tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-50421952011-04-21T23:21:11.918-04:00...a flicker of flameMe in a nutshell... or my thoughts on the internet... or me pretending to care about the environment.. or some other bsYoosukhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15194450236057208396noreply@blogger.comBlogger641100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042195.post-1106537055337422072005-01-23T21:55:00.000-05:002005-01-23T22:24:15.336-05:00Sex: I Enjoy It
There's nothing I could say
To make you try to feel okay
And nothing you could do
To stop me feeling the way I do
And if the chance should happen
That I never see you again
Just remember that I'll always love you
-Badly Drawn Boy, "A Minor Incident"
Do you know what phrase really makes me laugh? Okay, well a lot of phrases make me laugh. Dingleberries, to name one. But the one Yoosukhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15194450236057208396noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042195.post-1099978327544031372004-11-09T01:20:00.000-05:002004-11-09T00:32:07.543-05:00Dreaming Again
I can see what you see
But is it worth it to me?
The same old conversation
Over and over and over
-Default, "Sick and Tired"
Today I met the girl of my dreams. She could have been the one. She was hot. She was with her mom. She was deaf and she was mute. I think it would really have worked out between us. I mean lets look at the positive points.
1. She was helping her mom shop.Yoosukhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15194450236057208396noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042195.post-1099283841176612622004-10-31T23:37:00.000-05:002004-10-31T23:39:05.350-05:00 Mental Vomit
What have I become truth is nothing yet
A simple mistake starts the hardest time
I promise I'll do anything you ask...this time
-Snow Patrol, "Chocolate"
Hey everyone. Those of you that still visit this site will appreciate that I don't have much time to just write these blog entries. So in the interest of getting another entry out, this will be written in the a more "stream ofYoosukhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15194450236057208396noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042195.post-1099103480086871382004-10-29T21:44:00.000-04:002004-10-31T22:43:48.296-05:00Dawn Of The Dead
The days get shorter and the nights get cold.
I like the autumn but this place is getting old.
-Modest Mouse, "The World At Large"
So I guess I'm dead. This comes as quite a shock to me. I'm dealing with it well however. I find that death is a lot like being stuck in Indianapolis with no internet. That, my friends, is a metaphor. Or simile. Whatever. I'm dead I can't be Yoosukhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15194450236057208396noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042195.post-1082889906799926062004-04-25T06:45:00.000-04:002004-04-25T06:49:11.233-04:00When I See You Smiling
Cause I'm sick of not living
To stay alive
Leave me alone
I'm not asking a lot
I just don't want to be controlled
That's all I want
-Offspring, "All I Want"
I had a moment of clarity. I suppose things do seem a lot simpler when you wake up face down in the shower in a pool of your vomit. You realize and think about all the things people have told you. I didn't know why IYoosukhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15194450236057208396noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042195.post-1082018609613946932004-04-15T04:43:00.000-04:002004-04-15T04:47:20.700-04:00You're Not Going to Believe This
Tonight your soul sleeps,
but one day you will feel real pain,
maybe then you will see me as I am,
A fragile wreck on a storm of emotion
-Anathema, "Fragile Dreams"
So I had this crazy dream the other day... (A Trip Thru My Subconscious - Fade Out)
(Fade In)
It starts out in a field. I'm not sure how I got there. I'm pretty sure it involves the Bundy kids fromYoosukhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15194450236057208396noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042195.post-1081457548292999532004-04-08T16:52:00.000-04:002004-04-08T16:56:10.686-04:00Are You Not Entertained?!
Seems like I've been here before
Seems so familiar
Seems like I'm slipping
Into a dream within a dream
-Tool, "Sweat"
Sometimes the worst thing about having nothing going on in your life is having to write about it for everyone else to read on the internet. That being said, I'll get right to my meandering and disjointed narrative of the last month in my life.
Like Yoosukhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15194450236057208396noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042195.post-1077277790152605542004-02-20T06:49:00.000-05:002004-02-20T06:52:28.653-05:00In My Reality, You're the Star
...and I've been thinking
it hurts me thinking that these nights
when we were drinking
no, they never got us anywhere
-Something Corporate, "Konstantine"
If there's two things that really piss me off, it's women on reality TV shows and babies. They're very similar actually. They both have soft, creamy skin, demand attention 100% of the time, and they cry a lot. Yoosukhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15194450236057208396noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042195.post-1076568118974880162004-02-12T01:41:00.000-05:002004-02-12T15:51:08.343-05:00"Its a secret... I'm drunk!"
My Funny Valentine
Everyone keeps asking, what's it all about?
I used to be so certain and I can't figure out
What is this attraction? I only feel the pain
There's nothing left to reason and only you to blame
Will it ever change?
-Duncan Sheik, "Barely Breathing"
Yay, it's almost Valentine's day! My second favorite and sometimes third favorite (leap years) day inYoosukhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15194450236057208396noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042195.post-1074596574989988362004-01-20T06:02:00.000-05:002004-01-20T06:12:29.280-05:00Frosty Dependance
By every sigh and scream we make
All the feelings that I get
But I still don't miss you yet
Only when I start to think about it
I hate everything about you
Why do I love you?
-Three Days Grace, "I Hate Everything About You"
There are times in your life when you realize that you are not like other people.
I was watching a commercial for Ivy Tech or some-such crap about Yoosukhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15194450236057208396noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042195.post-1074125918016233762004-01-14T19:18:00.000-05:002004-01-14T21:40:34.623-05:00When I Wish Upon A Star
I don't go around regretting things that don't happen.
-Virgil Thomson
I guess the theme of my Christmas break this year was... family. Go figure. I found myself spending a lot of time with my family and oddly enjoying it. I know what you're thinking, "Oh no! Yoosuk's going to become well-adjusted and come to terms with all his family related neuroses!" Well never Yoosukhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15194450236057208396noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042195.post-1071678797343805422003-12-17T11:33:00.000-05:002003-12-17T11:35:45.500-05:00Rumours of My Death
Teach Yourself Ignorance
-A. Earnshaw
Sorry I haven't been around, but I've been busy. That's what happens when you're a non-famous, non-rich, non-happening person like I am. The demands on my time are finite and yet I can't seem to find time to therapeutically release my mental vomit into the waste disposal unit that is the internet. Regardless here I am. Appropriately, Yoosukhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15194450236057208396noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042195.post-1070539183278674522003-12-04T06:59:00.000-05:002003-12-04T07:00:38.700-05:00I Wanna Check Into That Hotel
Unable to discriminate what they really need, become hyperactive, unable to say "no" to themselves, throwing self into constant activity. Uninhibited, doing and saying whatever comes to mind: storytelling, flamboyant exaggerations, witty wise-cracking, performing. Fear being bored: in perpetual motion, but do too many things — many ideas but little follow through.Yoosukhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15194450236057208396noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042195.post-1069320979405622772003-11-20T04:36:00.000-05:002003-11-20T04:37:42.950-05:00El Three Three Tee
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.
-William Butler Yeats, "The Second Coming"
Who came up with the terms "boyfriend" and "girlfriend"? I'm pretty sure there couldn't be a more confusing term for the person that one is seeing romantically. The obvious problem being that many people have friends belonging to one of the genders Yoosukhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15194450236057208396noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042195.post-1069192402831623372003-11-18T16:53:00.000-05:002003-11-18T16:53:56.763-05:00You Are The Wicket To My Chirpa
Come to my soul dressed in white, like a branch
Of bleeding roses and cups of ashes,
Come with an apple and a horse,
Because there is a dark room there and a broken candelabra,
Some twisted chairs that wait for winter,
And a dead dove with a number.
-Pablo Neruda, "Ode with a Lament"
Did you hear that?
This is a long one. That’s just a warning for you whiny Yoosukhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15194450236057208396noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042195.post-1067999694973643202003-11-04T21:34:00.000-05:002003-11-04T21:35:11.200-05:00Choose Your Razor or DIE!
