How 'bout now?

So now it’s ok, now that all the friends are settling in to their warm caves, now that the night has settled in its after-hours. Now that the skirts, skanalicious, worm their way underground. Now that the blood is pumping, and the buzz steady holds its course. Now that the fun has ended, and the nightly beer adventures of whoknowswhat with whoknowswho. NOW it’s ok. When the boys and girls are settling in the beds, warming up to Mr. and Mrs. Today. Now it's ok, now that all is quiet, and life stands still with the night. “Now please, join my own life” Now that the day is new, and all rest home. Now that questions won’t be asked, and like all else will remain a mystery, Now it’s the time, to cease to have your own life. Now is ok for this particular visitor, who in frail words is held with such esteem. Not then, but now its ok, now, when there is no one else..

No, now is not ok.

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Creo que necesito que alguien restore mi fe en las mujeres. Se me ha ido. Y necesito una heroina y se que las hay, pero necesito que sea alguien cerca de mi. No estoy diciendo que las muchachas que conozco son malas, para nada, son buenas mujeres que quiero mcho, pero busco a alguien that does not falter. Pense que la tenia, pero quizas solo tuve la ilusion de algo que nunca tendre...

Se que es mi culpa, poner tantas esperanzas en una persona, quizas soòe mucho, y no desperte a tiempo. Nadien es perfecto, y eso no es lo que busco. Nada mas a alguien que me diera cuenta que las cosas buenas de una mujer siguen intanctas en la sociedad. Busco eso, porque lo necesito, necesito algo que me calme mi inseguridad de que una mujer me abandonara enamorado. De que, hay mujeres que tienen la cabeza buen puestas.

Todo esto es mi culpa. Mi inseguridad es grande, y no es porque soy inseguro, viene de mi miedo de ser herido. No quiero un corazon roto, porque creo que si se me rompe mi corazon, nunca podra ser reparado, De hay viene mi reluctance para enamorarme y abrir mi corazon. Todo viene de eso, el miedo de tener un corazon herido.

Nada personal. Si pongo demasiada presion, if I rest all my hopes, my faults, mis inseguridades.... en lo que no debo
Lo siento.
Es mi culpa.

Last Saturday Pt1 & Pt2

This weekend was quite interesting. Particularly Saturday: First I went to B’s for a little grilling, which was nice. Then Em came and we went to a little get together for Mavi’s birthday (My brothers gf), which was nice as well. Then Em and left that to go to Art’s house warming party. That was interesting.

We got there around 11:30 I believe, walked in started to say hi to everyone, that traditional stuff. Em was looking good in her jean skirt and black v-neck short sleeve shirt, but that’s beside the point. So we walk in, and we sit down whatever, I ask Em if she wants something to drink and she being a shy girl I accompanied her to the keg (which was located in the small laundry room). There we are approach by this Polish guy, with very unpolished English, I am pouring Em a beer, and she is standing by the door. So Damon (the Polish guy) drunk beyond belief, stuttering approaches her and says “you look like Britney Spears.” Em acknowledges his drunken remark with a nod and I get on helper mode and move her away. First we must establish the accent, very strong (a la the foreign guy from Can’t Hardly Wait that says “I’m a sex machine.”) Think Arnold “I’ll be back!”

So then DAMON, corners me by standing by the door, looks straight at me, and says… “Y O U ARE BEAUTIFUL MAAAN.”

I laughed out loud inside, and smiled in the outside. CLEARLY, this guy has never been as drunk as he is now. I say “thanks” and move to the kitchen with Em.
Damon, unrelenting as he was follows me, and goes “DO YO U HAVE SOME ME XICAN BLOOO D?” Completely impressed with his deductive reasoning, and realizing he was now 1out of 2, I answered, “Yea, I have all Mexican blood.” Damon eyes widen, mouth foaming (literally!! his spit was flying all over the place, with some foam resting on his mouth. For all I know, he could have had rabies, which could explain his hallucination when he saw me. )

“AHHH” he said.
“I HAAVE BEEN WAITIN ALLLL MY LIFE TO MEET MAAAN WITH MEXICAAN BLOOD.”

”Thanks.” I added.

Later, me and Damon had another encounter when he proceeded to tell me how I was a mix of , a odd mix if you ask me of “AANTONIO BANDERAAS and NICOLAS CAGE”

‘Is my hairline receding? Is my natural tan diminishing,’ I wondered. “Am I going bald” I said.

Emily looked at Damon bewildered. I didn’t know whether to feel bad, or punch him. The man had low standards, so I excused him. 30 minutes later, Damon, was passed out in Arts’ bedroom. Most likely dreaming of me. :- (

Last Saturday PT.2

THEN THERE WAS GREG:

Greg had a tad too much to drink. Just a tad. His movements reminded me of the slow walking zombie from DAWN OF THE DEAD. Something Em could attest to.

So how drunk was Greg. Greg was pretty drunk. In one occasion, he rolled around on the floor like had had just been decapitated, limbs moving uncontrollably and unpredictably twitches, convulsing as if he had just had the heart attacks to end all heart attacks and then been proceeded to be hit with a defibrillator, sort of like a fish out of water. That was early in the night, BEFORE THEN Greg proceeded to hit on his friends girlfriend, kissing her on her arm and neck area as people moved him away.

THEN Greg choose to become a panther. Yes. A panther. Full with growling, walking on all fours, aggressive behavior, the whole nine yards.

Greg, on all fours, growling: Then there was Joe, waiting for a reason to kick his ass. And Greg, on all fours, growling, looking to charge, and everyone, hoping he wouldn’t. Joe had it for Greg the whole night. Joe pissed at hell, prayed to Hades that Greg charged, jaw tensing, look fixed on a whoop ass. And Joe would of beat his ass REAL BAD, panther or no panther. It was a good party, so we stopped Greg, and it continued. Greg continued to do what panthers do all over the house, until he found Alicia’s leg, which he proceeded to hump, in all sorts of manners and positions. Then more panther, more convulsing, more clumsiness, Greg walking around the party with 3 beers, spilling all over his drunken-panther self. Greg, who likes to hump legs and should be grateful he is not bruised and toothless.

Then there was John, who danced to the complete choreography of N’SYNC’s “BYE BYE BYE” and who will suffer for it, the rest of his life. And Em’s and Art’s view of Laura’s “asshole” as Brian sensibly put it.

John who dreams of being Wade Robson and Em + Art who wished Laura wore longer skirts.