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Styk_Figure_BoB's Journal
"My PaGeS"
. . . YoU MiGhT LiKe WhAt YoU ReAd . . .
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Taking a Break From writing because I'm too fucking lazy. lol
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September 03, 2008, 10:51:pm
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Survey. (Alison, I hope you read this<333333)
Hello, my name is:
Well, I go by many, many names, actually. But, my girl calls me Angel.
Who holds your heart at the moment?
None other than my dearly beloved Alison<3. She's so amazing.
Do you have siblings over the age of 21?
My eldest sister is 25, my brother is 23, and my other sister is 18.
What is your favorite kind of weather?
The kind of weather that gives you an excuse to snuggle up with someone you know.
In plain english: Cold weather.
What is your favorite color shirt to wear?
I wear band t's mostly. Most of which are: A Perfect Circle, and Marilyn Manson t's. I've got a few Tool shirts, but I seemed to have lost them. . or my sister has them -_-.
What are you looking forward to in the next 5 days?
My Birthday (well, it's not exactly in five days). I could be miscounting.
Who do you look up to most mom or dad?
Neither, really. I look up to my brother more.
Are you happy with your life?
Well, yeah. I've got a decent job (it may be temporary, but it's good), the perfect girl (Alison, you're a Goddess<3333), a good school (CAHS FTW!!), and I've got some pretty cool friends.
Would you change yourself?
Only one thing.
Have you ever changed your clothes while in a vehicle?
Yeah, once. But, that was for Theatre related stuff.
What shoes did you wear today?
My favourite ones. They're really torn up, but I still love them to death.
Do you like hugs?
Dude, I fucking love hugs but. . I like them better when they're from Ms. Alison♥.
Are you a loud person?
Which 'Loud' are you refering to  ? (Alison, that was for you, hehe)
Would you rather trade lives with a famous person?
No thanks. I like my privacy. And besides, celebrity relationships never last. I'd rather be with Alison.
Are you ready to get out of this town?
Absolutely. I should be where Alison is.
When was the last time you went shopping?
Not too long ago. This weekend I'm shopping for some new jeans. Something pretty baggy (I don't like tight Jeans. It's unmanly).
Are you wearing any jewelry?
Rings (On my left hand)<3 (I love you, Alison), My studded bracelt, my watch.
Have you ever been on the television?
Nah. I don't really want to, either.
What did you eat today?
Toaster Strudles for breakfast, KFC for lunch, Chinese food for dinner.
Do you live near your best friend?
Sadly, no. Jessie lives rather far. But, it's ok. We're still besties no matter what.
Are you scared of bugs?
Some. Not all of them. Ninja Alison is teaching me the ancient art of "OMFG!!!! A BUG!!!! *Squashes* DIE BITCH!!!!". . a skilled master, she is.
Do you read?
Alison says it's good for me to read. So, I read. That, and, in order to be a good writer, you have to become a good reader.
Do you sleep with a teddy bear?
Does Alison count?
What are you doing tomorrow?
Going to school lol then when I come home I get to talk to Alison<3.
Are you wearing underwear right now?
My Penguin boxers.
What are you doing right now?
Checking my Gaia (my main account is currently 3 day'd).
Is there anyone that you wish was out of your life?
Quite a few people.
How old do you want to be when you have kids?
I'll let Alison decide that.
Last time you ate cereal?
Yesterday.
Do you have any tattoos or piercings?
Two tatts on my back, five piercings.
Did you kiss anyone today?
Ms. Alison♥.
Where would you like to live?
I want to live in El Salvador with Alison, OR I want to take her to England to live with me. We'd live near my Aunts and uncles, a couple cousins, maybe across the way from my Grandparents.
When's the last time you fell or ran into something?
lol This morning.
See, I dwell in my basement currently and down there, there are a couple of pillars, well. . lol this morning I ran into one of them. lol
Are you a fast typer?
Yes, I am.
Have you ever moved?
Too many times. Most of my childhood consisted of moving to different places.
Are you listening to music right now?
I'm listening to a playlist that Alison made for me. I think I wanna make her one, too  .
What makes you mad?
Woman beaters, drug addicts, ignorant people, a few Republicans. The list goes on.
Have you ever had a song written about you?
Not that I'm aware of.
If you could change your eye color what would it be?
Alison loves my eyes, but, if I could change my eye colour, I'd change them to blue.
Have you ever had a surprise birthday party?
A few times in my life.
When's the last time you cried?
