquered but here

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I know I said I wouldn't talk about Rage Against the Machine for a while, but I just had to mention this song. I had to. :P

The Right, The Left, The Left

At it again. Should be studying for my Italian exam tomorrow, but I really haven't been able to settle myself in. I know that there is not a legit, or at least a decent excuse for it, but when you have to wait a full two weeks for an exam you do get careless. Not saying that I am being careless - I have been overwhelmed with other "things." Nothing sexual you dumbass! I needed a laugh. That said, tomorrow night brings an end to this OK semester. I say OK because it had its ups and downs. However, it was better then the previous two semesters. :)

Lesson of the day: Do not wear a cap in winter! I walked into the dentists office with red fucking ears. UGH! Paint my face white, add some sparkles, a wig and I would look like a clown. The only place in my house that is warm right now is my room. Yes, I've locked myself inside for the past 5 hours! I need warmth!

I wish I can enlighten your day even more, but I don't have anything else to add. However, I think I will be blogging much more in the next 2-3 weeks. Of what? Who knows? Fun to be 21.

The Bandanna is Back: I am psyched

I am fucking ecstatic! Fucking "A." Seriously. I know I should be studying Italian for my upcoming and only exam this Friday, but it is really hard. I just saw plenty of footage on the Guns n' Roses live concert in Taipei, which was December 11 - the start of their Chinese Democracy tour. Holy Shit. Damn. I heard and saw Axl Rose sing live in 2006 (on youtube of course) and I thought he still had some considering not singing live in many, many years. And the fact that at the time he was 44 years old, but let's not forget how he still has a voice after all the yelling in the late 80s and early 90s.
Anyways, I saw a shitload of their live songs in Taipai and I've been blown away. Fuck, Axl Rose still has it. Even BETTER than his voice in 2006. You already know, but I will say it again because I am too excited - I am going to watch Guns n' Roses live in January! :D

Welcome To The Jungle live in Taipei, 2009

Paradise City live in Taipei, 2009

OH, another thing ..... the BANDANNA IS BACK!!! w000000000000000000t

So, here I am sitting on my ass ......

I guess it's some sort of coincidence that my last three blogs (including this one) happened on a Sunday. Baaahaaa, I guess I should pat myself on the shoulder. Enough of these kinky remarks and weird expressions that build up to nothing. Actually, let me take a break and rethink what the fuck I just wrote. Now, I know what you are thinking, "why don't you just edit and delete what you wrote if you are not satisfied or if you think (and it does) sound stupid, dumbass!" Well, you see by doing so it would defeat the whole purpose of this blog. Now, maybe I should take a real coffee break to let all that sink in to you.

Fuck, I could talk about hockey but I'm not in the mood and I think that would bore you to death if you are not already. I did take several days off from writing this poem/lyric I have been working on last tuesday and wednesday. I am trying to make it into a five (5, for the dummies) part poem/lyric. I wrote five and a half (5 1/2, for the dummies ..... again), but I only kept four (4), which still need some editing to be done. I'm thinking that my current fourth (4) part will be my last part (fifth .... 5). That said, I need a fourth (4) part, which at this moment I am not sure how to start it and what to say, really. I guess the smartass' can say I have that thing you call writer's block. Yeah, I called you (whoever is reading) a smartass!

On to the next one. Oh, and by the way I am not blogging the five (5) part poem/lyric on my other blog when it is done. Not anytime soon, anyways. Just thought I'd shove it out there. You know? So, what else can I beat you with? Having days off and not working sucks. Yup, seriously. I have to wait until next friday for my ONLY exam. It is the same day when I can hand in my final essay paper. So, I guess the smartass' would say, "hey there, that's two birds with one stone." Yeah, ummm .... then I am done. That said, I really need to keep busy these next 10-20 days. Active. Keep active. Fuck.