I'm lifting you up
I'm letting you down
I'm dancing til dawn
I'm fooling around
I'm not giving up
I'm making your love
This city's made us crazy and we must get out
-Maroon 5, "Must Get Out"
Mankind's days on Earth are numbered. The end is near. We as a race have stopped caring enough to improve the human condition. Stagnation and eventual deterioration of our speciesYoosukhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15194450236057208396noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042195.post-1067811788426387232003-11-02T17:23:00.000-05:002003-11-02T17:27:25.856-05:00If Denial Is A River Then Call Me A Slut
What do I do when lightning strikes me
and I wake to find that you're not there?
-Elton John, "Sorry Seems to be the Hardest Word"
My room smells like dead animals. I don't think this is terrible because after several hours in my room I don't notice it anymore. Proving once again, that laziness can overcome any obstacle. This situation, however, cannot Yoosukhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15194450236057208396noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042195.post-1066986974835158512003-10-24T05:16:00.000-04:002003-10-24T05:16:15.920-04:00Scoring Digits!
You don't know me,
But you make me so happy.
-Tommy Tutone, "Jenny (867-5309)"
Have you ever wondered if you could fly? If you really believed? Maybe the only thing holding us back is our own insecurities. Maybe if we dared to have faith we could transcend our earthly bindings. Somewhere out there people must believe. And somewhere out there someone will die of a 12 story fall Yoosukhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15194450236057208396noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042195.post-1066636937314706072003-10-20T04:02:00.000-04:002003-10-20T04:02:17.483-04:00Kill Me, I'm All Alone
You didn't think it would be that easy did you?
-Lucy Liu, "Kill Bill Vol.2"
Well its been a weekend. Notice the lack of descriptor for weekend.
Friday can be summed up in one moment. I walk into my room. Loud music. Drinking games. Women! Looks like a party! Wait... wait just a second. Who are these people? Who is this girl downloading shit on my computer? Who is thatYoosukhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15194450236057208396noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042195.post-1066217101216672952003-10-16T23:27:00.000-04:002003-10-16T23:27:40.930-04:00CONGRATULATIONS! You Win Nothing!
Comments are the fuel that powers new entries.
-Ray Pawulich
Announcing my winners of my Comment on My Site contest:
FOR MOST COMMENTS OVERALL:
RAY PAWULICH
FOR MOST PROMPT COMMENT:
RAY PAWULICH
FOR MOST SARCASTIC COMMENTS:
CHRISTY DODGE (this was close, sorry Ray)
FOR MOST COMMENTS ON ONE ENTRY:
RAY PAWULICH, CHRISTY DODGE (Whore, sorry double posts Yoosukhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15194450236057208396noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042195.post-1066213928254023412003-10-15T06:32:00.000-04:002003-10-15T07:00:18.440-04:00It's Rotting My Brain!
You make me smile with my heart.
Your looks are laughable,
Unphotographable.
Yet, you're my favorite work of art.
-Frank Sinatra, "My Funny Valentine"
Since my purchase of a TV this semester, I've noticed a few things.
Number one, I was delighted to watch the MTV Bash of Carson Daly. An hour of Carson Daly bashing that I think should simply have ended with Ashton Yoosukhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15194450236057208396noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042195.post-1066027944608783802003-10-13T02:52:00.000-04:002003-10-13T02:52:24.026-04:00Computer Envy
I guess I’m a real asshole. All this time I thought I was kinda cool, but I guess I’ve been a douche bag all along.
-Carson Daly
So anyway, I'm writing this blog entry on my uncle's pimped out 19" LCD monitor that's attached to a 2.6 Gigahertz processing beast. I feel inadequate, like at any moment this computer will realize where I've been and what computer I keep at home. "Yoosukhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15194450236057208396noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042195.post-1065775995827973832003-10-10T04:53:00.000-04:002003-10-10T04:53:31.003-04:00Filler
You're the hand that spins my revolver
When you push me away
-Revis, "Spin"
I was going to post on this blog, but I'm feeling melancholy. So I decided to instead post a poem on my other cleverly named blog that I keep for that crap (And "yes" that's the best clue you will ever get to finding the address of that blog). For now I will leave you with a list of things I want to do right nowYoosukhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15194450236057208396noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042195.post-1065686484226581962003-10-09T04:01:00.000-04:002003-10-09T04:02:54.356-04:00Arnold Will Rule the World! THE GOVERNATOR!
...and I'm the only politician to demand to have Arnold Schwarzenagger tarred and feathered.
-Duke from "The Critic"
Sorry I haven't posted since the weekend. In my defense, I wrote an entry on Saturday evening. Well... I started to write an entry before I fell asleep on my keyboard and Ruch found me and pointed out that I'd typed enough V's for the Yoosukhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15194450236057208396noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042195.post-1064991750018606932003-10-01T03:02:00.000-04:002003-10-01T03:02:30.160-04:002 Drunk 2 Cold
"In the sausage milking barn, that's where they turn sausage milk into baloney."
-Pete in a moment of clarity at Pizza Hut
I wasn't going to write a blog entry tonight but when I turned on the TV the Carson Daly talk show was on. This wouldn't normally necessitate comment. However, this is the first thing I heard:
Wanda Sikes: Its about being drunk at the right place, at the Yoosukhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15194450236057208396noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042195.post-1064734753621106212003-09-28T03:39:00.000-04:002003-09-28T03:39:13.280-04:00On Sobriety, Sorority Girls, and Superpowers
A woman drove me to drink and I didn't even have the decency to thank her.
-W.C. Fields
So, this weekend has been a uniquely sober one. I spent most of Friday night convincing girls that I was sober. Go figure. This is not a problem a person should have. I don't think it's a compliment that no one believes that I'm sober when I'm drinking Pepsi all Yoosukhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15194450236057208396noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042195.post-1064613561457712432003-09-26T17:59:00.000-04:002003-09-26T17:59:37.620-04:00Punching the Waterbra
You punch me, I punch back. I do not believe it's good for ones self-respect to be a punching bag.
-Victor Hugo
On the upside, the other day a girl (whose name I don't know) punched me! When I asked her why, she replied, "I have no idea why I did that." She was obviously flirting with me. My magnetic personality is drawing women (along with their fists) to me. Sometimes Yoosukhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15194450236057208396noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042195.post-1064475590595734862003-09-25T03:39:00.000-04:002003-09-25T03:40:38.956-04:00Of Men and Buildings
I always felt that the great high privilege, relief and comfort of friendship was that one had to explain nothing.
-Katherine Mansfield
Let me tell you the story of a boy, nay a man, a man who defied all odds and reached a plateau that only the daring can dream about. This mighty story begins on the blasted landscape that is the Purdue University campus. Within the kinda Yoosukhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15194450236057208396noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042195.post-1064384109929893482003-09-24T02:15:00.000-04:002003-09-24T02:15:26.320-04:00Gravity is Increasing on Me
I am become death, the destroyer of worlds.
-J. Robert Oppenheimer
What a girl wants? How should I know? That's ridiculous. Let's talk about something simpler. If Time/Space can be thought of as a fabric and each individual object with gravity as existing as a weight that bends the fabric, then as the gravity of an object increases to infinity the object can be Yoosukhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15194450236057208396noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042195.post-1064212681244846432003-09-22T02:38:00.000-04:002003-09-22T02:38:00.896-04:00Poor Humphrey Bogart
The bitterest tears shed over graves are for words left unsaid and for deeds left undone.
-Harriet Beecher Stowe, "Little Foxes"
Today I learned that I'm an asshole. Wait! Quick edit, replace the word "learned" with "was reminded". Actually what I did learn was the myriad of ways in which I can be an asshole. I'm learning every day, again and painfully again! I'm really Yoosukhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15194450236057208396noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042195.post-1064049328962423922003-09-20T05:15:00.000-04:002003-09-20T15:19:02.376-04:00Tortured Poet The Sequel
I look at the world
and I notice it's turning
while my guitar gently weeps
with every mistake we must
surely be learning
-Beatles,"While My Guitar Gently Weeps"
::::(EDITED AND CENSORED FOR DRUNKENESS)::::
Life is good. Sex is an act. Love is fragile. Time passes. Memories are forever.
Random Memory:
I wrote a love letter to Andrea Koen in the 3rd Grade but I was Yoosukhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15194450236057208396noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042195.post-1064006336594520902003-09-19T17:18:00.000-04:002003-09-19T17:18:56.503-04:00Crazy?! I Wish
Everywhere I go I find a poet has been there before me.
-Sigmund Freud
Sometimes I wish I had multiple personalities. Then when I felt lonely, I could just talk to myself. When I'm sad, I'd simply become someone who didn't hurt so bad. When I'm angry, I'd simply change into someone who didn't give a damn. I could be everything I wanted to be. That and if I murdered someone, I Yoosukhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15194450236057208396noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042195.post-1063869460942841182003-09-18T03:17:00.000-04:002003-09-18T03:17:40.953-04:00Due to Popular Demand
Your blog is going to be every true blogger's nightmare.
-Chimeraged
Well those of you who read my last blog entry, know that it was a little guy orientated and didn't relate at all to a large part of my reading audience, namely the beautiful ladies out there (wink). Yeah, baby. Those of you who didn't read it, well screw you lazy bastards that won't even take the time toYoosukhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15194450236057208396noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042195.post-1063782011077179472003-09-17T03:00:00.000-04:002003-09-17T03:00:11.260-04:00Yet Another Critique
Make money. Make more money. Make other people make money.
-L. Ron Hubbard, Inventor of Scientology
On Episode II, I have this to say. You can argue all you want in fancy cinemotographicalical (sp?) words about the worth of Lucas's vision and his grand scheme, but there's only one thing I know for sure. Attack of the Clones failed to make me think, retain my interest, or Yoosukhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15194450236057208396noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042195.post-1063610713085994182003-09-15T03:25:00.000-04:002003-09-15T03:28:21.626-04:00Hopeless Everywhere I Go
She who did not come, wasn't she determined
nonetheless to organize and decorate my heart?
If we had to exist to become the one we love,
what would the heart have to create?
Lovely joy left blank, perhaps you are
the center of all my labors and my loves.
If I've wept for you so much, it's because
I preferred you among so many outlined joys.
-Rainer Maria Rilke, "Blank Yoosukhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15194450236057208396noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042195.post-1063482161162306562003-09-13T15:42:00.000-04:002003-09-13T15:42:41.046-04:00Appa Kappa Lappa Eta Meta Cheta Tau...
Well this is just typical, getting women pregnant! Only a man would do a thing like that!
-Chrissy, "Three's Company"
I'd like to dedicate this blog to the late John Ritter and what I remember of him and his portrayal of Jack Tripper. Jack Tripper, a man I could admire, lived with two women and was often thought gay while somehow being a cook and a Yoosukhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15194450236057208396noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042195.post-1063352364066776322003-09-12T03:39:00.000-04:002003-09-12T03:39:24.073-04:00Of Stellar Bodies and Dust Particles
The only thing that interferes with my learning is my education.
-Albert Einstein
So, I'm drunk right? Well, I think I deserve it after spending 7 hours in the photo lab today. Seven hours! And I only got 5 good prints. I hate dust. Its everywhere!!! The reason the world is so dusty is because the world has no way to clean itself. Yeah that one was for Ray.Yoosukhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15194450236057208396noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042195.post-1063266628158160992003-09-11T03:50:00.000-04:002003-09-11T03:50:28.030-04:00Aye Aye Captain
I'm against picketing, but I don't know how to show it.
-Mitch Hedberg
Self destructive behaviour. Why? Because I hate myself. Hate your parents? No, maybe it's because you hate the fact that you're just like your parents. Opposites attract? Maybe you just want someone as unlike yourself as possible? Granola? Chicks hate me. Sometimes I'm even inclined to agree with them. Yoosukhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15194450236057208396noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042195.post-1063173221165809912003-09-10T01:53:00.000-04:002003-09-10T01:54:53.536-04:00Attack of the SuperEgo!
Illusions commend themselves to us because they save us pain and allow us to enjoy pleasure instead. We must therefore accept it without complaint when they sometimes collide with a bit of reality against which they are dashed to pieces.
-Sigmund Freud
So I own (I'm not sure how) this towel. Its got puppies with an American flag behind them. You know, the kind you Yoosukhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15194450236057208396noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042195.post-1063133690891466892003-09-09T14:54:00.000-04:002003-09-09T14:59:41.226-04:00Hot Spots and Flip Flops
75% of statistics are made up.
-Yoosuk Choi
When I hear crazy things on the internet, I usually believe them. However, in this case, I have first-hand experience to know that the people of MSN are monkey-faced liars. I mean, America's 8th best city for dating? (insert contemptuous laughter) During my ill fated time as an engineer, I sat in classrooms with hundreds, nayYoosukhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15194450236057208396noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042195.post-1063008239217570532003-09-08T04:03:00.000-04:002003-09-08T04:03:59.196-04:00Smells Like Pumpkin Club
Frankly, you're beginning to smell and for a stud in New York, that's a handicap.
-Rizzo in Midnight Cowboy
So anyway, I told the guy it was my ear. Get it? Of course not because you aren't in the "Starting Conversations in the Middle" Club. Don't worry neither am I. I'm an unsanctioned loner just trying to make a buck on the side here before the Club Police crack downYoosukhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15194450236057208396noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042195.post-1062571115833982342003-09-03T02:38:00.000-04:002003-09-03T02:38:35.710-04:00Shoot Me! I'm a Star!
It's no longer a question of staying healthy. It's a question of finding a sickness you like.
-Jackie Mason
First, I'd like to mention some strange things that have happened to me recently.
Number one, this morning I went to my A&D207 class and I was the only male to show up. That's right, 20 girls and me. Of course, this is the day that we're discussing controversial Yoosukhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15194450236057208396noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042195.post-1061724071243721672003-08-24T07:21:00.000-04:002003-08-24T07:21:11.226-04:00Happy Thoughts Anyone?
When I was young I drink too. When I walk down street, everyone look smaller than me. So I hit them.
-My grandfather on the evils of drinking as I pound down Asahi Draft Beer
I'm proud to announce that fully 1% of my webpage viewers are Canadian. That's right my blog has gone international! What do you think aboot that, eh?
So you're thinking to yourself, "Why am I Yoosukhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15194450236057208396noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042195.post-1061247449894175272003-08-18T18:57:00.000-04:002003-08-18T18:59:10.656-04:00Back in Blog
Half of winning is 90% mental.
-Yogi Berra
Hey I'm back and I'm still not any closer to spiritual enlightenment. However I have discovered that I'm not cut out for the responsibility of not going to school. So here I am! Actually "here" is Ray's basement discussing my "Google-bility". That's right I've discovered that when my name is entered into Google, four of the seven websitesYoosukhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15194450236057208396noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042195.post-939114602003-05-07T01:59:00.000-04:002003-05-07T02:57:25.000-04:00Pimpin da Dorkiness
Could you stay long enough for me to say goodbye
You can be free as long as you're with me
If you could see the real me you'd bleed
If you could see the real me I'd breathe
Could you still breathe long enough for me
Could you still belong enough for me
-Filter, "Miss Blue"
So I looked at the guy and said,"Tort!" and he replied, "Tort!" at which point I was forced to retort.Yoosukhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15194450236057208396noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042195.post-935191112003-04-30T03:57:00.000-04:002003-04-30T04:03:22.000-04:00Crazy Like a Fox!
If I ever lose my faith in you
There'd be nothing left for me to do
I could be lost inside their lies without a trace
But every time I close my eyse I see your face
-Sting and the Police, "If I Ever Lose My Faith In You"
Well boys and girls and hermaphrodites, I must say that I'm elated to hear that people are actually reading this blog and it's making them "laugh out loud". Yoosukhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15194450236057208396noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042195.post-928785942003-04-19T03:15:00.000-04:002003-04-19T03:15:50.793-04:00Drunk Blog Time
Oh its you again blessing you with every kiss
So precious you know this hate of mine exploded
I'm so deranged you know I will never be the same.
