Hood Boy

Tambourine

Fri, 08 Jun 2007 21:02:46 GMT

hello. i'm alive.

i feel like as i'm sitting in this messy room, avoiding all aspects of real life, that i just want to be swallowed by gerriely's dirty bras, crumpled bedsheets, scattered pillows, plastic dry cleaning garment covers, half-drunken 24 oz. cups of water, magazine stacks, loose coins and assorted emptied pocket elements. there's this overwhelming sense of swishy suffocation, but it's still comfortable. i'm moving on past people and moving forward quite admirably in life but in my own home, my literal pathway is muddied. my legs are held back and my back lays on an unleveled surface far too often.

how it just flowed

Tue, 15 Aug 2006 09:24:08 GMT

my brother's thirty years old now. and his second kid, micaela jaelin, is scheduled to be born sometime tonight/tomorrow in the am. it's weird cause i still see him as my cool brother in his twenties taking me to barber shops and teaching me things.

my ears are so clogged and i'm going loco.

he said meet me for a drink thing

Fri, 30 Jun 2006 19:49:35 GMT

i just realized how much carrie bradshaw fuckin annoys me, but at the same time, reminds me of myself immensely. no i take that first part back. i love her, i really do, but i think she could've easily avoided her 6yrs. of stress.

mon amour tokyo

Wed, 07 Jun 2006 10:20:19 GMT

i can't date a guy who thinks tokyo is in china.. can i? no, no i couldn't. not really anyway. actually ew at dating all together.

bigups to sonmi for this one

Thu, 01 Jun 2006 19:37:58 GMT

okay, so, sonmi was nice enough to set me up with a syndicated account for my other blog. it's neikoji. you can add it to your friends list like any other journal and my updates will show up on your friends page so you don't have to go directly to the site. the catch is that the entries will only last two weeks on the syndicated account, but they'll remain on the regular site here, so if you want to comment i would advise you to comment on the site itself or else your comments will be deleted with the entry eventually since they're only temporarily placed there. :)

good news from below

Mon, 22 May 2006 08:38:01 GMT

the consuming orgasm has returned. you know the kind when your muscles sort of give out on you for a few seconds? yeah that kind. generally that's been the only kind i've personally been familiar with, but for the past week my penis has been somewhat under the weather. i don't even think that's the right way to put it. whutever, it seems to be improving and getting back to its old self so let's all give it a gracious round of applause. but not too much cause it might get all weird on me again.

correctly picked finally

Thu, 18 May 2006 01:09:29 GMT

i love her so much i am so happy. i picked her out (brooke too, i won't lie) at the very beginning as being the best and my favourite and now she's america's next top model. i am heaving and sobbing with such happiness.

face with tears

Sat, 13 May 2006 02:10:59 GMT

i just cried for the first time in like a year. i cried my little heart out. i'm so emotional right now and i don't know what happened to make me like this today. i need someone, i think. i'm so lost right now and it's scary to admit it. i'm so lost.

uhh, hbo on demand is on pause for this

Mon, 08 May 2006 06:40:08 GMT

one of my favourite family group scenes on six feet under, aside from the bonfire, is when claire's friend anita, george, ruth, nate, maya and david were all in the kitchen, and george and anita were discussing the importance of studying history. for some reason that scene always touched me and reminded me of my own family.

what's wednesday without antm

Fri, 05 May 2006 05:21:53 GMT

jade called elephants "preposterous creatures." yo, she's fucken crazy..

attn

Thu, 27 Apr 2006 09:27:47 GMT

neikoji.com/wilts
i will be primarily updating on there from now on.
i reserve this journal, however, for more personal entries.
i need a space to share one side of me, versus all.
there will be a livejournal feed to add to your friend's list,
so that you can easily see my updates, rather soon.
for now i'd love it if you checked out the site. :)

beard and broccoli

Fri, 14 Apr 2006 09:53:32 GMT

i love that you can get to a level of success where people will act in taking pictures of you eating broccoli.

