Friday, June 29, 2007
I Love you in a place, where there is no space or time.I love you for my life, you're a friend of mine.And when my life is over, remember when we were together.We were alone and I was singing this song to you.
What A great song. No matter my mood, I am always capable of putting my life to music. Tonight's song was rejuvenated in my conscience by the horrible show "so you think you can dance" (Its a Peapod thing), but is stirred emotions within that existed on a subconscious level. The circumstances surrounding one of my best friends caused me to reflect on the life I have led and the relationships I have built. God this is a great song! Adios y Buenos Noches!
Monday, June 25, 2007
Each Grand Slam has its thing: The Open has NYC with its celebs, tennis under the lights, and over-the-top presentation; The Australian has the exuberant Aussie tennis fans, flowing beer that adds to their exuberance and the Southern Summer Sun; The French has The City of Lights and Love - Paris, moody yet "educated" French spectators and who can forget the Terra Battue. But none of these Slams comes close to the honor bestowed upon THE CHAMPIONSHIPS, WIMBLEDON. Someday in the near future I hope to have the fortune to experience this event in person.
This years Championships start as they so often do, with rain in the forecast for the next couple days. This inevitably means blotchy TV coverage and lots of reruns from Wimbledons old. There are many positives that can come from this year's fortnight. My fav tennis family, The Williamses, are looking to make a big showing. Both sister have entered the tournament hungry for another slam to add to their singles trophy case, would be #3 for lil' sis, #4 for big. This morning Papa Williams predicted Venus to win the whole thing, which has me excited. Even more exciting is the possibility of an all Williams final for the first time in several years. ::Fingers Crossed!!!:: However should one, or both sister, make unfortunate early exits from The AELTC in singles, they are trying to shake things up with a wildcard entry to the Women's Doubles draw. This bodes well for both sisters, cause back in the day they had so much fun playing together and that is what tennis is truly about, the enjoyment of the sport.
Other hopes for the draw:
1. Justine and Sharapova lose early and BIG. This is a big, hope though cause both of these ugly b*#%hes play well on grass. Justine is a lying manipulative B and Sharapova is an overhyped B, for those reasons alone they both deserve to loose, but if you want more justification I am more than willing to dish it up for you. HAHAHAHA
2. Federer wins another. I know I like fresh blood in the men's game, but you gotta love this guy on grass. It would be nice if we could see him against someone like Djokovic or Gasquet in the final to mix things up, but he's gotta win the gold cup. I would have it no other way.
3. Lots of good play. I want to see some excellent displays of athleticism and shot making. You have to be a different creature on the grass, rewarded are those who serve well, come to net often and can execute a good clean slice and drop shot. Care must be taken when playing with little margin for error around the net, the tape is tight here and will reject balls that hit it with no mercy.
Par for the course, not much will be achieved late at night or early in the week during Grand Slam coverage. Things will just have to wait till after the Final Sunday, to be completed or processed. Stay tuned for more coverage.
For an uneventful weekend, my days seemed rather filled. There's nothin like sitting at home doing nothing with your roommate gone to make a blasé weekend seem great. Friday was an absolutely splendiferous evening and I was able to get in some great tennis drill work. As the evening waned I found myself wanting a cold beer to enjoy while I did some people watching. Neither happened and I found my Friday ending as so many have in recent months, me regretting registering for a marathon.
Despite my best efforts to be slothful on a Saturday morning, mother nature had other plans. So I arose at 8am after an hour of restlessness, delaying what I knew to be inevitable. "Since I can't sleep, might as well run." Damn my boundless energy! I am no fool however, a week of not running I knew I wasn't going to get out and run the 14 miles on my training schedule, but I wouldn't be me if I didn't at least attempt to push myself physically. 5.03miles and 40mins later I called it quits. Stretching and some crunches ensued of course, gotta cool down correctly.
The rest of Saturday followed quite lazily, some of the aforementioned sitting out to catch some rays and catch up on some Tennis Magazine reading that I am behind on. The tennis match that I had scheduled got canceled due to an emergency, but I didn't find that out till I got there and came home. It worked for the best anyway cause Banneker was the location of the Caribbean Fest so we couldn't have played anyway. Headed up to Tacoma Park to rid myself of the unreleased tennis angst that had built within my body as a result of my canceled match. Hit on the wall for awhile till someone came along that I could hit with. Love Takoma Park for that reason. There is ALWAYS someone lookin to hit. Since I was up that way I had to of course visit the family and absorb whatever food wasn't nailed down. Tried to stay until my brother got home from work to see work of Ms. Hoover, but he takes too dag on long and I wanted to watch a movie before the night was over. Watched "Little Children" good movie, but definitely deserving of its "R" rating.
