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[14 Jul 2009|10:21pm] |
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....life is good but old memories still make me sad. we had it good back in the day. my life HAS been pretty damn good. sometimes i have a hard time realizing that. instead of longing for the past, i think i am finally beginning to feel grateful for all the good experiences ive had and am continuing to have. there is a TON of stuff that i miss, people, periods in my life, but thats all a part of life isnt it? moving on and continuing to LIVE and meet new people and form new relationships.
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[20 Jun 2009|09:55am] |
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so then STOP getting played (cause you are!!) and come back!
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[14 Mar 2009|07:40pm] |
recently ive been drinking more than i intend to when i go out and i think i know why. i think im subconsciously subduing certain desires that are better not discussed out in the open like on livejournal.
so the question is, are these desires driven by some type of psychological defect? i dont think so.
i think what i want to do is what any educated, free thinking individual would want to do once he or she opened their eyes and saw the truth about the events occurring every day around the world. when it comes to political happenings there are absolutely no "mistakes" or "chance"
just remember that people. look around and simply follow the money trail and it will answer all your questions as to "why".
many of our peers are wrapped up in you know who's cult of personality, just like stalin had, just like hitler's following.
wake up motherfuckers. shit is going to get ugly.
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[30 Jan 2009|08:47am] |
you think i want that shit again? please. want not need not.
the only thing i want is money money money money money money money money money!
and another thing, im definitely better off being single.
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[22 Jan 2009|08:36am] |
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wahh wah wah keep crying you stupid bitch.
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[11 Jan 2009|02:58am] |
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i cant wait to finish my BA... maybe ill go to UNAM for graduate school? that might be sweeeeeeeeeeeet. ive always been the type of person to not only do what i want, but to ESPECIALLY do what i want when others say i cant or that its a bad idea. i cant wait to give a big FUCK YOU to all those people once i feel i have made something of my self.
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[30 Dec 2008|03:13pm] |
well ive felt kind of blah this vacation, but i have reevaluated my goals, and my expectations of people. i just rode my bike for an hour and lifted for half an hour. i feel pretty good about that. i think nonstop high intensity work outs are the way to go from now on. lets see how that works out.
and i already feel the mood difference. when i would go jogging i wouldnt really feel AWESOME afterward, because it gave me too much time to think.
doing it like this just forces your self to get into that zone even quicker where you arent thinking about anything and your body is just working like a machine.
i feel fucking good. now if i could just stop my self from eating too much crap....
on another note, life is awesome if you have the right perspective. i think the right perspective (for this point in my life anyway..) is not giving a fuck. not about anyone else except my self anyway.
hopefully new years wont be lame. i havent had a good new years in like... a long as time. actually since 2007 in mexicooo. maybe next year..
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[29 Dec 2008|04:06pm] |
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fuckkkkkkkk. back in the day when everyone was all "fuck new rochelle" i loved it. i loved it here....but now something just isnt right.
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[28 Dec 2008|03:11am] |
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one last thing.. god bless Machiavelli. his perception and understanding of how evil men work is a true testament to the good in man. as they say, Machiavelli did not have one Machiavellian bone in his body.
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[28 Dec 2008|03:00am] |
so ive asked my self, what is the real reason that i want to leave new rochelle and move to mexico? is it because i genuinely believe that life is better there?(given that i find some way to support my self financially...a difficult thing, especially there) or is it because i want to escape whatever my subconscious perceives to be detrimental to my well-being....that being something in new rochelle. here.
i have come to the conclusion that it dosnt really matter. it dosnt matter what the true reason for motivation is, what matters is the motivation...period....and my motivation is to have the ideal life that i have envisioned for my self.
so, without further a due... here is my (loose) 4 year plan:
1. Transfer credits from Iona to WCC to get my Associates.
2. Finish my BA(or BS..) from Iona
3. Get my MBA
4. God willing, find a way to be financially secure and relocate to jiquilpan...
fuck this place. fuck anyone who dosnt support me. and fuck anyone who stands in my way.
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[24 Dec 2008|01:24pm] |
well another year has gone by, and 2008 has been one shitty fucking year.
but all the bad shit that has happened, friends dieing, family getting sick, etc etc... im thankful to be able to spend christmas with my family.
and im also grateful for my loving girlfriend who has been hella shady this week but im sure its just because there is nothing to do...
all i really need is to do better in school and find a job. merry christmas.
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[08 Dec 2008|09:24am] |
…a typical scam[:] A cartel member… volunteered to become a DEA informant for pay. A few weeks later the “informant” reached out to his DEA handlers and told them that a major drug shipment, a million dollars of marijuana, hidden inside a battered blue truck, would be coming across the border at a specific time and place. When H-hour arrived, the blue truck showed up at the border just as the informant said it would, and dozens of agents converged on it. They began to dismantle the truck, and to their glee, they quickly found the stash, hidden in a false fuel tank… To all appearances, it looked like a government victory.
In truth, however, the whole event had been staged. The marijuana truck was driven by a stooge, a yokel the cartel had set up to be caught. The marijuana itself was real, but to the cartel, its loss represented a cost-effective trade: one million dollars in lost pot in exchange for a major border distraction. A few minutes after the blue marijuana truck entered the border crossing station, the cartel’s real truck, a sleek commercial eighteen-wheeler packed with more than one hundred million dollars of cocaine, entered the same facility five or six lanes away. Normally the truck would have received close scrutiny, but that was now impossible, for virtually all the inspectors on duty were busy dismantling the decoy marijuana truck and arresting its startled drive, who had probably been told the inspectors would be bribed. The small amount of inspectors who remained at their regular posts were totally distracted, watching to see if the lucky agents crawling all over the blue truck would get a bust. When the cartel’s truck pulled up in the inspection lane, the inspector took a cursory look. All he saw were boxes of Mexican vegetables, bound for US tables, loaded professionally in a truck that appeared to belong to a respected American carrier. The inspector asked a few routine questions and then waved the truck through.
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[08 Dec 2008|12:02am] |
resume frenzy.
possible job: going to bars placing bartender school graduates.....ie getting paid to drink.
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[04 Dec 2008|10:32pm] |
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ALONE
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[02 Dec 2008|11:44pm] |
you know what else sucks? i wont be in mexico for new years.
BOOOOO!!!!
infeliz año nuevo...
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