-Orgy, "Stitches"
Well I'm drunk on a Friday night, surprise, surprise. This of course is the best time to talk about relationships. I'm going to take the time here to tell you that I am a terrible gambler. This is a problem mostly Yoosukhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15194450236057208396noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042195.post-926342692003-04-15T02:19:00.000-04:002003-04-15T03:06:00.000-04:00Let's Go Somplace Less Christian
We're free to fly the crimson sky
The sun won't melt our wings tonight
-U2, "Even Better Than The Real Thing"
Well this past weekend was incredible. If I didn't have the scars to prove it, I'd think the whole thing was a drug induced hallucination. Good thing I don't do drugs because if my hallucinations were anything like my dreams they'd be pretty fucked up. Yoosukhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15194450236057208396noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042195.post-924786632003-04-12T06:20:00.000-04:002003-04-12T07:04:46.000-04:00And You Thought I Was Never Coming Back
I can't keep pretending that I don't even know you
And at sweet night, you are my own
Take my hand
-Evanescence, "Anywhere"
Well I'm back. Thanks to popular demand and urine on my bed, I have no choice but to give the fans what they've been clamoring for. Free Beer! Wait, no, the last time I gave alcohol away someone pissed on my bed. But... you have beenYoosukhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15194450236057208396noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042195.post-899485432003-03-01T05:12:00.000-05:002003-03-01T05:23:54.000-05:00Final Score: 11 to 3, Booyah!
Yes, madam, I am drunk. But in the morning I will be sober and you will still be ugly.
-Winston Churchill
Now that I've recovered from my nights of complete drunkeness. I'm going to share a little secret with you. When you go to the bars and get drunk you'll always dance with chicks that you would never consider trying to hit on when sober. It occurs to me that Yoosukhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15194450236057208396noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042195.post-898237972003-02-27T01:41:00.000-05:002003-02-27T01:41:43.513-05:00My So Called Life
Don't take life too serious. You'll never escape it alive anyway.
-Elbert Hubbard
Well, it’s my big twenty-second birthday! Whoop! I’m old. Get me my adult diapers and I’ll be on my way. I had a post for yesterday too but somehow I accidentally closed the browser and lacking the motivation to rewrite the bitch, I went to BW3s instead. There I watched one pledge vomit up Yoosukhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15194450236057208396noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042195.post-896811152003-02-24T20:48:00.000-05:002003-02-24T20:51:21.000-05:00The statement below is false.
The statement above is true.
All these things are just written in the sand behind me.
I dream about you every night. I call your name.
The whole world thinks that I am insane.
Here I come again, playing the hero of love.
-Live "Hero of Love"
So I lied. Today's blog will definitely not be about breaking men's hearts. I mean what would I have to say about that? Yoosukhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15194450236057208396noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042195.post-896256292003-02-23T20:24:00.000-05:002003-02-23T20:24:28.113-05:003 Steps to Love
To open your eyes and see the sky is not enough.
To open your ears is still not enough.
For only if you open your mind will you hear the clouds
whispering love's sweet songs and dancing together accross the noisy sea.
I don't care what consequence it brings, I have been a fool for lesser things.
-Billy Joel's "The Longest Time"
Instead of writing about and thus remembering Yoosukhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15194450236057208396noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042195.post-895219622003-02-21T17:52:00.000-05:002003-02-21T17:52:00.776-05:00The Cost of War
"Every now and then
I think about you and
It makes me, breaks me"
- AudioVent
It seems like another lonely weekend for me. I've cancelled all plans of leaving Lafayette for the weekend. Why? Not because I don't want to leave this boring burgh but because I can't afford to. I hate you War! You've raised my gas to outrageous prices not to mention trapped me in this town. TrappedYoosukhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15194450236057208396noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042195.post-894719352003-02-20T22:02:00.000-05:002003-02-20T22:02:37.906-05:00Get Trip 'Un
"Ohh, your journal. Could you be more queer?"
-Cruel Intentions
Well today was rather uninteresting. Took an italian test, "Non c'e bene!", and puttered about the house. I came to two conclusions at this point.
1. Puttering is not as fun as it sounds.
2. The word 'puttering' is an anagram for 'titer pung'?
Using these two facts, I was able to put together a final, conclusive, Yoosukhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15194450236057208396noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042195.post-893977092003-02-19T19:16:00.000-05:002003-02-19T19:16:53.000-05:00You Suck?
Hers will I be; and only with this thought
Content myself, although my chance be nought.
