clear rants

And now for one of my infamous shotgun recaps:

Friday:
Woke up at 8 to let the electrician into the house. Watched a bunch of Arrested Developments. Discussed and mutually agreed with G not to go to M’s birthday party. Received voicemail from M regarding her birthday party. Guilted into going: called up G, who got K to go too.

M’s Birthday Party:
Met up with G and K and pre-gamed a little at G’s sister’s apt. Arrived at the Coral Room at 11:01 pm and thus forced to pay full cover. M and M sweet-talked the bouncers into a small discount. Mermaids: 1 hot, 1 not. $360 bottle of Grey Goose! Damn! Crazy psycho guy! M makes out with all her (girl) friends. Holler! M dances with a “hot” blond girl. Go M! M falls down multiple times M punches every guy’s nuts at least 2 times each. Saw J and A at Crime Scene. Small world! The vomit phone! Cabbing it back to M’s house with M, M and E

Saturday:
Hiding in M’s brother’s room until her parents leave for “Canadia.” Playing piano with M. Stopping at my place for me to shower. Flushing to meet up with G and K and for lunch. “NO EAT!” + “YES!” Blockbuster and like 8 sodas. National Treasure. M’s Baby Oil. Cherry Valley: split 2 beasts and a corona. Super fun chilling / random time. M’s Birthday BBQ. Me and N’s clique. “Pinoy Penis.” So freaking exhausted. Now.

Quotes from today:

M: I think I’m drunk.

M: I wonder why shit has to smell so bad?
G: So people know not to eat it!

K: I wish semen tasted like chocolate…

Great freaking weekend! My cheeks are sore from laughing so much the past 2 days. And next weekend is Live 8! HOLLER!

Peace, Love, and happy birthday M and M,
Clear Pants Rainheart

I was feeling generous today so I thought I’d let you guys in on a little secret I’ve been sitting on for a while: super secret. And for the picky ones, here’s the same site, but just a little bit better organized: organized secret. Heh, I’m just kidding. It’s not that secret, but a lot of people don’t know about it. But now you do. Be careful with this power that I have bestowed upon you. Use it well, young Padawan. Beware the dark side of free downloads, etc.

Ok, I’m corny.

Peace, Love, and free (legal) downloads,
Clear Pants Rainheart

P.S. I lost all my Rachel Yamagata so if somebody has her albums, I was wondering if you could hook it up. Oh yes, and if anybody has “The Reindeer Section” I would greatly appreciate some, thanks. I would do anything for some Reindeer Section, anything. ;-)

My self-esteem and I have quite a history together: rife with glorious peaks and depressing lows. Before high school, my self-esteem and I were just casual acquaintances, getting together only for academics. Together, we did every homework and aced every test. We even won a couple of awards together. However, whenever put into a social situation, my self-esteem would just shy away to just a speck in the distance. During high school, my self esteem began to stick around more, shying away only when faced with the opposite sex. But hey, it was a start no?

Then junior year of high school rolled around and with it a proposition from a member of the opposite sex. Guess who got a growth spurt? All of a sudden, she, myse (my self-esteem) and I were insepaparable. We were the three amigos–the three musketeers (or perhaps even the three stooges). But the honeymoon period was short-lived. Near the completion of my freshman year of college, myse began to feel more and more unwanted, and as time passed, myse had completely disappeared.

Luckily, she came around. And with her appearance, myse started to show his face around the block more often. Starting with sightings from afar, to terse hellos as we passed on the street, finally myse warmed up enough to start hanging out with me again. It was truly a joyous occassion when myse came back into the fold.

Myse and I have steadily become closer and closer over the years. Recently, our relationship has been the best it’s ever been. But I started to notice a difference in the way myse is around me–almost like myse is preoccupied with something. Sometimes there is a distant, vacant look on myse’s face. I can almost feel myse drifting away, and I have no idea why.

I need to do something about that. I need my confidence back.

Whoa there tiger, relax yo’self. My 070707 girl. Strange pangs. Loneliness vs. jealousy. Marriage. Weddings. Faces from the past. Awkwardness around said faces. Giving up and enjoying life. I hope you’re ok. I can’t believe I deleted that song. Maybe you should rethink things. Mace Windu and Wampu. Cute little kids. Shark’s fin soup. Dude, stop being her bitch. What’s going on with me? I hope I get that job. Ditching responsibilities. I notice more lingering looks. All punched out. Talking more. I hate answering the same question over and over. I wonder what you’re doing, and maybe even what you’re thinking. Hello sunshine. I hate pimples. To attempt the “rainheart tan” or not. I kinda miss you, you mean a lot to me. Am I on my way to being an asshole? Jumping to conclusions. Conflicting feelings. My future and my life. Scary and weird laughter. Super furry animals. Stars revisited. A little horny. Resolutions. Feeling blah. Ikea-fying my room. Living up to expectations. Failure. That feeling I get when I let myself think about things.

