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This thing is probably 10 x more narcissitic than friendster… gosh!
So i’m snowed in… and you know what sucks? because of that “currently playing” option, i’m finding myself having to put my mp3 player on shuffle-mode and play something… just so i can have something to put down for “currently playing”.. well right now, i’m just gonna listen to nothing.. the humm of my computer.. that’s what’s friggin playing.. ok?
So in protest to the horrible weather we’ve been having, i went out in shorts in the storm today. I think we need to unite and say “we’re not gonna take this anymore!” and this was my way of doing that… baby steps… it’s all about small moves, Ellie.
Write me comments or something – are you as cold as I am?
That’s my hood when the weather’s nice….
This is it today….
Under a Blood Red Sky
As promised… the birthday fotos! Well, here’s the deal … There are no actual photos from the party itself… only before and after shots… so watch yo’self!! This way there’s no evidence bwahaha…
ok.. So here’s a run down of the events:
1. I get a text message from a number i didn’t recognize asking “are you going tonight?”, so i respond “yea… who are you?” and they respond “sorry, wrong number.”
so most normal people would have left it at that… but you should know i’m far from normal, so i went ahead and replied “ok cool… i’m still gonna be there.” to which they responded “are you gonna bring the stuff?” to which I responded “well, it depends what you want.”
at this point my buddy Mena is imploring me to just stop responding, that it could be a psycho, but i figure it could be a hot girl or something…
i get a text message “are you a cop??” and i say “well, no.. but i like to dress up as one sometimes.” To which they respond “I like to roleplay too! 10th and 22nd Ave. Hobo’s… 10pm.. i’ll see you tonight, lover!”
Ok at this point i’m like “wierd… i think i just messaged a dude!” So Mena is cracking up laughing. At any rate, my buddies Ashraf and Nader show up, and I tell them about this… so Nader insists that I call the number and talk to this person, so he grabs my phone and calls.
At that moment, Ashraf’s phone rings and says it’s Eddie and gives the phone to Mena to tell Eddie how to get to the restaurant. So Nader gives me my phone back so I can talk to my new “friend”, and this is the conversation that followed:
Him: (it was a him!): “Hey.. where u at”
Me: “uh…. 10th and 2nd ave” (i lied cuz i didn’t wanna say where i was since it wasn’t the hot woman i’d dreamed of)
Him: “I’m at 2nd and 5th, keep walking down and you’ll find me.”
Me: “Ok bye..”
I look up, and I realize… that I’d been talking to Mena. And Mena who thought he was talking to Eddie, was actually talking to me… and it was Ashraf that send me the txt, and I got SO PLAYED Holy cow – it takes a lot to get me – and i gotta give him props – that was a good one.
2. We went to this place called Anatomy – like 50 people ended up showing throughout the night – it was awesome to just be surrounded by friends. We didnt’ even need to rent the space, we just took over the downstairs area… they had a pool table, a bunch of couches, a mini bar, a real diverse set of music… and of course, there was Dawn. Dawn got frisky with all the guys… gotta love Dawn.
3. We roasted marshmellows over bar candles - hahaha yup – you heard me correctly… ROASTED MARSHMELLOWS. Maryann and Mariam brought the marshmellows and I got the skewers… seriously it caught on quick and people bonded…
4. Afterwards me, Nader, Chris, Ron, and Sandra went out for some 4am breakfast at a nearby restaurant / cafe called 7A (and yes, you guessed it – it’s on 7th st. and avenue A). We just had a ball – got home at 5am which is totally lame compared to 7am last year… but there’s always 28, no?
Waiting to eat – it was friggin cold out.
MMM … fries
This old man, is me.
The buddies: Nader and Sandra
It’s snowing in New York… again.
Ok, so it’s 8:40 AM on a Tuesday, and for some reason I’m just so tired… maybe cuz I’ve been sleeping at 2am for the last few nights and waking up at 7 in the friggin butt-crack of dawn. I haven’t updated this thing in a month and sooo much has happened!
FIRST of all… I missed the Superbowl! I was on my way to a party when my computer crashed and I lost 20 pages of work I’d done for my client – so you better believe I was at home workin on that crap. Bitterness isn’t even the word… It was reverent angered resentfullness with a twist of lyme disease.
SECONDLY… There was the developments of the Armaneous case. Mid February (on the 19th to be exact) there was a memorial service (cuz Egyptians do that sorta thing… 40 days after someone dies). There’s been SOOO much negativity in our community – and understandably so! Some really brutal and inhumane things have happened in our own home, but many have resorted to anger and hate as a response, and that’s just wasted energy. It brings no healing… and it makes us no different from everyone else out there. We have people claiming to be our leaders riling up the public, and making a spectacle of themselves, and they’re recreating God in their own image… tiny. I will follow those who are in line with the teachings of my Savior… you speak his words, and i’ll follow you. Anyway.. sorry for the rant :)
So I felt like I needed to give something to my beloved people and to the family and friends of the victims, as a positive legacy, so I wrote a song based on the poetry of one of the girls, Sylvia Armanious… Just reading her stuff, I’m learning what an amazing girl she was. She let nothing come in the way of what she believed in… imagine if we all lived like that?
Thirdly… I turned TWENTY-FRIGGIN-SEVEN years old! Last week my buddies threw me this party – hahahahahahahahah wow!! it was a good time, and Pauly was a good boy – relativly… jk, no i wasn’t.
I got plaaayed that night. A good friend of mine played a joke on me which i’ll have to save for another time.
Ok last but not least… wait – sorry – not last – but second to last – but still not least…. I saw the Motorcycle Diaries a few nights ago. Ernesto Guevara is definitly a legend in this world, and there are very few men like him, who are willing to give their lives fearlessly as a LEADER in order to bring about change. I know many out there will argue, disagree, and criticize “Che” for his political and economic idealogies… but let’s face a fact. Not many people saw what Che saw. None of his critics had his experience. Had he stayed in Buenos Aires and finished med school, he probably would have thought the same as all of you… but he left his home and saw a cruel and impovereshed world, face to face, and decided to do something about it, and those are the pelotas that I admire. Definitly recommend this movie.
Ok laaastly… I’ve been working on this song that I wrote for the memorial… like non-stop – it’s an OBSESSION! = )
alright ya’ll – stay cool – i’ll post some birthday photos soon, in the meantime, check out some more Buenos Aires memories: