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Which heavy Metal band are you?
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Jam Master
Words can't express how I feel right now. I love Run D.M.C and after just hearing that Jam Master J has been killed, I'm in tears. Omar and I went to see them over the summer, and we were in heaven seeing them again. I still can't really find the words to say about another senseless tragedy. All I can say is that Jam Master J was the king and no other sucka DJ could catch a break like him. To the greatest DJ of all time, as a metal head who also lived for Run DMC, thank you. Jam Master J you never missed a break(for all of you are Old School you know what I mean).

Shoutout to Queens, Brooklyn is crying with you tonight(Omar you know what I mean)

Current Mood: crappy

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Well I spent the last two days looking down the bottom of many empty pints of Bass Ale and Harp. Hung out with Ray last night, we got really piss faced. I was talking to someone last night who reminded me of something I always believed, no matter what you do or where you go in life, as long as you can face the person you see in the mirror every morning it's alright. The Yanks so far have had a nice series against the Twins. Jason's bat finally arrived in New York, almost two months after he did. Lily finally got some support from his teammates. This team is starting to take on some character finally.

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Alright
Gearing up for my finals, I'm feeling a lot better about things. I've become a tea drinker again, there's a calming effect it has on me, in a good way. I feel like "Strange World" by Iron Maiden pretty much sums up what's going on in my head right now. I started to get back into Eastern philosophy again. When I was younger I was obsessed with Eastern philosophy, besides horror, comics, music and ancient mythology being my many interest. I kept to myself as a kid so I had a lot of time to let my curiosity about different things roam. I'm pretty much all over the place today. I think I'll just leave with this quote: "As all living beings desire to be happy always, without misery, as in the case of everyone there is observed supreme love for one's self, and as happiness alone is the cause for love, in order to gain that happiness which is one's nature and which is experienced in the state of deep sleep where there is no mind, one should know one's self. For that, the path of knowledge, the inquiry of the form "Who am I?", is the principle means."-Ramana Maharshi

Sarcasm and bitterness will return soon, my sarcasm does not work on command. I just need to find the motivation to be sarcastic.

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Don't Piss On The Electric Fence
That's today's tip for the kids. Well I'm hanging in there. Trying to find some balance. That's the key. The path to inner harmony is in the middle, between all extremes, balance in all things. I'm still trying to get there. Buddha taught the Four Noble Truths, the first being that suffering plays a role in this existence. The second, suffering comes from the desire for pleasure. Selfish desires for possessions prevent us from opening our eyes to knowledge and truth. The third, freedom is attained by destroying desire. The fourth, the Eight Fold path leads to the end of selfishness and suffering, and leads to the attainment of perfect freedom and peace.

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Today's tip: Don't eat the yellow snow and look both ways before crossing the street.

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Today's tip: Don't eat the yellow snow and look both ways before crossing the street.

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Who's House.......? RUN'S HOUSE!!!!!!
Yeah that's right, besides old school rock and heavy metal, jazz, blues, and Latin percusion, I listen to Run-DMC, so fuck you. This week I've been listening to a lot of Run-DMC. Which is funny, cause I'll walk down the street in my ass hugging rocker jeans, Iron Maiden t-shirt, and MC singing "My Addidas" and people look at me in shock. I hung out with Ray last night. He just went through a fucked up break up with his girl friend. We went to our local spot in Park Slope and got fucked up. I'm fueled by lots of pints of beer right now. Buy backs fucking rule. Mary, you're my favorite bar tender in the world. Too bad you're married. Why are all the honest, real women taken? Why is it that the only person that I can be open to and talk about my deepest issues with, happens to be my bartender? Go figure . I don't think I've been a good person lately. I feel like I'm stuck in a perpetual cycle of emotionally self destructive behavior. I feel like I'll never be free. I don't like my outlook on life. Why is there no love in the world any more? Is romance dead? Why do people allow themselves to be treated like door mats. I just don't know..... Is there really a feeling so indescribable that a word like love can't even begin to describe it, putting it into words would only limit it. All I know is that I'm feeling the exact opposite and alcohol is not doing it any more. What can you do but cry for yesterday, which is a total waste of time. I'm one of those people who believes that happiness comes from within and you can't be right with others and the world until you're all right with yourself. I'm still trying, maybe tomorrow I can be a better person, maybe starting right now. It all starts with stopping with the "I can't" and thinking I can. Finding inner harmony is not an easy thing. It all becomes clear when you stop blaming all the external things and turn an introverted eye on yourself. It's a scary thing when you start facing the enemy within. A parting thought...... I remember reading once some thing about......It all seems limitless.....but how many times have you ever stopped to look at the night sky and gaze at the stars? How many more times will you look up at the stars in your life time? How many times have you watched a sun set or a sun rise? How many more times will you in your life time? Yet it all seems so limitless.

