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[Apr. 4th, 2006|10:27 pm] |
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| | manic street preachers - found that soul | ] |
Allo allo, i just wanted to say, my belly button makes a passable pen holder. Thank you. This is what i discovered while doing my math homework.
BEEP. |
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[Mar. 8th, 2006|06:25 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  mellow | ] |
| [ | music |
| | the white water siren - tea party | ] |
Its been a while...may as well get it crackin again. School is done for me. I have absolutely no respect for classes at the moment, i'm getting there half an hour late, and day dreaming for the rest of it. Getting up is such a chore and such a struggle. Kevin has no self control, and will not awake from slumber unless pulled out of bed. I had work due today, instead i was "too late to go to class" and spent the rest of the day sitting or standing. BORING ENTRY. Time to spice it up (BREAK IT DOWN/REMIX/I'M SO GHETTO)!
what ....is he hiding? HIS RIGHT THIGH OF COURSE. |
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[Feb. 13th, 2006|12:05 am] |
| [ | mood |
| |  tired | ] |
| [ | music |
| | 3030 - deltron 3030 | ] |
All play and no work makes kevin a sad boy (at midnight the day before it is due). Yes yes, everyone warned me. But why is play...so..FUN? DAMN! My future is a lottery. Which is kind of like a game. I like playing too much. WHAT AM I DOING ON LIVEJOURNAL??? |
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[Feb. 11th, 2006|11:41 pm] |
I have been TAGGED, and i am it. I didn't even get a chance to run away. Here we go..this is a first for me.
Name ten of life's simple pleasures that you like most, then pick ten people to do the same. Try to be original and creative and not to use things that someone else has already used.(mike style!)
10) doing good deeds...baby deer back of taxi-cab births...saving the world..etc.(but then i feel kind of stupid, as in i'm doing good things to feel good about doing them? so that i can tell myself i am a good person?? i feel guilty about such feelings and question the validity of my goodness)
9) being part of something bigger then myself, (teams, band..choir?)
8) curling up on the carpet when the sun is entering through the window (like a cat!)
7) laughing party (i laugh, you laugh, we all fall down)
6) walking while listening to music i love (the music that emotionally connects with me)
5) lying outside and watching the clouds move(summer)/feeling the snow fall (winter)
4) waking up and listening to the birds outside my window (there is a nest right outside, along with chirping baby birds, and mother birdy building the nest)
3) infiltrating groups of people with my chameleon skills
2) talking to people i like. (people who don't know what they're talking about annoy me, as well as people who talk 24/7 with nothing amusing or intelligent to say)
1) I LIKE FEELING GOOD. ITS FUN.
I HAVE NO ONE TO TAG! |
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[Feb. 10th, 2006|12:35 pm] |
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SO its friday and its noon and i'm sitting at home. Ran into homeless man after semi, who seemed non threatening enough, so i decided to help his cause. There was a curt "have a good night" exchanged, and that was that. On my way home i kind of wish i had a longer conversation with him. I don't know why, but it would have been nice. |
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[Dec. 29th, 2005|12:24 pm] |
my cell phone starts ringing...
"hello?"
"hi may i speak to kevin yu please."
"yees? speaking"
"Oh hi, i was wondering whether you would like to partake in a game of risk at my residence today."
"....yeah.....i would love to, buut i'm kind of sitting in brooklyn."
"...oh that would be a problem."
and that was that. so i have spent alot of time at my cousin's house, playing with a certain dog named Tiger. He has a tendancy of waking you up at 8am with his tongue and whimpering in your ear. thats what i get for sleeping in the living room. everyone has vacated the residence off on shopping expeditions, and i am sitting around doing who knows what. I went swimming at the local ymca yesterday, which was quite embarressing. There were three open lanes, one labelled fast, one medium, and one slow. There is no tom foolery with this swimming pool. After months of inactivity, four laps had my heart beat visible via chest, my breathing rapid, and my knees aching. I took a breather at the end of the lane, when an old woman swam up.
"You can go on ahead." i tell her (hiding my physical ineptness with politeness)
"its alright, you're faster, go right ahead."
damn. was she mocking me? i had to go to not let her show me up. You must know though, that i had not gone swimming in the past four years, and i had forgotten most if not all swimming technique. Towards the end, my right hamstring was seizing up and i was swimming with three limbs. Afterwards at the showers there was a line of old naked people. One of them was sitting on a chair apparently sleeping. Bad. It was bad. I felt like throwing up...but that was because i was hungry.
