Today, we said good-bye to our dog Anela. Wow...that is too weird to think about.
Anela Petrulo
August 7th 1995 - June 1st 2010
Tuesday, June 1, 2010
It Is Now Summer
Today, we said good-bye to our dog Anela. Wow...that is too weird to think about.
Anela Petrulo
August 7th 1995 - June 1st 2010
Monday, May 3, 2010
Every Now And Again
Welcome to May. I was digging up old stuff, and thought I'd share.
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"Old Things"
9.28.06
He is an old man trapped in a
twenty year old body. His broad
shoulders buckle under the weight
of the world he put upon himself.
He likes to go about his day,
portraying a carefree boy of
twenty...but there's much more
under the surface. I think most
people have given up on trying to
figure out just how he became
that way. I think most people
give up on those they don't
understand. I think this is why
he and I are drawn to one
another. I can sit with him, and
just emanate from my body that
I want him to pay attention. But
he'll sit silent and silly with all
the dignity in the world. He has
what he wants, but I don't. And
I'm still drawn there to him.
What makes him drawn to me...I'll
never know. I can only speculate,
and think that I've got
something going for me.
---
"Writing in the Dark"
7.17.08
I'm writing in the dark,
and it'll be very interesting to see
what comes out.
I have been trapped with my
thoughts for days,
and tired out by routine and
muscle memory.
The dark is the only time I find
peace
except for Spanish clips flashing
before my eyes.
My tired eyes,
and my tired thoughts
attempt at discerning and
translating
but I give up
and give in to the dark.
I just want to daydream again,
and give in to the warmth of the pillow
that I imagine as your body
pressed against mine.
The dark allows for this.
I try to find rest
but the day continues and the nights
get shorter
and I'm left with little time for
thoughts of you.
I'm writing in the dark -
this is bad for my eyes.
---
"Letters to a Little Me, #2"
11.17.09
Take a deep breath
and remember.
There was peace there. There
was green there. There were
waves upon waves of ocean and
endless thought.
But they were good. And they
were still.
And He was there.
Remember this place when you
are lonely. Remember the
feeling when you are sad.
Remember that he was there
to orchestrate wind and water
and life
and take a deep breath.
---
"Old Things"
9.28.06
He is an old man trapped in a
twenty year old body. His broad
shoulders buckle under the weight
of the world he put upon himself.
He likes to go about his day,
portraying a carefree boy of
twenty...but there's much more
under the surface. I think most
people have given up on trying to
figure out just how he became
that way. I think most people
give up on those they don't
understand. I think this is why
he and I are drawn to one
another. I can sit with him, and
just emanate from my body that
I want him to pay attention. But
he'll sit silent and silly with all
the dignity in the world. He has
what he wants, but I don't. And
I'm still drawn there to him.
What makes him drawn to me...I'll
never know. I can only speculate,
and think that I've got
something going for me.
---
"Writing in the Dark"
7.17.08
I'm writing in the dark,
and it'll be very interesting to see
what comes out.
I have been trapped with my
thoughts for days,
and tired out by routine and
muscle memory.
The dark is the only time I find
peace
except for Spanish clips flashing
before my eyes.
My tired eyes,
and my tired thoughts
attempt at discerning and
translating
but I give up
and give in to the dark.
I just want to daydream again,
and give in to the warmth of the pillow
that I imagine as your body
pressed against mine.
The dark allows for this.
I try to find rest
but the day continues and the nights
get shorter
and I'm left with little time for
thoughts of you.
I'm writing in the dark -
this is bad for my eyes.
---
"Letters to a Little Me, #2"
11.17.09
Take a deep breath
and remember.
There was peace there. There
was green there. There were
waves upon waves of ocean and
endless thought.
But they were good. And they
were still.
And He was there.
Remember this place when you
are lonely. Remember the
feeling when you are sad.
Remember that he was there
to orchestrate wind and water
and life
and take a deep breath.
Wednesday, April 21, 2010
I Gave Up...Then Came Back
Just when I was getting redonkulously sick of Lady Gaga...I hear her new song, "Alejandro."
Sigh.
Lady Gaga...I'm back.
I'm sorry I doubted you.
Sigh.
Lady Gaga...I'm back.
I'm sorry I doubted you.
