ThatMaskedMan

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2002-06-22 04:56:40 (UTC)

June 21, 2002

I'm getting a brand new guitar and amp in about a week.
It's a Les Paul Standard by Epiphone in ebony, and the amp
is a Deluxe 90 by Fender. Combined with some distortion,
I'll be wreaking havoc on eardrums for miles. =P

Marianna also came in this afternoon. I'm glad to see
her, and so far we've been getting along great. We'll be
spending the day together tomorrow, dropping by her friend's
house for a while, and grabbing dinner at Benihana (Japanese
steakhouse).

Jen graduates Sunday. I'm going to be there, watch her
get her diploma, and leave quietly. I don't really have a
desire to see anyone besides her, even though I am friends
with Carlos, but only because I feel that if I hesitate for
one person, it will create a snowball effect and I'll end up
meeting people I don't want to. But I'll be there
nonetheless.

I had lunch today with Michelle and some of her friends.
We had a pretty good time, and I got to spend time with
Michelle in the afternoon. She's at the Incubus concert
tonight (lucky her!), and I hope she's having a good time.


So if life appears to be so good, then why am I still
depressed?

Answer: because I sense that Michelle is still not over
it, and hence I am affected.

Pathetic? Yes.
Immature? Perhaps.
Illogical? Not entirely.
Then why? Because I still care for her, and if I sense that
she's unhappy it affects me.

Irrational? Without a doubt.
Then why? Because as rational a person as I try to be, I am
still human, and emotions, especially love and hate, are
remarkably strong. Emotions are that which dictate our
sense of justice and values, yet consistently defy the
universal structure particular to logic, mathematics, and
science. If anything, the biggest threat to our rationale
lies in the emotions that possess us.

I have tried all my life to separate the two from each
other so I can use each when appropriate, kind of like
finding a middle ground. But the left and right halves of
our brain house the biggest contradiction of the human race.
As I cannot separate the halves of my brain, such seems the
futility of my plan. Life is hell with this lethal
combination, but I question how much better I have made my
life by playing the referee. How much pain have I inflicted
when all I wanted to do was the right thing? Life is too
short to worry about whose feet you trample on, but that
doesn't give us the excuse to say, "Fuck it all," and deem
ourselves rebellious when all we are is crass. No matter
what you do, someone will be unhappy, but it makes a big
difference when you know the person whose feet you've
trampled.


"Every time I make a run, girl you turn around and cry.
I ask myself, Why, oh, why?
See, you must understand, I can't work a 9 to 5,
So I'll be gone till November.

Said I'll be gone till November, I'll be gone till November.
You tell my girl, yo, I'll be gone till November.
I'll be gone till November, I'll be gone till November.
You tell my girl, yo, I'll be gone till November.
Janurary, Feburary, March, April, May...
I see you cryin' but girl I can't stay.
I'll be gone till November, I'll be gone till November,
And give a kiss to my mother.

Girl I gotta leave, please don't cry.
When I come back you know the limit's the sky.
I'll take you out to dinner to your favorite spot,
Feed you an aphrodisiac just to get you hot.
Drive by movies, by the cemetery,
If my corpse can talk then I would tell you I was sorry.
Lifestyles of the rich and famous,
Some die with a name, some die nameless.

Every time I make a run, girl you turn around and cry.
I ask myself, Why, oh, why?
See, you must understand, I can't work a 9 to 5,
So I'll be gone till November.

Said I'll be gone till November, I'll be gone till November,
You tell my girl, yo, I'll be gone till November.
I'll be gone till November, I'll be gone till November,
You tell my girl, yo, I'll be gone till November.
Janurary, Feburary, March, April, May...
I see you cryin' but girl I can't stay.
I'll be gone till November, I'll be gone till November,
Yo, give a kiss to my mother (to my mother).

We had none, I had to do some,
So I'm knockin' on hevean's door like I'm Bob Dylan.
Never contemplatin' with the charges I'm facin'.
My new born son, I wanna see his graduation.
Take him to the movies by the cemetery,
If my corpse can talk then I would tell him I was sorry.
Lifestyles of the rich and famous,
Some die with a name, some die nameless.

Every time I make a run, girl you turn around and cry.
I ask myself, Why, oh, why?
See, you must understand, I can't work a 9 to 5,
So I'll be gone till November.

Said I'll be gone till November, I'll be gone till November.
You tell my girl, I'll be gone till November.
I'll be gone till November, I'll be gone till November,
You tell my girl, yo, I'll be gone till November.
Janurary, Feburary, March, April, May...
I see you cryin' but girl I can't stay.
I'll be gone till November, I'll be gone till November,
And give a kiss to my mother (to my mother, to my mother)."
- "Gone Till November (Radio Edit)" by Wyclef Jean


November 11th is her birthday. I'll be gone till
December, and after that gone till May. And so it goes...

-Ricardo-

P.S.: Germany won, 1-0. USA actually played very well.

Ouch...Note to self: Try not to burn forearm on tailpipe of
car...




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