It Lives

I don't know why I took a break from blogging. Perhaps too much was happening and there was no way for me to encapsulate such events and/or feelings in posts that would clearly express the way I saw things. I'm also much older than when I started this project. There is less of an urge to try explaining how "cool" and "non-chalant" I am to an audience I'm sure doesn't exist. But we all know the real reason I haven't been making new posts is because I'm lazy.

In light of the new year and same old me, I have decided to return to the medium I prefer. The social media that takes time and effort without having to care about what I look like and who I'm trying to influence (I assure you I'm not. I'm just telling things about myself and if you like it you're weird; if you don't, good for you. I'll be using a lot of words. There will be puns. The irony might be overwhelming. Some sarcasm could scare you. So what I'm saying in a very roundabout way is I will be writing here again. I forsee posts regarding obscure ideas, bad movie/animation/music/book/game reviews, and, of course, the vague descriptions of my adventures in living. At least I will try to add pictures. For the visual people.
Viva verbal punches.

nothing New

i just thought i should get a head start with this. i want to post more this year, even if it's nonsense. well, it will be until something exciting worth posting comes around. you know how rare those things are. well, yes.

new

another year. i have to admit 2012 was some kind of great. probably the best year overall i've had in a long time. yes, there was too much shit, but i think i got most of it flushed down the toilet and here we are all cleaned up. the only thing i really hope for this year is to be happy. don't know how that's going to work out. also trying to work on ...you know, other important stuff relevant to living in this day and age.

happy New Year, to you

you've got new stuff to do:
lose some weight, keep eye contact,
teach some cats to say, "moo".



it's now 2012.

final toasts

it's the end of the year! as you can see i'm celebrating élégamment with champagne and a nostalgic, somewhat anger-inducing drink. très classy, for sure. i'll probably go out on the balcony and reflect my life thus far.
any hopes for the upcoming, like, expecting anything spectacular?? i know i'm ...not, particularly.

In the vicinity of Eleven

so! in retrospect, this was probably a pretty shit year. again. maybe not as disturbing as 2007, but, from my recollection, it's among the shittiest. top three, maybe? i'm thinking it had a lot to do with what i (wasn't) doing and my first time doing things (so, so disappointing. surprised i didn't die from embarrassment). to get into specifics would be tedious, not worth a read. an imagination, sure. leaving the oh-ten at that.

looking ahead,i sure as hell want to either end this frustrating, continuous shit or grow whatever the female equivalent of cajones are (giant, estrogen pumping ovaries?). my initial indecisiveness is getting the better of me and all reasoning thus far calls for the former.
i know i want to list all too specific resolutions that i stick to as much as my willingness to "better myself" tempts me. last year turned out to be a fiasco as i left for someplace where i had basically no control. ehh. i'm up for trying this time around. aside from continuing with last year's piff, i want to get this out of the way as well: attaining a guy. Why is it so elusive? Was that number/muscle-y self portrait combo the best thing that ever happened to me? god, and i lost it, too.

hoping to get more depressed, my number one priority.

see you tomorrow next year, Kids.

what am i looking forward to this coming year? i have some ideas that can be construed as "resolutions" and i need to write them down. i hope the majority of what i come up with actually stay throughout the year. hopefully i can finally get into a decent education establishment and find decent people. i suppose the purpose of this post is to get my post count up. bye for now.

2009. shit you look FINE.

♪heeeeeey there 2009--you done crossed the line♪ ~
♪i can sense the wonder you possess like my seemingly unending obsess...ion with alex turner.♪ ~
♪but, i ain't no mad fanatic. he's just cute, don't get ecstatic♪

sorry if that's an annoying song. so welcome to the new year! uh, six days late. sorry again for not being so punctual or repetitive as last year. nothing big is going down at the moment. eventually, but not now.
so. people have been going around talking about their resolutions (erhmm, weight especially) and i think it's time i make some. maybe. for everyone who cares to see:

1. read more: finish stuff i started reading (curse you, wuthering heights!) and the list from dear, old nicholson.

2. watch more classic films: i tried to get into casablanca (alas, it was late at night after a tiring day...ingrid bergman looked spectacular) an' i really need to watch la nouvelle vague (goddard/truffaut/the rest of 'em). got this kinda started with some breakfast at tiffany's

3. attain more pals: you can be across the sea or next to me...just please don't flee..we'll share rare commonalities

4. uh..maintain cuteness: internal, external, the whole shebang.

5. eruditely work at acquiring a new language: romance language perchance?



i'd like to see how long these idea last. the greatest thing to look forward to, however, will be in march. i don't know if i'mma have the time of my life [yet] but i thoroughly expect to. where my badass mothafuckas at?

know nothing, no?

uh, it feels like a regular normal day. it is. long day. who knew major grocer chains were ever more restricting about their damn coupons? well, lemme give a nice sum of my time spent in 2008. really, truly, it wasn't that great (as i predicted).

it started out rather awful and bland and devious, leaving me rather upset through the early months of the year. i'm still rather distraught and lonely. probably the most lonely year i've suffered through thus far (there will be others, but i haven't met 'em yet so..what more can i say?).
the upside of the year were the intriguing and beguiling musical ventures i experienced. that was good shit. for the most part. (oh tlsp. that were a good cute time.)
uh..also some of the school stuff, surprisingly, was decent. met some people. made short films, watched long films (kubrick-ified and coppola'd or foreign), and almost got tired of sex. almost. learned how to accept the eventual destruction of the surface of the earth and death. enjoyed early morning bob dylan, 69, and russian stories. did some crack 'o caine in the maths. mmms. better than what i woulda thought. arduous, yet entertaining.
cartoons/animated things were wonderfulness albeit a sad waste of time
i'm still a bum.

yeah. i aspire to complete close to nothing tomooorrow.
happy new nen. in, like trois heures pour moi.
oui, je parle français quelquefois.
そして日本語 を 話す も。

2008 already ain't great

I dislike the redundancy of posts, but I deem this impertinent to one of the main causes of “Verbal Punches!”. 2008 isn’t so much about some shit new resolutions (although there are some)—it’s all about living it up because, sadly, it’s my last year as a bona fide youth. I get all depressed thinking about getting older and all the things I haven’t done that I fucking shoulda when I was young and stupid. I just wasn’t stupid enough. In that sense my whole teenage years feel wasted. Think about it: you’re only 19 once, but you got seven years as a fucking teen to get into all sorts of trouble that you’ll probably regret—and don’t get me wrong, I have all sorts of regrets based mostly on ridiculous academic (see? see what kind of follies I think I’ve gotten into??) mishaps. Therefore my new approach for this year will be indifferently involved indefinitely. Well, I'm gonna have to make it work..

The Zombies - This Will be Our Year