Saturday, April 17, 2010
Is It Wrong?
Let me set up this scene for you:
After another night of work at Joe's Crab Shack, a fair amount of the servers are utilizing their employee discounts on the food, and kick their feet up a bit. Somehow, the topic of babies was brought up...maybe because one of the flex-managers/bartender's is pregnant.
Either way, one of the guys says this right here...
"Yeah right. I don't want to have babies. I don't want to ruin my life. I could just cut off my toes if I wanted to do that..."
And then I laughed. I laughed so hard the one remaining customer stared at me. But I was tired. And it was funny.
Is it wrong for him to have said that?
Maybe so.
After another night of work at Joe's Crab Shack, a fair amount of the servers are utilizing their employee discounts on the food, and kick their feet up a bit. Somehow, the topic of babies was brought up...maybe because one of the flex-managers/bartender's is pregnant.
Either way, one of the guys says this right here...
"Yeah right. I don't want to have babies. I don't want to ruin my life. I could just cut off my toes if I wanted to do that..."
And then I laughed. I laughed so hard the one remaining customer stared at me. But I was tired. And it was funny.
Is it wrong for him to have said that?
Maybe so.
Monday, April 12, 2010
Get Carried Away
WHOO HOO!!!
And the best part about this is? I won't spend DOUBLE the amount on a ticket on account of not being in London to watch the film.
On the other hand...it was way sweet to have seen the first film in London. Darn it! I want to go back!
Friday, April 9, 2010
Tuesday, April 6, 2010
The Rules of the Game
Apparently in trying to pick up women...there are certain rules. Now, I'm such a lame-o that I wouldn't know the first thing about dating. I don't date really...I meet people, and if we like each other, we immediately jump into a relationship. I've never messed around with the dating scene...it's just not my style.
However, for those that it IS their style...I guess there are rules we must follow.
And I just experienced some tonight whilst out with my brother at Stella's (true...not the first place I'd personally go to meet people).
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CASSIE's bedroom.
CASSIE is on her computer youtubing and in her baller shorts. Enter JOSH.
JOSH: "Hey, we should go to Stella's and grab food."
CASSIE: "Dude...I already ate."
JOSH: "I know, but let's go."
CASSIE: "Fine...just let me change into actual clothes then." CASSIE changes into jeans, sweatshirt and hat because hair is a mess.
---
Stella's Bar and Grille.
CASSIE and JOSH fine BRANDON and TIM (from 10Kmma) celebrating first successful class at gym. They grab a table in the bar and order food and drinks. There is much talking and laughter.
An hour into the evening, the bartender JAHAN brings a drink over to the table. Sets drink in front of CASSIE.
JAHAN: "Here...the guy over at the bar sent this over for you."
CASSIE: "For me?" Looks around table to JOSH, TIM and BRANDON. "I don't do shots..."
She uncomfortably looks toward the bar to see a weird blonde looking man salute her, and even more uncomfortably takes the drink.
Resumes conversation when JAHAN comes over with another drink from other male at the bar.
CASSIE takes the drink.
CASSIE: "I can't take any more."
BRANDON: "That's ballsy. Sending a girl a drink when she's at a table with four dudes."
JOSH: "That's not ballsy. He hasn't even come over to say hello."
BRANDON: "Yeah, but you never know if one of us is her boyfriend. That's a little weird."
JAHAN comes over again with a third drink.
JAHAN: "Sorry...they just keep sending them over."
CASSIE: "I seriously can't do this one...any one want it?"
BRANDON: "Well, if you're not going to drink it..." BRANDON takes the shot. "I purposefully did it when the blond guy was looking."
JAHAN comes over with two more drinks.
JAHAN: "They said she has to take these two now."
CASSIE: "I don't want them. Any one?"
TIM hands the shots over to his father, BEARD, who takes them both.
BEARD: "I've got nothing to prove."
TIM: "Man, it must be hard to be the best looking chick in the room every where you go."
JOSH walks over to the guys at the bar and speaks with the weird blonde.
JOSH: "You know, a conversation will work a lot better."
BLONDE: "F--- you!"
JOSH: "Hey man, I'm a bartender here, you watch it!"
BLONDE: "Aww man...I'm just kidding!" Tries to high five JOSH.