Sunday involved another early rise, I guess i'll sleep in late when I die, and off I was to get more drill work in at Turkey Thicket. This was great work, 2 hours worth and I wanted more. Once again since I was uptown I scurried over to my parents house with fam time and food on the mind. Hot homemade breakfast, yum yum yum! The afternoon at the apartment was filled with "Heroes". I missed the last 5 episodes of the season so I had some catching up to do. Not a great ending to the first season, but acceptable I guess; I will tune in next season to see how things turn out. The Princess insync with a headache. Coincidence? Who knows. Another movie tonight and WIMBLEDON in the morning. But more on that later, this has been more than enough info to absorb in one sitting. Adios y Buenos Dias mi amigos.
Friday, June 22, 2007
Tuesday, June 19, 2007
Monday, June 18, 2007
Someone who does not seek material items as displays of affection, who will understand that I am struggling and can't afford to buy dinner for me let alone both of us and that doesn't mean I dont want to do it. Instead she is happy with me throwing down in the kitchen for us.
Someone who is willing to just lay in my arms before we screw like rabbits, afterwards I will prolly be too hot for a good 5 mins, once we cool off I am game again. Someone to kiss who loves to kiss as much as I do (Yes I have a weakness for kissing anywhere and everywhere.)
These needs are amplified by the fact I have low self-confidence around women I dont know and am largely uncomfortable sparking random conversation that could lead anywhere. And where do you go to meet a great intelligent woman that likes both a bar and a bookstore for fun. Who has a great sense of humor cause I love to make people laugh and enjoy a good belly ache of my own as often as possible, and not the kind brought on by food poisonin or gas. She likes my friends and introduces me to hers. Shes interested in me and what I am doin but doesnt work for the CIA. Loves music and tolerates/enjoys that I sing passionately,albeit off-key, most of the time. Understands that crying, even at a Disney movie doesnt make me less of a man. I dont care what color she is, but I am more attracted to women of color. Where is MY Serena, Beyonce, Alicia or Lucy? They are unique and so will be the girl who makes me happy. Are you out there?
We all know the saying and its ability to be connected to an endless number of circumstances, but I cannot think of the last time I was truly in a situation fitting of this phrase. So often it is associated with a want of our own, something superficial and materialistic due largely in part to our modern capitalist society. The recent struggles of several friends has inspired the boredom ponderance I know delve somewhat deeply and quite aimlessly. Don't get me wrong, there is direction to thoughts, the direction as you will come to find is much like that of a blind beast, sometimes very straight forward flowing and graceful but often spazstic and incongruent. What is it likely to truly be surrounded by "water" and not be able to sip of its cool quenching body. It is enough to drive a person mad. This is further exacerbated when others within the pool drink so freely, not even noticing the struggles of those around them. Surely now some of you see the correlation of this in your own life. Basic needs such as security, food, and social acceptance are so ravenously sought after by the "have-nots", while the "haves" wouldn't know it even if they were. I am no better than any "have" in society; I drink freely while so many around me cannot sip. I told you this would be spazstic, for I no longer what deep meaning I was striving for. I now feel the inspiration for another topic (ADD kicked in) so peace for the next three minutes.
Thursday, June 14, 2007
...Office Space. Today I got a new chair and celebrated. No, I didnt mistype that. I truly celebrated. Last week Monday I was given a file cabinet with folders because "I would need this for my records." This evening I am going to happy hours and most likely gonna talk about the people we work with that are not there. God get me out of this cubicle/pod.
Beware: the rest of this entry will be full of my usual random thoughts. If you are incapable of following an illogical thought process please stop reading now!
I had fun on Facebook today, while bored and unoccupied at work, with a couple friends. There is nothing like singing an entire song. Through a social networking site. For all to see. And ponder your sanity!
I dont know how much longer I can hold out on getting a tattoo. I have ideas for at least 4.
ADD's kicked, movin on for now. Adios y Buenos Tardes!
by Hans Christian Andersen
Illustrated by Edmund Dulac
There was once a prince, and he wanted a princess, but then she must be a real Princess. He travelled right around the world to find one, but there was always something wrong. There were plenty of princesses, but whether they were real princesses he had great difficulty in discovering; there was always something which was not quite right about them. So at last he had come home again, and he was very sad because he wanted a real princess so badly.
One evening there was a terrible storm; it thundered and lightninged and the rain poured down in torrents; indeed it was a fearful night.
In the middle of the storm somebody knocked at the town gate, and the old King himself sent to open it.
It was a princess who stood outside, but she was in a terrible state from the rain and the storm. The water streamed out of her hair and her clothes; it ran in at the top of her shoes and out at the heel, but she said that she was a real princess.
'Well we shall soon see if that is true,' thought the old Queen, but she said nothing. She went into the bedroom, took all the bed clothes off and laid a pea on the bedstead: then she took twenty mattresses and piled them on top of the pea, and then twenty feather beds on top of the mattresses. This was where the princess was to sleep that night. In the morning they asked her how she slept.
