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Name: Joseph Country: Northern Mariana Islands State: California 559 Birthday: 3/31/1988 Gender: Male
Interests: not sleep, I'll tell you that. capoeira, acrobatics, martial arts, working out, piano, composing, writing, drawing, girls, brazilian percussion instruments, foreign languages, sentai/tokustatsu, the 70's Expertise: Tekken 4 (you will never beat me Weapon! mwahaha!), shooting ki blasts from my hand like Goku, foretelling the future, shooting games, anything that doesn't involve a ball of some sort, trampolining, acrobatics, music, jumping through towers of boxes, making people feel stupid (apparently I'm REALLY good at that), street performing, linguistics Occupation: Marketing Industry: Real Estate
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Member Since:
4/27/2003
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| I guess it's time I do my last entry now.
Today was an interesting day. Sort of. No, actually it wasn't. Nothing's been interesting lately. Oh, except for the fact that this morning was so craving a Frapuccino (which is odd) that while Tyler and Tim were driving away I ran and jumped through the back window to get to the gas station. And also today Mr. Belleau was gone so we had Ms. Evanenko be our substitute for Choir class.
Ugh... she can't count music time signatures and she can't sight read AND she didn't think I was hitting a "D" on the piano. Woman, I know how to play the piano. Trust me. A "D" is a D. Jeez... today I would so have rather had been singing than accompanying. I doubt if I got a gun and pointed it at her head and yelled at the top of my lungs "COUNT RIGHT DAMMIT!!!!" her rhythm would still be horrible. And she made me sound off beat. I was on beat. I mean granted, I may not be the most technical pianist out there, but I can't stand an off rythym. Jeez... Anyhow, so I started playing our songs really darkly and sadly, using alot of fifths and octaves. It was pretty funny. And then when I got bored I started playing a few Super Mario things.
So that's about all that happened today.
-j
Thanks for coming to my site for the last year and a half almost people. Alot of you have helped me with many problems and questions that I've had over that amount of time. you've seen me lust after some girls (haha), some girl's boyrfriend come to my site and cuss me off for talking to her. And then you saw me cuss him out (well you may had not witnessed that, but still it happened). It has been an interesting year, and from remembering my first posts I have seemingly matured. Or at least changed. I have evolved from an aggressive freshman who cussed at the drop of a pin, to an attitude driven sophomore, to now whatever I am (jordan said that even that my attitude is that "which every guy wants... an attitude of non caring but with still some compassion... at least towards one certain person."). Thanks for your support.
love/peace
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| I created a list of my three dream songs for a piano solo I want to have before I graduate highschool.
--La Campanella, Franz Liszt
--Rhapsody in Blue, George Gershwin
--Ballade No. 1, Op. 23 (I think that's what you call it), Frederick Chopin
I've been getting up the last three days too early (like before five) and I haven't been able to fall back asleep. So instead of attempting to sleep I just get up and practice the piano for a bit. I serious have no life right now. Three and a half hours has been my average daily practice time a day.
God, kill me now...
I started doing a bit of capoeira at home now. I don't really care about the cool gymnasticish stuff now, I'm just working on basic kicks, punches, and groundwork.
Actually this is how it goes. On Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays I work on leg techniques and on the alternate days I work on hand stuff. And THEN on sunday I do the acrobatics/floreio part of my workout. This, though has been a very unproductive time for me, being that my backtucks are a bit off center (AGAIN!) and my one handed backhandsprings are a bit sloppy. This is all pretty much from a whole summer of non-practice.
But I'll become the old, agile, fast, powerful Baqueta (my capoeira nickname if you forgot) that I once was. It's just going to take practice.
Last but not least, I took a nap today...
...for nearly eight hours. damn good sleep.
Iaelean: but i'm a good boy Iaelean: AND Iaelean: i'm innocent Tysh87: bullshit Iaelean: you know it Iaelean: lol
*gracefully exits*
-j
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| SOKEN MASUGI
tHe WiNd By ThE lOnG rIvEr
Streaks by My Bruised Face
And I Watch It Disappear
-Soken Masugi
1870
The flower were blossoming in the on the trees then. Spring. That has always been my favorite time of the year. I always liked watching the cherry trees blossom and the bees buzzing to catch up to the pink flowers. the Tokugawa Shogunate was done; it finished the year before. We were now under the tutelage of the young Empreror Meiji.
Fuck.
My shogun was the famour Misturugi. He was one of the last to fall to the Imperials. His army destroyed the enemy soldiers until Mitsurugi's castle fell under seige. They lasted ten days until the enemy finally broke in and killed every one. Except by the time they got to Mitsurugi they find that he had committed seppuku.
That was my shogun. Always honorable.
I was one of the last servers. I have left my assassinating ways, but my dreams still haunt me...
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Don't know why I wrote that. Felt like it, I guess.
Today was the first day of school.
Today was the first day of hell.
Hell is going to continue until next june, when I will hermit away for a summer and live through a frozen over HELL, only to let it defrost and continue, yet again.
But it's all almost done.
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I opened my eyes and a blossom had fallen onto my nose. I smiled.
The year is still going, the blossoms still falling, my life still going.
-j
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| You give your hand to me And then you say, "Hello." And I can hardly speak, My heart is beating so. And anyone can tell You think you know me well. Well, you don't know me. (no you don't know me)
No you don't know the one Who dreams of you at night; And longs to kiss your lips And longs to hold you tight Oh I'm just a friend. That's all I've ever been. Cause you don't know me. (no you don't know me)
For I never knew the art of making love, Though my heart aches with love for you. Afraid and shy, I let my chance go by. A chance that you might love me too. (love me too)
You give your hand to me, And then you say, "Goodbye." I watched you walk away, Beside the lucky guy Oh, you'll never ever know The one who loved you so. Well, you don't know me
(For I never knew the art of making love, ) (Though my heart aches with love for you. ) Afraid and shy, I let my chance go by. A chance that you might love me too. (love me too)
Oh, you give your hand to me, And then you say, "Goodbye." I watched you walk away, Beside the lucky guy Oh, you'll never ever know The one who loved you so. Well, you don't know me (you don't love me, you don't know me)
You Don't Know Me, by Ray Charles. Best damn song ever. I think I'll sing it for my choral audition.
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