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03:48 pm:

It doesn't get much better than this. Does it?

10:40 am: Lisboa Antiga












I miss traveling. Not like I've ever really been anywhere though.

From jorgecolombo.com

01:15 pm: The DRRTY VERSION
LoveHateAffair: sup
popsICKlehammer: yo
popsICKlehammer: what the deal
popsICKlehammer: wanna come over and watch a andrei rublev
popsICKlehammer: tarkovsky
LoveHateAffair: dude stop posting on livejournal
popsICKlehammer: hahaha
popsICKlehammer: im bored
popsICKlehammer: isnt that what its for
LoveHateAffair: dumb you listen to compay segundo
popsICKlehammer: uh yeah
popsICKlehammer: you dont even know who that is
LoveHateAffair: hes some salsa guy
LoveHateAffair: hey i worked at virgin too
popsICKlehammer: its a group shithead
popsICKlehammer: lol
LoveHateAffair: whatever
LoveHateAffair: dude you make me hate music
LoveHateAffair: whats with all this handjob shit
popsICKlehammer: huh
popsICKlehammer: how does that make you hate music
popsICKlehammer: YOU make me hate music
popsICKlehammer: you bastardize it
LoveHateAffair: nigga you cant even spell bastardize
popsICKlehammer: anyhow, what
LoveHateAffair: stop being such a cunt
LoveHateAffair: act normal
popsICKlehammer: what are you talking about
popsICKlehammer: seriously dude, get over all thi assholierthanthoughshit
LoveHateAffair: im sorry
popsICKlehammer: jesus
popsICKlehammer: youre just being nice because you want me to get you a good birthday present arent you
LoveHateAffair: sometimes i say things i dont mean
LoveHateAffair: i need to think before i type
LoveHateAffair: i hope you can forgive me
popsICKlehammer: what the hell
LoveHateAffair: sometimes i take you for granted
LoveHateAffair: i just want you to know that i love you
LoveHateAffair: and i appreciate all the things you do for me
LoveHateAffair: youre the greatest friend a guy could ever have
popsICKlehammer: LOL
popsICKlehammer: you drunk nigga
LoveHateAffair: no ive never been more lucid
LoveHateAffair: ive just been doing a lot of thinking
LoveHateAffair: youve been right along
LoveHateAffair: im a jerk sometimes
popsICKlehammer: hahahahaha
LoveHateAffair: what can i do to be a better friend del
LoveHateAffair: im sorry to have upset you
popsICKlehammer: im posting this on LJ
popsICKlehammer: bitch
LoveHateAffair: yes please
LoveHateAffair: sing it from the mountain tops
LoveHateAffair: youre an amazing human being del
popsICKlehammer: asshole
LoveHateAffair: i hope that this is at least a small token of my appreciation
popsICKlehammer: im gonna give you a neck punch
LoveHateAffair: oh del!
LoveHateAffair: always the mischevious little scamp
LoveHateAffair: i love that about you
popsICKlehammer: LOL
LoveHateAffair: where have you gone?
LoveHateAffair: where has the light of my life gone?
popsICKlehammer: homo
LoveHateAffair: would you like to come over and i will make you a delicious lunch?
popsICKlehammer: sure chap
popsICKlehammer: righteo
LoveHateAffair: splendid
LoveHateAffair: ill see you in two shakes of a lambs tail then>
LoveHateAffair: ?
popsICKlehammer: faggot

04:21 pm: I have a SERIOUS red vines addiction....Ugghhhhh I feel sick right now....must eat moooooooooooooore

02:14 pm: Wild Hunt
From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia.



The Wild Hunt was a folk myth prevalent in former times across Northern Europe and Britain. The fundamental premise in all instances is the same: a phantasmal group of huntsmen with the accoutrements of hunting, horses, hounds, etc., in mad pursuit across the skies.

Seeing the Wild Hunt was thought to presage some catastrophe such as war or plague, or at best the death of the one who witnessed it. Mortals getting in the path of or following the Hunt could be kidnapped and brought to the land of the dead.

As Kris Kershaw has exhaustively documented (Kershaw 2001), the ritual reenactment of the Wild Hunt was a cultural phenomenon documented among many Gaulish and Germanic peoples. In its Germanic manifestations the Harii painted themselves black to attack their enemies in the darkness. The Heruli, nomadic, ecstatic wolf-warriors, dedicated themselves to Wodan. As humans became more "civilized" and settled (rather than foraging gatherers of the past), these raids by wild men of the forest and marsh counterbalanced the "unnaturalness" of the settled village and city life.

The Norse god Odin in his many forms, astride his eight-legged steed Sleipnir, was deeply associated with the Wild Hunt, particularly in Scandinavia. Odin acquired another aspect (to add to his many other names and attributes) in this context, that of the Wild Huntsman, along with Frigg. The passage of this hunt was also referred to as Odin's Hunt or Asgardareien. In Celtic countries, the Wild Hunt was the hosting of the Sidhe, the fairies; its leaders also varied, but they included Gwydion, Nuada, and Herne the Hunter.

Historical figures known to have participated in the Wild Hunt were St. Guthlac (683-714), and Hereward the Wake (died ca 1070).

The myth of the Wild Hunt has through the ages been modified to accommodate other gods and folk heroes, among them King Arthur and, more recently, in a Dartmoor folk legend, Sir Francis Drake.

In Quebec, the legend of the “chasse-galerie”, or witched canoe, is a favorite.

Compare it to another ghostly troop: the Santa Compaña in Galicia.

07:31 pm: You've found me.

09:28 am: dude
Proctoring final exams can be soooooooooooo boring. I wish I had a tall can right now. I want to be an alcoholic again, I think people liked me more when I was drunkard. I can not wait any longer. I still hate you.