Knees, Shoulders and Pads

What's there to talk about? Well, today I have been drinking coffee like water. O.K that sounds weird, in a way. Then again, the whole point of this blog is to bring laughter, comic and fun. I don't think I need to remind you of that, but I am just in case there are new insane bloggers sneaking in.
As usual, I have nothing to talk about or anything to bring up that I would think would interest you ghosts. Then again, that is the point of the blog. It's about NOTHING. Like Seinfeld, but with inferior writing skills to Larry David.
Oh, I did play street hockey for 3-4 hours yesterday with my cousins. God was it intense. Boy, did I realize that I am not in shape. Physical game, of course. Loads of checking. I like playing that way anyways. And I am not the type to exaggerate, but I do have a wicked wrist/toe-drag shot. Pretty damn accurate. Anyways, I suffered. I woke up with pain. It is a bitch to walk up the stairs. For some reason my ass hurts (NO, nothing sexual!!!). I almost dislocated my shoulder twice - one being the fact that I put all my force in a slapshot and I missed (fuck, did that hurt!), the other .... well, I was checked into the cement wall. That's nothing, there is more. I got hit in the left ear with the ball (thank God it is not a heavy ball) - still a lil' swollen. Then, knee first into the cement while attempting my Brett Hull one timer! OOOhhh, that stung. But I got to say, my Brett Hull one timers are pretty fucking sweet.
Although I suffered from playing hockey, I will play again and again and again. In fact, my cousins and I are planning to play every weekend. Probably move to ice hockey when the weather permits.

There, I got nothing else.

Good Afternoon to you, too

Debates. Nothing like them, huh? Oh, some can be extremely exciting. Others, well can be a pain in the ass, but still fun to listen to. Take for example my cousin and our friend debating about what a slut and a whore is. That was 3 weeks ago. Conclusion: well, they had their mindset on what each was and agreed to disagree. Hell, I fucking suggested they look in a dictionary or something to see who is right. Did they? Nope. Stubborn bums. LMAO. Anyways, fast forward 3 weeks and we still got the same debate going on. Stretching for a good half hour in the car. As this went on, I couldn't help but laugh the entire time. Hey! You would too. Oh, and by the way my cousin is a girl. Just in case you were thinking it was two guys debating what exactly is a slut and a whore. Debates can be fun. Yup.

Tough Decision to Make

Oh man. Marc Savard MAY be returning tomorrow night against Atlanta. But he may not. Either way I need to start thinking who to drop in my Fantasy hockey team as it is the only way to activate Savvy. I am definitely not dropping a winger. I cannot.

Here's my team:
C- Henrik Sedin
C- Patrice Bergeron
LW- Alexander Ovechkin
LW- Dennis Penner
RW- Daniel Alfredson
RW- Ales Kotalik
D- Scott Neidermayer
D- Drew Doughty
D- Dennis Wideman
D- Kimmo Timonen
UTILITY- Bill Guerin (RW)
BENCH- Derek Morris (D)
BENCH- Mike Fisher (C)
BENCH- James Neal (LW)
IR- Andrei Markov
IR- Marc Savard

I think it will be between Patrice Bergeron and Mike Fisher. FUCK!! I love Bergy as a player and I still believe he will have an awesome year. As for Fisher, well he started the season very well with 9 goals and 5 PP points (also important in the league). I am currently in first place (I have been in first place like 90% of the time so far this season). The thing is, if Savvy does not play this week, then I can wait another weak before making a decision. Then again, what if Savvy plays tomorrow and I still have him on IR??? That can mean I cannot use him for Friday either (that's TWO games!!!) since it takes a day or two to active a player off IR. Bitch! Any advice?? Yes, I know I have several Boston players (Thomas as goalie as well, along with Emery and Rinne). But it is not like I choose the worst ones. Come on!: Wideman, Savvy, Bergy, Morris, Thomas!!

Quite funny

So, I have been really enjoying this Harry Connick Jr. guy. Great voice. I never thought I'd really get into that kind of music. Don't get me wrong, it's good, but I never thought it would really get to me. Good shit!

Discuss.

Why do I keep drinking this coffee?

Come to think of it, I should get back to blogging some neat stuff on this so called blog of mine. Who knows, maybe I'll be talking about toys, cartoons, pens, folders, painted walls or something exquisite. Hell, why not birds? There is no moral lesson in this blog post. Sorry, father and the holy spirit. Hell, I don't even think I engaged in any sort of moral lesson in this entire blog. OK, maybe once. Twice? Three times? Max. Anyways, what was I trying to say? You know, more often than not I can concentrate while having music playing (not too loud, of course), but this time I cannot (some Portuguese music!). No, I do not understand one single freaking word. Don't even ask me to pronounce any of the words. Actually, come to think of it, I may be able to read some of the words. Sipping this coffee, milk bullshit thing isn't helping either. Anyways, what was I saying? I'm not in the mood to start rereading my bullshit. Bullshit is not meant to be reread. Fuck, I don't even know where I was going with that: I guess I'll just leave it in this mindless, endless (?) ongoing blog entry.
Don't worry, I won't bore you with whatever you think I will be talking about. I don't know what you think I will talk about and I don't want to know what you think I will be talking about. Going to be a sweet busy upcoming week. I guess I already mentioned that in my previous blog entry. Hmm, what next? Any rabbits being pulled out of a hat? Where? Where? Speaking of which, this coffee tastes like shit. Well, actually I don't know how I went from rabbit to coffee, but who cares. Also, I guess I should mention, I have never really tasted shit. That said, what I have stated about the coffee I am currently having (not anymore!) cannot really taste like shit. Should I pull my sleeves up and get into a fist fight now?!! Just take the coffee-shit ... thing ... as an expression, stuff thing. Whatever! Fucking Maxwell. Maxshit! I am blinking. I am not going to reread what I have written here. Ha, reread? Ha.