my opinion for this cycle

Thu, 13 Apr 2006 22:07:23 GMT

since two of my orignal picks are already gone, i'll be pulling for brooke out of my remaining top three. i really like danielle too, though.

this took probably longer than it should have

Sat, 08 Apr 2006 07:22:25 GMT

the natural buzz
circa december 2003

the faux hawk
circa january 2004

the spikes
circa february 2004

the regal part
circa march 2004

the blue
circa may 2004

the pink (platinum right before this)
circa june 2004

the green
circa july 2004

the fawcett
circa july 2004

the let it be (revisisted many times)
circa august 2004

the fawcett + magic markers (rock bottom)
circa august 2004

the trailor park
circa speptember 2004

the no eyes
circa october 2004

the emma bunton
circa march 2005

the long locks
circa may 2005

the self-haircut
circa september 2005

the bob (a later self-haircut gone awry)
circa october 2005

the redhead
circa december 2005

today. no regrets.

baby's first swing

Tue, 04 Apr 2006 03:39:09 GMT

dress rehersal dinner for my uncle's likely farewell

Tue, 04 Apr 2006 03:38:42 GMT

the loss of an hour and the loss of things greater

Sun, 02 Apr 2006 09:14:21 GMT

i just realized that the two most loving elements that i've had in my life are gone now, and neither died naturally. my grandmother's emergency surgery didn't go well and it was a family decision to pull the plug and not let her go on for another day or two, and my cat was put to sleep. after my grandmother died i knew that i'd never be loved uncondtitionally again. she was the only person i had in my life, or will ever have, that actually loved me with real love. the closest i have now to that is maybe my brother, but he's got the selfish properties of his personality so that his love comes from a different place, which is how more than most of us are. plus he's got a wife and a baby which removes him from any other full connections. my cat's death also brought this weight on my heart because i knew i'd never come in contact with anyone as sweet or genuine like that in my life. i actually found that in a feline, and the emotion was so human. everyone everyone everyone in my life is so sadly opposite to those two elements, so much so that i feel i'm completely in this on my own now. i know i always was, but it's a scary feeling to, only recently, come up blank when i ask myself "who do i have?"

i'm probably not going to explain this right

Sat, 01 Apr 2006 20:50:25 GMT

i had the hottest dream. i was taking a piss in my bathroom with the window was open and it was facing an imaginary backyard or something. there were like four plumbers i think doing some work, which didn't make sense, but one of them was staring at me and we started talking and we were both giggling. then he came a little closer and stared some more. i said something like "keep looking, i'm an exhibitionist!" and he laughed and told me to meet him in the bushes. it was the longest imaginary pee.

when i woke up there was a plumber in my room with my landlord, trying to fix the waterline because the upstairs appartment was complaining. i don't really know. then he left my room and i went to pee. my bathroom window happened to be open, and it was directly facing his parked car. he got in the car as i was going but i didn't glance to see if he was looking because he wasn't as appealing as the one in my dream.

i live the life of a werido.

let's play which one does not belong

Wed, 29 Mar 2006 09:32:43 GMT

taken sometime in september last year. i've been going through some old stuff and getting rid of things, in the fashion of spring cleaning, and i stumbled across this gem. it's me (fourth) and my brother (second) with our far-out-in-long-island cousins. that day we joked about how we each seemed to have a matching one, but i'm still from a completely different planet. oh, and expect a few more nostalgic posts like this.

i do realize it's eist and not iest. no one got it so i've since rearranged the letters.

finding the corner and riding the e

Sun, 26 Mar 2006 09:06:36 GMT

seeing the squid and the whale at the angelika with alyssa and rae. an enchanting late city saturday evening if i do say so myself. bus route posts really help you find direction. gauze, chute, banish, notify.