P.S. Why are my live journal postings so weird? Why can't I just write about my day? Why do I have to write these cryptic, quasi-suicidal epiphanies? Oh well.

05:23 pm: I just realized I hate everyone on earth. Except for you.

08:12 am: Everyone needs to stop bagging on Robespierre
Seriously they do.

06:54 pm: I have been staring at this computer screen for SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO long, my rods and cones are all outta whack.

05:06 pm: SOMEONE HELP FIND ME A PLACE TO LIVE!!!
Exactly. Preferably on the eastside (Echo Park, Koreatown, Silverlake, Eagle Rock, Los Feliz). Yea yea, I sound all trendy trendy, but I need to be further east because my work is in the inland areas. Ask around, use smoke signals, whatever, just help me ok?

Oh yea, and I would preferably like a place with hardwood floors, white walls, and a tree in the yard.


This is your charge. Godspeed.

05:38 pm: Carla Boubes
This journal entry is about Carla Boubes. She brings joy to my life. I wish her lots of love and food. She is the sun and I am but a delicate sapling reaching toward the sky. She feeds me with her warmth and radiance. Her benevolence and just countenance can warm even the hardest of hearts. May she not know the cruel taste of saddness or her own mortality. Her spirit uplifts me like a mighty hot air balloon, delivering me from all ill will. God bless Carla, she is the living incarnation and manifestation of feminine virtue.

11:33 pm: Charlotte Gainsbourg

06:55 pm: I am not trying to be funny here
LAYER ONE: On The Outside
- Name: Filipe Alexandre Leal Simas Espirito Santo Silva Melo
- Nickname: Felipe
- Birth date: August 13, 1979 A.D.
- Birthplace: Pomona, California U.S.A.
- Current Location: Chino, California U.S.A.
- Eye Color: Dark brown, some may say black, although that doesn't exist
- Hair Color: Brown
- Height: Around 6'1"
- Righty or Lefty: Left
- Zodiac sign: Leo

LAYER TWO: On The Inside
- Your heritage: Portuguese, although there are rumors that my mother may be Flemish
- The shoes you wore today: White Chuck Taylors
- Who you look like: Michaelangelo's David
- Your weakness: I am but a mortal, don't tell anyone!
- Your fears: Cute girls, nuclear war
- Your perfect pizza: plain cheese from Trader Joe's
- Goal you'd like to achieve: Hardwood floors and a Lemon tree in my house

LAYER THREE: Yesterday, Today, Tomorrow
- Your most overused phrase on AIM: lol
- Your thoughts first waking up: SNOOZE BUTTON!
- Your best physical feature: lips
- Your bedtime: When the sun comes up
- Your most missed memory: Paris

LAYER FOUR: Your Pick
- Pepsi or Coke: neither
- McDonalds or Burger King: neither
- Adidas or Nike: Adidas
- Chocolate or vanilla: Can't I have both?
- Cappuccino or coffee: Cappuccino

LAYER FIVE: Do You?
- Smoke: Like a poor chimney.
- Cuss: Why the fuck not???
- Sing: Yes, in the car, in the shower, when drunk, English football chants
- Have a crush: tons
- Think you've been in love: I know I have
- Like high school: Not particularly, maybe high school girls, but that's a whole other can of worms
- Want to get married: sure
- Believe in yourself: I am here typing this aren't I????
- Get motion sickness: Sometimes
- Think you're attractive: Sometimes
- Think you're a health freak: If you took away my vices, I would be the image of health-Dawn Russell
- Get along with your parents: Sometimes
- Like thunderstorms: sure
- Play an instrument: only skin flute

LAYER SIX: In the past month...
- Drank alcohol: numerous occasions
- Smoked: uhhhhhhh duh
- Done a drug: I don't think so?
- Eaten an entire box of Oreo's: no
- Eaten sushi: yea, don't remember what kind though
- Been on stage: Yes
- Gone skating: Yes
- Gone skinny-dipping: no
- Dyed your hair: yes
- Stolen anything: yes

LAYER SEVEN: Ever.
- Played a game that required removal of clothing: I think so
- Been trashed or extremely intoxicated: I think it would be better to ask when I HAVENT been extremely trashed
- Been caught doing "something": If this means what I think it means, then yes
- Been called a tease: Yes
- Gotten beaten up: No, just punched
- Shoplifted: Once or twice in my youth.

LAYER EIGHT: Getting Older
- Age you hope to be married: 35
- Numbers and Names of Children: I dont know
- Describe your dream wedding: Uhh... the minister is an elk, I'm wearing wings and a green leotard and my groom is suspended from a tree branch by a series of pulleys because he is missing both legs- Dawn
- How do you want to die: Like St. Lawrence, by being grilled alive
- What do you want to be when you grow up: Playboy
- What country would you most like to visit: Turkey,or Byzantium if you're so inclined

LAYER NINE: In a partner
- Best eye color: Doesnt matter, as long as she doesn't cheeeeeeeat
- Hair color: Doesnt matter, as long as she doesn't cheeeeeeeat
- Short or long hair: Shortish long
- Height: Under 5"9'
- Weight: Light as a feather, stiff as a board
- Best articles of clothing: Trendy shit

LAYER TEN: In The Numbers...
- Number of people I could trust with my life: 0
- Number of CDs that I own: 200?
- Number of piercings: 0
- Number of tattoos: 0
- Number of times my name has appeared in the newspaper: I don't know. 3 times?? Unrelated occurences
- Number of things in my past that I regret: Starting this survey

04:25 pm: That's so dawn.

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12:46 pm: ....
Mark Favis.