JOSH: "Don't touch me! Watch yourself pal!"
---
The scene ended with the three bar admirers going outside to have a smoke and failing to say hello to me at all.
That really didn't bother me. I normally go to the bar with boys to avoid that whole awkward, getting hit on thing...but this was just bizarre. We mostly stuck around to see if it would escalate to anything, which if it did, I wouldn't have had to lift a finger. I was with three guys who all study mixed martial arts. They would've had all of those guys on the ground so fast, my cherry coke would have hardly been touched at all.
SO....here are the rules I've learned from this encounter:
1. Don't buy girls drinks. Apparently, it's a bad move.
2. If you do buy a girl a drink, don't fail to talk to her, and don't fail to acknowledge the friends she is there with.
3. Don't mess with the bartender in his own bar.
4. Should things hit the fan, hang around dudes who fight mma. You get free drinks and a show.
However, for those that it IS their style...I guess there are rules we must follow.
And I just experienced some tonight whilst out with my brother at Stella's (true...not the first place I'd personally go to meet people).
---
CASSIE's bedroom.
CASSIE is on her computer youtubing and in her baller shorts. Enter JOSH.
JOSH: "Hey, we should go to Stella's and grab food."
CASSIE: "Dude...I already ate."
JOSH: "I know, but let's go."
CASSIE: "Fine...just let me change into actual clothes then." CASSIE changes into jeans, sweatshirt and hat because hair is a mess.
---
Stella's Bar and Grille.
CASSIE and JOSH fine BRANDON and TIM (from 10Kmma) celebrating first successful class at gym. They grab a table in the bar and order food and drinks. There is much talking and laughter.
An hour into the evening, the bartender JAHAN brings a drink over to the table. Sets drink in front of CASSIE.
JAHAN: "Here...the guy over at the bar sent this over for you."
CASSIE: "For me?" Looks around table to JOSH, TIM and BRANDON. "I don't do shots..."
She uncomfortably looks toward the bar to see a weird blonde looking man salute her, and even more uncomfortably takes the drink.
Resumes conversation when JAHAN comes over with another drink from other male at the bar.
CASSIE takes the drink.
CASSIE: "I can't take any more."
BRANDON: "That's ballsy. Sending a girl a drink when she's at a table with four dudes."
JOSH: "That's not ballsy. He hasn't even come over to say hello."
BRANDON: "Yeah, but you never know if one of us is her boyfriend. That's a little weird."
JAHAN comes over again with a third drink.
JAHAN: "Sorry...they just keep sending them over."
CASSIE: "I seriously can't do this one...any one want it?"
BRANDON: "Well, if you're not going to drink it..." BRANDON takes the shot. "I purposefully did it when the blond guy was looking."
JAHAN comes over with two more drinks.
JAHAN: "They said she has to take these two now."
CASSIE: "I don't want them. Any one?"
TIM hands the shots over to his father, BEARD, who takes them both.
BEARD: "I've got nothing to prove."
TIM: "Man, it must be hard to be the best looking chick in the room every where you go."
JOSH walks over to the guys at the bar and speaks with the weird blonde.
JOSH: "You know, a conversation will work a lot better."
BLONDE: "F--- you!"
JOSH: "Hey man, I'm a bartender here, you watch it!"
BLONDE: "Aww man...I'm just kidding!" Tries to high five JOSH.
JOSH: "Don't touch me! Watch yourself pal!"
---
The scene ended with the three bar admirers going outside to have a smoke and failing to say hello to me at all.
That really didn't bother me. I normally go to the bar with boys to avoid that whole awkward, getting hit on thing...but this was just bizarre. We mostly stuck around to see if it would escalate to anything, which if it did, I wouldn't have had to lift a finger. I was with three guys who all study mixed martial arts. They would've had all of those guys on the ground so fast, my cherry coke would have hardly been touched at all.
SO....here are the rules I've learned from this encounter:
1. Don't buy girls drinks. Apparently, it's a bad move.
2. If you do buy a girl a drink, don't fail to talk to her, and don't fail to acknowledge the friends she is there with.
3. Don't mess with the bartender in his own bar.
4. Should things hit the fan, hang around dudes who fight mma. You get free drinks and a show.
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