'Oh terribly bad!' said the princess. 'I have hardly closed my eyes the whole night! Heaven knows what was in the bed. I seemed to be lying upon some hard thing, and my whole body is black and blue this morning. It is terrible!'
They saw at once that she must be a real princess when she had felt the pea through twenty mattresses and twenty feather beds. Nobody but a real princess could have such a delicate skin.
So the prince took her to be his wife, for now he was sure that he had found a real princess, and the pea was put into the Museum, where it may still be seen if no one has stolen it.
Now this is a true story.
Sunday, June 10, 2007
The first task at hand was to get up to the Grandparents and meet my mom for my 11 mile run. Thats marathon training fore you. Started at 0745 finished 1'35" later. Not half bad, while my mother commented that it looked like I just got finished running through a pool when I was done, I felt good and the knee that had been nagging me didnt. Discovered I am down to a discouraging 155lbs. Dont even ask why its discouraging or my psycho battle and mini obsession with weight.
Next task at hand, was helping a friend move from the dreads of Alexandria into our beautiful city, Colombia Heights to be percise. He was much more trusting of people than I am. Left the back of the truck open and unspuervised while we went inside to unload stuff, and a nice iPod and stand out front. Even I was tempted to jack that shit.. HAHA, just kidding incase your reading this Brian..
Third and final task of the day was to visit the family. Just the immediates, no Lipscomb gathering. Jerked/Curry Chicken was on the menu, annd I dont pass up opportunity for free food. Talked with the mom about the saga with Princess Peapod and other things. Helped the dad grill the food. Ate like a horse. Crashed like a 2 years old. Woke up and ate some more. I am gonna be a fat ass someday. (see previous reference to weight obssesion)
Came home to a slightly cleaner apt, though the Princess had not removed all traces of herself from the ktichen yet. Maybe by the end of the weekend. I forsee a trip to the bookstore tomorrow. Adios y Buenos Noche!
Saturday, June 9, 2007
Though some of you may grow tired of reading or hearing about this, it will be the main topic of this journal (TRUST) for the next two years. Yes it is unfourtunate and yes I had been forewarned, but "time dont go back, it go forward."
Some of you know for sure who Princess Peapod is; others will guess. By the end of this, the first entry in my dramedy, you will know unless you are a midly retarded monkey (sorry Dante if your reading this, I still love.) Often times there will be so many thoughts running through my head that my entries will be disjointed and random thought. It will be as if I were suffering from ADD, and I apologize in advance for this. As my thoughts gather and clear and the anger that I am inevitable feeling subsides I will take the time to edit and revise my entries for clarity and sense, but part of the purity of this story will come from the fact it was written on pure emotion. Please enjoy.
After work I had plans to play tennis with a friend and then planned to visit mi abuelos y mi padres. As usual tennis was great and so was visiting the family. As usual I got free food out of the deal and put off my dad swearing I dont love them one more day (another story in itself). After watchin some TV and slammin a couple hot dogs I decided it was time to return to my abode. Great evening right. Well it was until I walked up the stairs and into my kitchen. La cocina litterally read "PRINCESS PEAPOD WAS HERE!"
Now I am no cleaning nazi, but let me lay the scene out for you. The rice cooker I purchased had been used to cook the rice and bullion I had bought. The rice laddel was put back in its holder incorrectly and it was covered in gunky bullion chicken rice. The cooker was off, but half full of uneaten rice. The tea cup that was used LAST night was still sitting on the coutner top dirty.
And this was just on my intial survey. It gets worst. Of course at this point I am angry and annoyed but it is something I can deal with, cause I know this is how Princess Peapod is. The following discoveries are what pushed me over the edge and have led to this entry.
While refilling the water bottles I had used for tennis I noticed a dirty fork in the sink with blue on it. I knew immediately what it had come from. Wanting only to confirm what I already new to be true I turned off the water and walked over to the fridge. Ms. Peapod had decided to have at the piece of cake I had brought home from work. Yes the slice was fucking huge, but it was MY fucking huge slice and I intended to enjoy every last bit of it tonight when I got home. Ms. Peapod had dug into the cake, and I assume upon discovering its deliciousness ate the extra cake that was on the side of the plate. Now that I am pissed cause she has eatin my damn cake, I also notice she has drank a good portion of my damn orange juice. O JESUS DELIVER ME! MY FUCKING CAKE!!!!
All this shit prolly wouldnt be so bad if she brought some damn good food into the house that I could eat. But Princesses dont cook; they eat out, order delivery, or microwave, mooching off whatever cooks they can in the interim.
Once again I am on the verge of peeing on her toothbrush, but restraint is the sign of a good wise man, I refuse to be ignorant. Of course this means I must now have another talk about why I dont appreciate what was done. Will it sink in? Unlikely, but then what fodder would I have to fill this journal.
Till next time, Adios y Buenos Noche!