Current Mood: drunk

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Probono Publico
I attended a lecture today on Alice Kober. She was a graduate of the classical studies department at Hunter college during the 20's. She got her degree in classical Greek. She is the person responsible for the decipherment of Linear B, the language of the ancient Greek mainland during the Mycenaean period which lasted until about 1200-1100 B.C., until the Doric tribes swept in from the north. I went to the lecture with my friends Peter and Basilius, we're all classical cultural studies majors. Pete's an archaeology major, Basilius and I haven't decided if we are focusing on classical archaeology or ancient civilizations and classical culture. Afterwords we all went to Astoria and hung out. We talked about our interest in ancient civilizations, our classes in this field and our professors. We discussed what we we're planning on doing when we brake into the field. There's a lot of academic bullshit and politics involved with classical history and archaeology, so called "experts" who basically are trying to get some notice and an appearance on the history channel. We talked about that and forming our own group for classical studies, doing our own field archaeology and research. It seems like a fucking awesome idea, since Pete specializes in Greek and Roman civilization and my main area is studying the Ancient Near East(Mesopotamia, Sumer, ancient Palestine and Egypt). Besides, I'm used to office politics and bullshit, I spent two years of my life at a job dodging it. We talked about our archaeology classes and our Ancient Spectacles class. Next semester is going to be a bitch though, I'm starting ancient Greek an Latin, plus Mesopotamian archaeology and lots of other classes. I would like to thank Omar and John for being great people and just being there. For those about to rock, I salute you

Current Mood: relaxed

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I feel like an overfilled bottle
I'm sick and tired of feeling sick and tired. I can't sleep right anymore. I think I've reached such a point of detachment from life that I can't enjoy it anymore. Wow that's the first time I've really thought that out loud. I've been feeling so empty for such a long time that I can't even bring myself to feel angry anymore, even that's a feeling that I avoid now, I just feel very sad. These are feelings I really just keep to myself because I know people that have much worse problems then myself, my inability to climb out of depression is pretty minuscule compared to what most people I know go through. So I just keep it to myself and exist as my own island. I really don't know what to do with myself anymore. I just keep plugging on. Like I said I think whatever it is going on with me is pretty fucking petty compared to what people I know deal with, so I just try to listen to whatever is going on with them, and keep my problems to myself.

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About damn time!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Finally Giambi gets an RBI in a situation where it matters!!! Now let's see him do it in Seattle this weekend, against a team that is not serving the ball to him because he's their friend!

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Another Zeppelin taking off
Led Zeppelin- D'yer Mak'er

Oh oh oh oh oh oh
You don't have to go oh oh oh oh
You don't have to go oh oh oh oh
Baby please don't go

Ay ay ay ay ay
All those tears I cry ay ay ay ay ay
All those tears I cry ay ay ay ay ay
Baby please don't go

When I read the letter you wrote me
It made me mad mad mad
When I read the news it brought me
It made me sad sad sad
But I still love you so
I can't let you go
I love you-ooh baby I love you

Oh oh oh oh oh oh
Every breath I take oh oh oh oh oh
Every move I make oh oh oh oh oh
Baby please don't go

