clear rants

I was minding my own business yesterday–making my way through the nippy night, trying not to slip on the frozen sidewalks. I was looking forward to the two slices of pizza that would soon be in my belly, when I was ambushed. That son of a bitch came out of nowhere, unwelcome and unwanted.

It washed over me like a wave of melancholy–that horrible feeling of loneliness. It caught me off guard. All of a sudden, on that cold street in Ithaca, I felt like I was all alone in the world. Even the soothing tunes pumping into my ears from my mp3 player (I refuse to name which) refused to allay that sudden drop in spirit.

So I gritted my teeth, went to the pizzeria, got my two slices (chicken and tomato and plain cheese) and carefully made my way back home. As I ate alone watching my anime, silly thoughts ran through my head, “I can live my life autonomously, no problem, I’ll be fine…” But then, before I knew it, it was time for Lost. As I sat in the living room about to watch, D came in, J came over, and W sauntered in with her slices of pizza.

And I didn’t feel so alone anymore.

Peace, Love, and good-ass Lost episodes,
Clear Pants Rainheart

“I smelled majorass bubblegum walking past those girls,” said Wendy as she passed by a giggly mass of stupid white girls.

The end.

That was a true story. I swear.

Peace, Love, and short stories,
Clear Pants Rainheart

PS- Maryanne is the biffest person in the world. I can’t believe you did that. You totally rox0rz my box0rz. Look how happy I am!

The other night, I was chilling next door with Chanting, Jers, and Wendurs, when I noticed that Jers had a giant bottle of multivitamins sitting on his desk. Intrigued, I asked him, “Do you take these every day?” to which he replied, “Not really.” I couldn’t help but laugh. I, too, have a giant bottle of vitamins in my room. Am I faithful in taking them everyday? Not really.

All the talk of medicinal delinquency caused Chanting to run into his room and produce (you guessed it) his giant bottle of uneaten vitamins. However, his bottle was still encased in the shrink wrap (to ensure the protection of his precious multivitamins).

We began to discuss how during our phone conversations with our parents, they never fail to ask “Did you take your vitamins today?” Surprisingly, we all happen to reply, “Of course!” We found this mutual white lie to be extremely hilarious. Who thought that there were other people in this world who “lied” to their parents about taking their vitamins? Apparently, we all like to mix up our white lies as well with half-truths such as, “Not yet, Mom, I’ll take it later,” and “Oh, I forgot yesterday, but I’ll be sure to take it tomorrow.” What dutiful sons we are! I mean, it’s gotta be believable right? Ahaha, we’re the best.

I just love it when you think you’re the only person in the world who does something weird and stupid, only to find out there are a bunch of people out there just as stupid and weird as you. :D

Peace, Love, and multivitamins,
Clear Pants Rainheart

PS- Ha! I bet you thought this entry was going to be about Valentine’s Day. Well, I say screw Valentine’s Day. Happy Vitamins Day everyone!

PPS- Fine. Happy Valentine’s Day to all you >cute< couples out there <3

HA! I’m so freaking clever. Too bad I don’t drink Budweiser (or much of anything else for that matter). So another year has come and gone and I can already feel the onset of the symptoms of old age. As I’m coping with these growing pains, I can’t help but wonder, am I getting older mentally and emotionally as well? Is my getting older accompanied by my getting wiser as well? I sure as hell hope so.

Anyway, this year, instead of all those wonderful material gifts all you guys get me, I have but one small favor to ask. Please tell me the first 3 things that pop into your head when you think of me. You can be flattering, mean, or straight up cruel. However, most importantly, please be honest. I really want to know how other people see me. That would be the best present ever. Thanks in advance. Oh yeah, since I’m such a xanga whore, at least 22 eprops wouldn’t be bad either (harhar jk, kinda).

On a side note, apparently my birthday is such big news, that people simply cannot contain their excitement. Peggy, Maryanne and Helen have already wished me happy early birthdays the day before my birthday. It’s great to have friends like mine. Thanks guys.

Peace, Love, and happy birthdays,
Clear Pants Rainheart

PS- A great big xin nian kuai le to all my fellow yellows out there. And to everyone else who celebrates the Lunar New Year.

The following article was taken from somebody’s xanger, who got it from somebody else’s xanger, who copied and pasted it from craigslist. Anyway, I read it and was like damn, thats exactly how I feel (most of it anyway). Anyway, read and enjoy.

Why does he disappear?

Most likely, he’s not a complete asshole. He saw something about you he liked, and wanted to date you. Like others have said, sex can only sustain a relationship so long - for me it’s about 1 night, if that (generally I’m not interested in hooking up with girls who I don’t see as potential girlfriends). There’s got to be something going on mentally - emotionally.

You guys have to be able to have a good conversation - and what you think is a good conversation may not be the same for him.

You’ve got to be the girl that he goes and raves to his dad about. The girl that, when hanging out with you, he goes to the bathroom and text messages his friend “I’m in love” about. The girl he brags to his GIRLfriends about. The girl whose picture he looks at every day, secretly looking around his office to make sure nobody’s standing behind him.

You’ve got to be the girl that he can’t WAIT to take home to meet his parents. The girl that he fantasizes about doing things with - going away, going out to eat, going to the library. The girl that makes him see a hot girl, and think “man, I’m so glad I’m not going to feel bad about not being with HER” (because yes, every time we see a gorgeous woman we feel bad that we’re not with them).

You’ve got to be the girl who he brings to his office party, introduces you to his coworkers, then pretends he’s annoyed when they tell him the next day how nice and how beautiful you are, and how cute the two of you are together (though he’s secretly loving every minute of it).

You’ve got to be the girl whose name he searches for on his computer and in his email account, hoping he’ll find something that he wrote to his friend about you (or better yet, an old email from you). The girl whose old emails and notes he reads again and again. And again and again.

You’ve got to be the girl he dreams of spending money on. The girl who makes him feel like material things are irrelevant. The girl who he makes a mixtape for - and when you make one for him he cherishes it forever - and tries to find hidden meanings in the songs, their titles, their order.

You’ve got to be the girl that makes him hide in the bathroom at work, quietly sobbing, when he thinks things are going bad. The girl that makes him stay at work much later than he should, because instead of meeting his deadline, he’s writing craigslist posts about you.

I’m sorry, when I started this, I truly intended it to be a guy’s views on dating. Instead it turned into me rambling on about the girl that I don’t have, but dream about.

But I’m sure that every girl is that girl to someone.

Peace, Love, and copied craigslist posts,
Clear Pants Rainheart

PS- That last line is so true. But I have no idea if the reverse is true. I hope some girl out there is thinking these things about me. That would be awesome. Biff even.