Bring on the Blitzkrieg!

A massive headache coming from the dentist today. The female dentist (assistant) was aggressive and rough. It was a fun experience though. My teeth hurt for a while. Yeah, it felt like a fucking blitzkrieg. Then, of course, I get a headache while heading to class. Long story short, I went home after one class. Fun.
OK, on to something else. I have a wonderful 15-20 page essay to begin sometime this week. Teacher has a knack for either not responding emails or responding them very late. UGH! Due November 18. Mark down November 19 or 20 as the day I celebrate by smoking a Cuban Cigar. Oh, shut up!! It's not like I smoke them every fucking day. Only on special occasions or to celebrate something.
The best medicine is MUSIC!!

Guns N' Roses: About Fucking Time

Seems like forever. Really has. Feels like a Guns N' Roses marathon every single day. Yeah, it does. Fucking ecstatic about getting tickets to their concert in late January! It was pretty upsetting that all the bands I love either broke up, were not touring or weren't touring here. Bands like Rage Against the Machine (broke up 1999-2000, got together again for a tour last year but didn't come here), At the drive-in (broke up in 2001, but the singer and guitar player formed The Mars Volta - a band I love, too. I also missed them live early this month!), Bruce Springsteen (came here 3 years ago), The Strokes (broke up on & off), Jane's Addiction (reunited), New Found Glory (came here 2-3 years ago, didn't go), etc etc.
The point being: Guns N' FUCKING Roses is coming here and I got two tickets. I know the hardcore fans will criticize Axl Rose because GNR consists of one original member, Axl Rose. Long story short, those who like Axl Rose tend to support him, those who prefer Slash don't support Axl. A vicious circle. No one will know the full truth between Axl and Slash; only they know exactly what happened. That said, Axl Rose is one of my favorite singers of all time. He is up their with Rage Against the Machine's singer, Zack De La Rocha.
I cannot wait! I hope I don't go deaf!

*Oh, almost forgot to mention: the last time Gun's in Roses came to Montreal was way back in 1994 when they left 45 minutes into their performance because of technical difficulties (vocal sound was very bad and Axl had to yell louder just to get the sound at average: yes, he could have lost his voice then and there). As a result, the famous Montreal riots began. It should be very interesting to see what Axl does when he comes back to Montreal. Perhaps something special??

NHL Season Preview [Standings]

A'ight, I have completed my NHL season preview concerning the standings - both the East and the West. I don't think I need to go into any details why I choose certain teams to finish where I believe they should. However, if you want an explanation then write a comment on this blog.

NORTHEAST:
1. Boston
2. Montreal
3. Toronto
4. Ottawa
5. Buffalo

ATLANTIC:
1. Philadelphia
2. Pittsburgh
3. New Jersey
4. New York Rangers
5. New York Islanders

SOUTHEAST:
1. Washington
2. Carolina
3. Florida
4. Atlanta
5. Tampa Bay

EAST:
1. Washington
2. Philadelphia
3. Boston
4. Pittsburgh
5. Carolina
6. New Jersey
7. Montreal
8. New York Rangers
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9. Toronto
10. Florida
11. Ottawa
12. Buffalo
13. Atlanta
14. Tampa Bay
15. New York Islanders

*I would not be surprised if Toronto bump the Rangers off the 8th spot. Watch out for Carolina. And as you can see I did not put Boston #1