Ay ay ay ay ay ay
You hurt me to my soul ay ay ay ay ay
You hurt me to my soul ay ay ay ay ay
Darling please don't go

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Zeppelin for the kids
Led Zeppelin- Over the Hills and Far Away

Hey lady-you got the love I need
oh Maybe-more than enough
oh Darling Darling walk a while with me
-oh you've got so much-

Many I have loved
Many times been bitten
many times I've gazed
Along the open road

Many times I've lied
Many times I've listened
Many times I've wondered
How much there is to know

Many dreams come true
And some have silver linings
I live for my dream
And a pocketful of gold

Mellow is the man
Who knows what he's been missing
Many many men
Can't see the open road

Many is the word
That only leaves you guessing
Guessing 'bout a thing
You really ought to know
You really ought to know

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Krinkle Krinkle
I had an overall great week. Thursday is a day that I never would have believed. At school I was standing around with my friends Solomon and the Oster, doing our usual loitering after class. A very kind old man, who's descendants shall be blessed from here on, walked up to us and gave us two tickets to that night's Yankee/Oriole game. This kind, most beneficent, kick ass man was a season ticket holder and couldn't make that night's game. So he handed us the tickets, and we all did the dance of joy. Actually we stood around in disbelief that we could have that kind of luck. The Oster couldn't go, so Sol and I bid him farewell and ran like it was saturday night and the liquor store was closing. Sol lives near the stadium, which really helped because we were able to drop our bags off at his house and then get over to Yankee Stadium. Nothing can really describe our experience there. It was one of those once in a life time stories of some average fans that's a part of the fabric of sports lore. We could not believe our luck, our seats were at field level, six rows up from the Yankees dugout, by this point we felt like little kids. David Wells was on the mound, mowing down batters, the Yank's had a two run lead by the second inning. I can't even get my thoughts strait describing how awesome the experience was. Solomon was going nuts, which is shocking because he's a quiet person. When Robin Ventura made a bad play in the forth, throwing to first instead of getting the runner at home, Solomon stood up and gave him the finger and cursed him out. Needless to say we were so close to the field and the dugout, that Ventura was looking right at us and was probably traumatized, cause Solomon went off on him. We abused all the fake fans who normally are able to afford these seats, that real fans like Sol and I would sell our dead grandmothers gold teeth for(Suicidal Tendencies reference for the kids!). The Yank's took a 8-4 lead into the 8th. During the 8th when all the fake fans that could afford to sit in our section got up to leave(because the Yankees had the win well in hand, and they're fucking posers!), Sol and I upgraded our seating to three rows behind the dugout, this day just kept getting even more fucking awesome. Then in the 9th we heard "Enter Sandman" playing, Solomon and I were Jumping cause we knew Mariano Rivera was coming to close this mother fucker out! I got to see Rivera pitch a lights out 9th inning up close. I was in heaven!!!!!!!!!!! After the game, Sol and I stood there to see all the players go out on to the field. I got to see El Duque again and I completely marked out for Bernie Williams and Rivera. Rivera heard Sol and I chanting his name, he looked up smiled and threw the game ball to me!!! One problem, Rivera's main pitch is a cut fastball. The ball cut to my right and over my head, I almost caught, one got damn inch out of my reach cause I had to jump to right for it. Instead an old couple that sat two rows back to the right of us, who looked exactly like Stew and Helen Hart caught it!!!! I lost a game ball from Mariano Rivera to Stew and Helen heart!!!!!! I can't complain though, it was an unbelievable day. I would really like to thank the kind man who gave us those tickets. It will be one of the most memorable days of my life!!! I'm still excited and sure that I left out some details, like Sol and I almost making Jason Giambi cry when I called him Jack Clark junior and Sol told him he sucked and we want Tino back. Sol was going fucking nuts that whole game, Thursday ruled. Once again I would like to thank the gentleman who gave us those Tickets, I'm even going to write a letter to Ken Singleton in the YES broadcast booth to see if they could thank him on the air for me.