now i understand beautiful times

Sat, 25 Mar 2006 11:00:05 GMT

katie's cake ingredient shopping at waldbaums, where we met up with jovanny. barnes and noble book shopping, where jovanny tried to squeeze into a parking spot of convience and i walked around with nylon being disappointed with the issue. new barnes and noble, which was chosen off a list of other locations that had what katie wanted, that came with jovanny shimmying to starbuck's soundtrack playing overhead and a soy marble mocha machiato for me. a right turn and we're driving aimlessly in jamaica. soon i found myself loving being at the crocheron park gazebo area up high, overlooking the highway, with them. if it wasn't so damn dark i'd've taken more pictures. fifteen minutes saying goodbye parked outside katie's house. a minute being driven to my house and i'm hugging jovanny then walking to my door. "hey jovanny, it's trent, can you come back? i think i dropped my keys in your car." an offer of just driving around until my parents come home since no keys were found. kicking it with jovanny and talking into saturday morning. homeward bound, and i'm here.

where my keys are remains unknown.

my sister as someone else as herself

Wed, 22 Mar 2006 09:16:01 GMT

if these last few days have taught me anything, it's that you should always do what you intended to do the way you thought about it in the morning before, or despite how, the rest of the day influenced you.

the l.i. homesnatching of the city drifters

Sun, 19 Mar 2006 10:02:32 GMT

long island is such a time warp, man. it has to be that because i will not regard it as the future. my sister's face says it all, or says enough. stopping in for hours on end at two separate houses. the first, belonging to a family friend and former babysitter of my brother, as well as me. we were regaled in vintage '70s stories of my brother jumping on couches singing "macho man" and vintage '80s stories of me running around in the nude in a backyard chasing doggies chasing bunnies, or something to the effect. carol's house was small and dank, but she offered me plenty of clementines and pears to keep me feeling rested. her and her daughter both seemed to be a little off the page, and things were strained, but i enjoyed myself. the second, belonging to my brother's cousin dawn, and her typical white suburban family. dawn was unwelcoming, though she had the chairs and sofas i'd've liked to sit on. it's always the ones who don't have much that know worth, never the ones that have something to offer. an hour into the night dawn asked if i wanted a seat. i declined and kept drinking my black coffee with two sugars. she makes good coffee. the older son came home a little before midnight to me and my sister standing in the doorway which, to his inebriated state, was already confusing as it was. i threw a peace sign and my sister motioned for me to join her for a porch smoke (which both housestops endlessly supplied). she asked "do you know him?" once we were outside and the door was closed, and i responded "yeah, we don't get along." it was time to go and as a leaving comment i sort of complimented dawn on her committed and unforgiving apple-themed kitchen. why we up and left queens for an aimless long island scavenge for the old days and who remembered them, i haven't learned, but i did find that there's no place like home, except your neighbor's, because we all seem to live the same deal.

tuesday just so you know's, ed. 1

Wed, 15 Mar 2006 03:40:34 GMT

just so you know...

subway eat fresh bags are for the bathroom garbage, jumbo ikea bags are for the kitchen garbage and i heart ny or korean supermarket grocery bags are for the bedroom garbage.

you can meet wonderful people in the supermarket aisles, namely called marilyn, who will give you exciting recipes for sesame tofu if you're not afraid to start conversations with strangers.

it's not my fault that the line is being held up because the wideload pigfucker cashier has to call price check on my soy ice cream and send down syndrome-afflicted michelle to go wander the frozen food aisles looking for the correct price, so it's tacky to rag on my personal life choices and mock me saying "i wonder how long that will last" in regards to be being a vegan. two years strong you filfth-ridden douchebag.

don't ask people if they're being sarcastic when they say things like "go army!" because you might find out that someone close is not only considering, but already set to join it rather soon.

most importantly, don't let you your mother put an animal of yours to sleep because it will change the dynamics of the household for the worse. you'll only learn that we're built to put up with irritation afterall.

power one oh five one in the bathroom is choice listening

Tue, 14 Mar 2006 03:23:00 GMT

radio host: you calling for chris brown tickets?
dude: yeah.
radio host: oh you like chris brown too?
dude: nah...it's for my friend.
radio host: for your friend or for your girl?
dude: for my girl.
radio host: for your shorty or for your girl?
dude: haha, it's up in the air.

oh, and who else is pissed over hoopz winning? fucking man.