I cried a little yesterday, because I was so happy to speak with Alison.
Who was the last person that made you laugh?
Alison♥
How many 20 dollar bills do you have on you right now?
I have, currently, six twenty dollar bills right now.
How did you get your last bruise?
Alison♥
Would you rather sleep at a friend's or have them over?
Neither. I want Alison to sleep over.
Do you have a hard time admitting you're wrong?
Sometimes. But, everyone is like that, I'm sure.
Do you get along with guys or girls better?
Ummmmm, I used to get along with girls better. But, it's now equal. See, my problem used to be that: Guys couldn't be trusted at all because they're selfish. But, I've found that a lot of guys actually have some respect and won't go after your girl.
Do you think you have made a difference in anyone's life?
Alison says I've made a difference in hers. Actually, she made a HUGE difference in mine. I'm a better person because of her.
Have you ever been punched by the opposite sex?
A few times. But, I don't hit girls, so. . lol I had no choice.
Are you officially boy/girlfriend with someone?
Alison is more than that♥
Can you cook harder things than spaghetti, pancakes, and macaroni?
Not really, I can't cook THAT well.
Who is the first person in your phone book?
Alison♥
And
Jessie♥
What made you happy today?
Talking to Alison.
Have you ever been in trouble with the police?
A lot more times than I'd like to admit lol.
Where will you be in an hour?
Here. lol
What was the WORST thing that happened to you today?
Having to switch classes because a teacher said I "couldn't handle the pressure" doing an AP class.
A fact about the person you love/like:
Alison is kind of afraid of cats for the reason that they scratch. But, she isn't afraid of my cats, though. She's grown attached to: Tippy and Fantom.
Do you know a lot about cars?
I don't know a damn thing.
Have you ever gotten into a drunken fight?
Many times. Back in my day, I'd soccer punch them for making fun of my Heritage. (I'm Hispanic)
What should you be doing right now?
Writing my Haiku for Fifth hour.
What was the cause of the last reason you got mad?
The fucking teachers switched me out of AP English.
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"What Goes Around, Will Come Around" Written by: BoB
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June 08, 2008, 09:10:pm
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[This is not based on a true story. The characters are all ficitional (for those of you who already knew that, I apologize, some of the people who read my stuff are too stupid to realize that this is all from my head.]
"Good morning, Veronica." said Doctor Demirro to his secretary who was reading her magazine "Good morning, Doctor." she said with total disinterest, still reading her Cosmo. Doctor Demirro folded his hands and cleared his throat, Veronica looked up at him and then she handed him a handful of post-it notes
"Half of these are from your wife." she said in almost a monotonous tone of voice,
"And the other half?" he said while looking through them,
"From some woman named 'Amber'. She called six times in a row."
The Doctor looked up from his messages, pushed his glasses up, and he raised his eye brow "Six times?" he asked almost quietly, Veronica nodded and went back to her magazine "This is the fourth woman that has called you, Vincent." Doctor Demirro slightly shrugged, "Most of my patients are female, Veronica."
"Yes, I've noticed." Veronica said sarcastically. The doctor leaned in and he said in almost a harsh tone of voice ". . . I'm not paying you to act like a bitch, Veronica. Remember that." and then he went into his office.
He sat down at his desk, opened his drawer, and pulled out a folder entitled "Parker", then set it down on his desk. He skimmed through it, reading a paragraph here and there, "Damn. She really is a mess." he said to himself. He picked up his phone and pushed 'One' then he said "Veronica. Coffee, please?- Thanks." and hung up. He continued to read the papers, moments later the phone rang, the caller I.D. read "Marlene Demirro", he sighed and picked picked up the phone
"Hello, Dear, what's up?"
"Hi, Honey, I just wanted to call you to tell you I'm-"
"- 'Cancelling our lunch plans again, because you're working an important case', Yes, Marlene, I got it."
"Ummm. . . No? I'm letting you know that I'll be there around, say, elevenish? twelvish? that sound good?"
"Oh! Well, in that case, sure! Come on over!"
"Ok! I love you, Vinci."
"Ditto. See you later."
He hung up the phone and he started looking over his notes from yesterday's patient, Anna Stanford, her case, he thought, by professional opinion, was even more 'fucked up' then Monday's patient, Mona Banks. He threw his notes back on his desk and then Veronica entered the room "Your coffee, Doctor." he nodded, his way of saying thanks. He sat back in his chair. He was feeling that today wasn't going to be as easy as yesterday. He only had two patients yesterday, today he's got three or four to deal with. All of which have a bad case of psychosis. One of them does self-mutilation- he likes to peirce himself, mainly on his face. Sometimes on his neck, one time he made himself bleed. That was probably on purpose.