Current Mood: groggy

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"Chango, mondogo, mofongo, bacalao, chuleta, chancleta panti pa'fuera"-John Leguizamo

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Nice for the kids
"Today is great, tomorrow should be great too! Let's look forward to it." -Fez

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success, but managed to have a huge cult following in the 70's and were always huge in Europe. UFO influenced alot of recognized guitarist in the 80's, from Kirk Hammett to Slash, Adrian Smith. Joe Satriani, Steve Vai, Dave Mustaine, and just about any hard rocker who grew up in the 70's and early 80's.
El Duque has already started his quest for the Cy Young, pitching 8 shutout innings. Good for him, sticking it to all the beat writers who made Sterling Hitchcock out to be the next Ron Guidry. Mariano Rivera still lights out!!! Rivera fucking rocks, and is my role model(besides Kirk Hammett) for the dignity he carries himself with.


"Mother Mother Mary, try'n to make some changes"

Current Mood: drunk

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Spare bottles of Vodka lying around? Make some explosives!!

Take the What Explosive am I? quiz by PhoenixSpirit001

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Tino! Tino! Tino!
I will be the first person to say, even though I am really drunk right now, that Tino Martinez got the same shaft that Don Mattingly got in 95. Donnie Baseball, the only bright light in a dismal 80's decade for the Yank's, got the shaft in 1995, when Bob Watson had the nerve to tell him sign or else, and like the dignified great he is.... He walked with his pride. Tino Martinez, who more then stepped in to fill the void, got the same shaft last november when the Yankees informed him they were going after Jason Giambi. After today's performance by him, all I can say is , fuck him and fuck George Steinbrenner. They let go of Tino for this?!!!!!!!! Fuck Jason Giambi, Tino Martinez at least had a decent glove besides great contact hitting.
While I'm at it, Bernie Williams is the man, he is the modern day Roberto Clemente, without all the cool stats. He still is a premier center fielder, and fuck all those assholes who said he was not worth the money, because he's a Puerto Rican player. That crap made me sick when he was up for a new deal. Why cause his last name isn't O'Neil? Yeah remember all those people having shit fits last year when everyone thought the Yankees were going to bring in Manny Ramirez and not bring back O'Neil? Don't get me wrong, Paul O'Neil is a true warrior and I rank him up there with Mattingly as a true Yankee great of my time, but when It came to Bernie..... HE'S NOT WORTH THE MONEY!!!! Fuck all those closeminded assholes, Bernie is a great ball player and a decent human being. Bernie Williams rocks, and I don't give a flying shit what a few backwords assholes have to say.
Now my last rant. Orlando Hernandez, a great pitcher who has turned out to be one of the best post season pitchers of the past 3 years. What happens, he gets shafted with a low contract, just in case the Yankee's want to trade him. Sterling Hitchcock, who is nothing but horrible, gets 12 million for two years. Funny that Hernandez and David Wells are the only pitchers to have consistent spring trainings. El Duque rocked all spring and had to fight for a spot that should have been his based on 4 years of fantastic pitching. Where's Hitchcock? On the DL with a 10+ ERA, that's a fucking Cy Young winner, huh? I hope Bernie get's MVP, Orlando Hernandez gets a Cy Young, and Tino Martinez gets that gold glove he's deserved for 6 years + NL MVP. I don't care what any one has to fucking say about it.

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A Sad day
I just heard that longtime Ozzy drummer, Randy Castillo, died last night. I'm saddened to hear that he lost his longtime battle with cancer after an apparent remission a few months ago. Randy was a fucking awesome drummer. I'm really depressed now that another of my childhood staples has passed on. I'm still in shock over the death of one of my childhood heroes, Paul Ballof, of Exodus. It's sad that people who cared so much for their music die, while so many superficial, outright fake, "artist" continue on raking in fortunes, for putting out products they don't even care about. Randy my prayers go out to your family and loved ones, and may you be a half hour in heaven before the devil knows you're dead.

Current Mood: melancholy

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