NORTHWEST:
1. Calgary
2. Vancouver
3. Minnesota
4. Edmonton
5. Colorado

CENTRAL:
1. Detroit
2. Chicago
3. St-Louis
4. Nashville
5. Columbus

PACIFIC:
1. San Jose
2. Anaheim
3. Los Angeles
4. Dallas
5. Phoenix

WEST:
1. San Jose
2. Detroit
3. Calgary
4. Vancouver
5. Chicago
6. Anaheim
7. St-Louis
8. Minnesota
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9. Los Angeles
10. Dallas
11. Edmonton
12. Nashville
13. Columbus
14. Phoenix
15. Colorado

* #6 to #8 is anyone's spot (those ranked from 6-12); that's how weak the WEST is

Less than a week away

Hockey season about to begin Thursday! Oh, fuck yes! I am thinking of writing a mini prediction of the NHL this season (standings, sleepers, overrated players, etc). Perhaps before Thursday - seems unlikely though. If not, then by the end of this week (Sunday) for sure. Everyone knows I was born a Boston Bruins fan - Diehard fan! And everyone knows the Montreal Canadiens SUCK - Bunch of pansies :P

Feels like November Rain . . . (feels good!)

Been a while. Yes, I know. Nonetheless, I have been in a real good mood since the beginning of the semester. I've claimed before the semester started that it will be a great one, and I promise to fulfill that belief. Obviously there are ups and downs, always are, but when your confidence is high (not too high! because it can lead to problems) nothing can put you down.
You have to play with the cards you are dealt to the best of your abilities. I do not regret anything that I have done or said since the end of last semester. Despite being tired from Thursday to this Monday, I have been in a very good mood lately. Times a changin'. It's tough to explain why I am in such a good mood - not because I do not want to. :D

Time for bed because I just realized that I have a dentist's appointment tomorrow morning.

What we talkin' bout?

Yes. Yes. Yes.
Oh. Oh. Oh.
W00t. W00t. W00t.
What? What? What?

*clears throat*

I finally got some Cuban cigars. My parent's arrived today from Cuba with a box of Cuban cigars for me. Sweet. No, I don't smoke cigars like I drink water. Only on certain occasions - usually special ones. To celebrate something or someone. For example, I have made it a tradition to smoke one cigar after each semester. Special moments, too. You name it. But I do not smoke cigars everyday, nor do I drink everyday. And I hate cigarettes. Complete shit. I just got to make sure I don't have cigarillos or cigars with me when I go out drinking. Last time I went drinking with friends (sometime in March) I smoked 5 cigarillos. Yeah, I was pissed at myself the next morning when I noticed half the box was gone. Not cool.

Almost there. Watch your HEAD! OUCH!

Six days until school. Time off from school has gone by pretty fast. All good. Tuesdays should be ..... interesting. Religion class (1:15-4) and U.S history (6-8pm). Mondays and Wednesdays are identical: Italian (1:15-2:30) and Enlightenment (2:45-4). Thursdays and Fridays off. Fantastic.

I feel like having some yogurt.

I should write about TRUE BLOOD sometime soon. Therefore, expect it.

Cuba and some Adventureland

Early afternoon and a few beers later. What is up, homies? Hopefully my parents bring back some Cuban Cigars (and some Cuban Rum!) back from Cuba sunday. Oh, yeah. Incase you were wondering the beer I've had is called Brahma - Brazillian beer. Pretty. Pretty. Pretty good. No, I am NOT an alcoholic. In fact, I have become a lightweight. But that is a story for another time.
Hmmm. I should read. I started reading Shutter Island; movie, which is based on a book by Dennis Lehane, comes out in February, 2010. Only read 90 pages, not so much I can say about it. Good.
This week has been fun to say the least. Rented two movies last night, Adventureland and Max Payne (there wasn't anything good that I hadn't seen). I will be watching Max Payne later tonight, but I did watch Adventureland last night. Oh, so good! Adventureland is about a young guy (20) who gets a crummy job at a theme park called Adventureland. Meets a girl (cute!) and falls in love. That's what it's about Seems like those cliche teen-love stories, and in a way it is. However, it is done real well. The trailer sells it as a comedy, but it's really drama.
I strongly recommend Adventureland!
Next.

Guitar Crackin'

I should really pick that guitar up once again and start relearning how to play. I used to be a decent player, but the last time I played was 4-5 years ago. I tried picking it up and starting where I left off, but I have noticed that I will need a lot of practice to get to half of what I was. Oh my. It would also work with the lyrics I have been writing.

Hey! Maybe I'll be able to fulfill a dream of mine (well, kind of) to be the singer of a band even for a brief moment.