-Earl of Surrey
Those are the last two lines of one of my favorite sonnets by the illustrious Earl of Surrey, inventor of the Shakespearean Sonnet. Funny how that a man can invent something so influential and famous, yet not even have his name attached to it. The final indignity being, of course,Yoosukhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15194450236057208396noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042195.post-892510372003-02-17T13:15:00.000-05:002003-02-18T01:32:50.000-05:00POOP DONUTS!
I have great faith in fools; self-confidence my friends call it.
-Edgar Allan Poe
Today was an excellent day. I have a working computer now! So I don't have to put up with all those "freaks" in the computer labs staring at me when I start gesticulating wildly at my AIM windows. 'Calm down, sir.' indeed! Geez, can't a man gesticulate in peace these days? My head hurts right now Yoosukhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15194450236057208396noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042195.post-892185772003-02-16T22:45:00.000-05:002003-02-16T22:54:39.000-05:00The Invincible Yoosuk
"All men are bad, and in their badness reign."
-Shakespeare (CXXI)
Here is my day in haiku form:
Woke to wash the dogs
Met a dog seeking lovin'
We called him, "Humper"
There were a lot of dogs at the humane society that were very cute and adoptable and if I had the ability to take care of another living thing I would have adopted them all. Keep in mind, how responsible Yoosukhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15194450236057208396noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042195.post-891766682003-02-16T01:41:00.000-05:002003-02-16T22:11:04.000-05:00 It Snowed Last Night
"For we, which now behold these present days,
Have eyes to wonder, but lack tongues to praise."
-Shakespeare (CVI)
Well my day of suffering is apparently over, thank God. Between the stomach pain, the snow, and the multitudes of happy couples everywhere, Its amazing I only vomited 3 times. Luckily the constant pain and distractions of the people drinking all night, leftYoosukhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15194450236057208396noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042195.post-891246852003-02-14T21:49:00.000-05:002003-02-14T21:49:48.796-05:00Chicken Fingers and Other Deadly Treats
"You are not what loves you. You are what you love."
Either I have a 12 hour hangover, or I've been poisoned. The obvious culprit is the chicken fingers I had as my drunken, midnight snack last night. This really puts the cramps (pun not intended, but I'm leaving it in) on my evening of maxxing and romancing! Wait a second... I had no such plans. Which Yoosukhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15194450236057208396noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042195.post-891020272003-02-14T12:52:00.000-05:002003-02-14T12:57:24.000-05:00"Laughter is the best medicine"
-Anonymous
Keeping that sage advice in mind, I woke up this morning feeling very dehydrated and sick to my stomach. So I laughed and laughed all the way to the bathroom where I threw up. Even the laughter of my fellow fraternity brothers was not enough to cure my ails (certainly the smell of sausage and bacon throughout the house didn't help either). What a way toYoosukhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15194450236057208396noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042195.post-890626832003-02-13T19:52:00.000-05:002003-02-13T19:56:19.000-05:00 How to Torture a Poet 101
Well if you're looking for the website of a "tortured warrior poet", you've been led astray. "Someone" has been getting pretty liberal with his adjectives recently. Anyway, he who led you here has much more of a poet's heart than I. But since I'm always willing to cater to an audience here is my impression of a tortured warrior poet.
My sword is lost and now I'm a Yoosukhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15194450236057208396noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042195.post-889933092003-02-12T16:28:00.000-05:002003-02-12T17:02:34.000-05:00"I shall create! If not a note, a hole.
If not an overture, a desecration."
Boy Breaking Glass
-Gwendolyn Brooks
I ONCE HAD AN ANTFARM
Sometimes when I can't do anything about a situation, when I'm feeling most helpless is when I'm a flurry of activity. This is how I would describe the last two weeks of my life. I've been thrashing helplessly in the viscious liquid of my reality and if not Yoosukhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15194450236057208396noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042195.post-889511752003-02-11T22:29:00.000-05:002003-02-11T22:29:28.070-05:00Well folks here it is, a website devoted to me ranting about the stupid things I do on a daily basis. So here I'm going to air my most private and frivolous thoughts, but I warn you now from the start that I am of a melancholy sort. That's what my friends closest to me say anyway. But most of them are idiots. They also say that I'm an asshole. Go figure. Idiots. Well enought of that.
"I am a Yoosukhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15194450236057208396noreply@blogger.com