The best part of christmas was not the presents, but the loving.
next on the list, new years? perhaps. |
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[Dec. 12th, 2005|02:41 am] |
| Guys Like That You're Fun | 
You're the type of girl guys brag about knowing
That's because you're cool, funny, and laid back
You're smart enough to know how to be one of the guys
But flirty enough to know how to make them all want you |
i win! |
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[Dec. 11th, 2005|08:46 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  distressed | ] |
it was snowing today, and it was nice. i saw the chronicles of narnia, which was not so nice. i dooon't know what i am saying right now, but well i felt like waving. i couldn't drop math, i tried and they laughed at me. they asked me "what do you want to do? decorating?" and laughed some more. i ran out with tears running down my face and when i got outside i fell to my knees and shouted "WHYYYY???!!!!"
then i collapsed in a pile of filth and sobbed. i had a strange dream where i was taking turns with a fifty year old man drinking cranberry flavoured juice out of a tube, but he knew what he was doing so he was teaching me and showing me how to do it. many things hurt in life, one of which is running your hand along pointy metal protrutions on pillow cases. it drew a bit of blood from me, but i gave it such a beating. My grandmother tricked me again. She gave me a jar, with what appeared to be raisins in it.
when i put one in my mouth i tasted:
1. sour
2. salty
now, i don't know what kind of raisins most people have, but the ones i eat do not taste like either of those. after smelling the jar suspiciously i decided the only logical explanations were either:
1. the raisins had gone horribly wrong
or
2. they were not raisins at all, but like...dried...prunes
to explain the saltyness, i smelt the jar and recieved a whiff of...peanuts. my guess is they were salt covered when they occupied the jar, and left me a nice surprise when they left. |
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[Dec. 5th, 2005|03:43 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  discontent | ] |
| [ | music |
| | stars - calender girl | ] |
Arriving at school 11, ran into bobster kettle who thought i was
skipping. I explained i was merely an hour late to his second
period class. Went to drama, ran around looking for props, class
finished and I went... home. Msn will be the death of me,
and is the source of all procrastination, so i will boycott it for
tonight so that i may start and complete my english essay (i decided to
start all over again because i hate everything i write) of course
before i arrived home i delayed some more by going to the library, and
picking up stars and feist cd. I left my bag at bhamrs
house.
( Let me explain my tardiness yesterday for sara's party )
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[Nov. 27th, 2005|11:16 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | discontent | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Quay Cur - te fiery furnaces | ] |
Bonlut, tis me kefan. I've decided to once again document my life as it goes, although not so amusing it will server well in allowing me to reflect on what i have done with my days (and to laugh at myself).
Today, was the dress rehearsal for Arabiaaan Nights ooooooh. Rudely awakened this fine sunday morning by my parents yelling "get a haircut!", i stumbled into ze school for Arabian niggghts rehearsl 15 minutes tardy.
Today was the day we got our make-up done for the first time in the show. Eyeliner/blush/foundation/eyeshadow strangely brings out the feminin features of my face apparently; as stated to me many times by my fellow male actors.
Smoke machine is fun, but smells strange and i cannot see a thing. We got super yelled at by our directors after the run through because some people suck (ie. ms. kish, and bad bad actors/singers). Second run, we set the friggin fire alarm off. Outside was very cold in no shoes. Snow seems to attack bare feet mercilessly. Firemen came and were sorely dissapointed. I want their axe so i can throw it at the kishonator.
Bhamr slamr (aka benedikt) wants us to do shorelines 7/4 for christmas, but we've spent two practices on almost crimes already and i don't know if we have enough time to change direction.
HOW BORING this entry is. i'm sorry i'll get the hang of it soon! I promise! AGHHHHHHHHHHHH so bad.... TOTAL BRAIN MELTDOWN IN 5...4...3...2..1 IF A MONKEY HAD A SHOE AND HE PUT IT IN HIS STEW, HOW MANY SHOES WOULD HE HAVE? HE WOULD HAVE YOUUUUU. >:( please forgive this sad display. it is kevin in his darkest hour (thats around midnight) and i am slipping in and out of insanity. My parents are selling the store, i'm kind of sad. They want to see the show. That makes me VERY sad. |
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