viv

i havn't met anyone interesting, but i have neglected to tell you about my martial arts training which i am going to unnegelect now. (im not even sure if that's a word)

i started studying sho lin kung fu. it's very traditional martial arts, which if you are into it, it could be great. the traditional parts that i disliked were the forms that we worked on. forms are similar to what people do in the parks. kinda slow concentrated movements that are supposed to prepare you to fight. i hated them. i was taking martial arts to relieve stress and the forms stressed me out. then after training at the gym for about a year and a 1/2 they sifo(instructor) started to really push me to compete in fighting competitions which didn't want to do. so for that and other reasons, i left that gym. for the next for years i studied mainly kick boxing w/ and emphasis on muay tai kick boxing. when i moved to new york about a year and a half ago i studied at a gym that was strictly muay tai. its defintely my favorite style. it's very direct and vicious w/ alot of elbows and knees. i have put the martial arts to the side and have been really focusing on my musical carreer lately.

when i first moved to new york i used to go out and discover the night life by myself but people are not as open to meeting a guy thats alone compared to girls, or at least i think so. i never kissed a 6 foot blonde women ever.

[Edited on Feb 22, 2004 5:57PM]

I met a few folks Saturday night, but I don't really remember them that well. Not that I was drunk or anything, just thinking really deep thoughts.

A fitting love story for our time is definitely nostalgic.

a fitting love story for our time...

One that takes place against a forbidden backdrop...one that ends unresolved so that the reader will actually have things to think about upon completing the story...


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signs you wont be getting into college:

On visit to campus, you accidentally kill the school mascot

Instead of a cap and gown, your high school gives you a McDonald's uniform

After four years of Spanish, you still can't place an order at Taco Bell

You took an S.A.T. preparation course that was advertised by Sally Struthers

You tell admissions officer you're looking forward to "some good, honest book-larnin'"

Instead of application, you send in a Where's Waldo? book with all the Waldos circled

You insist interviewer call you by your nickname: "Glue-Sniffin' viv"

Last time you picked up a book, Michael Jackson was black


a little college humour to brighten up your day

Very interesting, the idea of like as a dream. Sometimes it sure does seem that way. One of my odd obsessions has been the search for "authenticity" -- when are we authentic? In prayer, on crack, in the throes? Which of these states help us come closest to our form. Are psychotropic meds a cop-out because they render you less authentic? I reckon it follows that none of this would feel authentic if nothing really is authentic until we wake up. Glad to see you back in these parts Viv. Hope life is treating you goodly in the outer burroughs

always the way. i once had a girl call me after she left and tell me i blew it, that i should have made a move.
keep your spirits up.

hang in there.

i was at mabon!
small world.
i dont remember much as far as faces go, tho. all i can remember is the guy who was standing across the circle from me, picking his nose the whole time.
i will be at beltane, as well.

I drink neutral milk.

You should feel special.
I RARELY comment in journals.

You should come out to an SGNY party. If you've been to one already, and I met you and don't remember you, I apologize. I usually get pretty tore at those parties.

Anyway......hi.

changed your mind about what?

i tend to be rather shy and to-myself at enchantments.
maybe i have seen you there, tho.. its a small (magickal) world.

the 17th is a party in philly.
i'm not going.
i think the next nyc event is the burlesque show.
are you going?