As many of you know, I’ve been bumming around since graduation. Now, don’t misunderstand, I’m not not doing anything, I’m just not really doing anything productive. There is much hanging out and bonding going on. Anyway, there are times in between all the hanging out when I really don’t have anything to do, and am bored out of mind. This is when I start calling people to see if they’re free to… guess what… hang out. However, a lot of the time, I get responses such as “Damnit, I gotta work,” and “Shoot, I gotta study,” or “I hate you, don’t ever call me again.” Ok, so not so much the last one but you get the idea.

Anyway, so I was talking to N today, and discovered she is in the same situation (predicament?) I am. We are both completely free every day, all day. As such, I have coined the phrase “on-demand friends.” N and I are an example of this new breed of friends. Like the digitial on-demand cable service, whenever you want us, we’re totally available, since, well, we have nothing better to do. So, this is my subtle way of putting out there that I am completely free to hang out and chillax. I’m only just a phone call away. Oh yeah, so is N. She’s pretty bored too.

And while I’m on the topic of hanging out, here’s a few planned things I have for the summer:

June 18th - Free John Legend Concert: 3pm in Central Park
June 21st - Splish Splash 15th Anniversary: Half price admission!
June 25th - M’s Birthday BBQ!
July 2nd - Free Live 8 Concert in Philly!

If you wanna participate, just hollerate, and we’ll arrange and organate. I mean, organize.

Peace, Love, and on-demand friends,
Clear Pants Rainheart

P.S. Pics of both Cornell and Church graduation BBQs to be posted soon.

Here’s one for the record books, guys and gals: I am quite possibly the first person ever to be bored awake. What do I mean? I mean my dream was so amazingly boring, that it woke me up. Yes, that’s right boys and girls, it wasn’t a nightmare, it wasn’t a wet dream, it was just plain boring.

The dream started out so promising too. It had all the trappings of a Hollywood thriller. It took place at night, in what could only be described as a bustling inner city locale in exotic Asia. There were ninjas, zombies, and even cameos from two people I barely remember from high school. Oh, the mystery and intrigue! There was a even a chase through the airport with a (pretty hot) girl slung over my shoulder. I was the effing hero, man!

And that’s when it started to go downhill. There was a victory dinner (since, of course, I am the best, ever) and it was at this dinner that we began to discuss the finer points of frozen carrots. Engaging no? It was so unbelievably engaging that I got woken up from all the “excitement” (note the sarcasm por favor, gracias).

Now that’s just sad: getting woken up from a dream because it’s too boring. Who ever heard of that nonsense? Sigh. Way to let me down subconscious!

Here’s one for the record books, guys and gals: I am quite possibly the first person ever to be bored awake. What do I mean? I mean my dream was so amazingly boring, that it woke me up. Yes, that’s right boys and girls, it wasn’t a nightmare, it wasn’t a wet dream, it was just plain boring.

The dream started out so promising too. It had all the trappings of a Hollywood thriller. It took place at night, in what could only be described as a bustling inner city locale in exotic Asia. There were ninjas, zombies, and even cameos from two people I barely remember from high school. Oh, the mystery and intrigue! There was a even a chase through the airport with a (pretty hot) girl slung over my shoulder. I was the effing hero, man!

And that’s when it started to go downhill. There was a victory dinner (since, of course, I am the best, ever) and it was at this dinner that we began to discuss the finer points of frozen carrots. Engaging no? It was so unbelievably engaging that I got woken up from all the “excitement” (note the sarcasm por favor, gracias).

Now that’s just sad: getting woken up from a dream because it’s too boring. Who ever heard of that nonsense? Sigh. Way to let me down subconscious!

Peace, love, and frozen carrots,
Clear Pants Rainheart

What an odd but tremendously pleasant day that was!

Interesting things are afoot in the land of the clear pants.

More as things develop…

P.S. A graduation recap will be coming eventually. When I get around to it. Which may be never. Or possibly even sooner than never. Keep your fingers crossed. Tune in next time: same bat-time, same bat-channel! HOO-AH!