Doctor Demirro hated his job, but he loved the money he was making. He hated his wife, but he loved how wonderful in bed she was. Last night they went out to dinner at her favourite resteraunt and when they went home she threw him onto the couch, gave him oral, then she climbed on top of him and fucked his brains out. He thought it was a great night. You could say that she was a 'trophy wife', but he often cheated on her with his patients. Last week he had sex with his twenty-two year old patient from Manhatten, near where he lived. He convinced her that if she had sex with him, her problems would go away. What made him laugh was that she believed him, the down side, though, is that she is also convinced that she's cured. So, now she isn't going to see him anymore. But, he doesn't mind so much. Simply because he's got a ton of other patients to do. One of them thinks they love him, she actually confessed after they were done doing it on his desk. Of course, he just smiled, said some sweet nothings into her ear, made her swoon- you know the rest. His wife never knew of all of his affairs, and if she did she wasn't saying anything. She just went about her daily life, happy, slightly "clueless", if she is, and joyful.
The good Doctor sat at his desk, looking over more cases all the while drinking his coffee. He sighed, looked at his clock "Another two fucking hours," he said to himself "then lunch. . . kill me now." He took out his notepad and he began jotting notes down from yesterday's case. He was dealing with a fifteen year old girl who thought she was Elizabeth Taylor. Demirro would deal with it, but not in a 'professional' way. He knew she was faking it all, but, she was hot so he decided to "treat" her, anyway. She wore short skirts everytime she saw him, but always a fancy top, probably so he'd pay more attention to her chest but his attention was always to her legs and what lie between them. He wrote down her "symptoms" in his notes and he described her "condition". He stopped writing and he said to himself "What the fuck am I doing?" he tore the peice of paper and threw it in the trash. He wasn't about to write everything until he could come up with a better excuse for her to keep seeing him. He sat there for a little while, thinking up a believeable story.
(To be continued)
Mood: Mellow
Music: "Wilkommen Im Nichts" by Eibrecher
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"More Arm Poetry" written by: BoB
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May 24, 2008, 09:54:pm
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[Umm, this is another poem I wrote on my arm. When I get inspired and don't have any paper on me, I'll write it on my forearm (I'm probably not th'first to come up with that idea, but, it works!). Enjoy]
Tell me something. Anything.
The sound of you talking
makes my heart sink deeply.
We were meant for each other.
We are forever and ever. We'll
always stay together, My love,
I could ne'er bore of you.
My lovely Sparrow, Tell me love,
tell me anything because I'm
always listening to you.
Then later on will you let
me cut you off with a passionate
kiss? Will you let me speak
softly to you? Do you know
that I love you forever?
FIN
Copyright (C) 2008
B. Ramirez
Mood: I'm feeling pretty succulent
Music: "The Recluse" by Cursive
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"Suddenly An Eternity just isn't enough" written by: BoB
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April 21, 2008, 09:06:pm
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[Ummmm, I thought of this just today and wrote it down. I mainly wrote this for Alison<3]
At last we've mixed together t'blend a beautiful colour,
it's like wehave forever t'keep mixing and mixing.
We've made a great painting that's worthy enough t'be art.
Painted so long ago, I know because it looks so old and faded.
Slightly jaded. Some of it peels and peels away.
Th'frame is gathering dust, th'screws've rusted.
But, nonetheless, we're still whole. We still have
eachother through th'whole bit. And I regret none
of it what so ever. We have forever it seems. .
But eternity just isn't enough.
We grew fond of each other. We were friends.
But, above all else. . we fell in love. We fell passionately
in love. Y'can see in this little painting th'things almost
look too perfect. Because th'artists who painted it
were passionate people. They fell in love and they
had anything and everything they could ever desire.
How they admired each other near or far. They were
in love. Th'world was theirs. They had forever it seemed. . .
but suddenly eternity just wasn't enough.
More time was needed for them. He loved her.
She loved him. But his words always hurt her in
more than one way. All th'things he would say,
only in th'spark of th'moment. If he meant it,
he wouldn't know. Because he was angry.
But, when they were together they had
anything and everything they could ever ask for.
They were in love. They had each other
t'keep them sane. When they lay together
they had felt like they had th'world. They had
forever t'live. Nothing could ever, ever seperate
them. They had eternity. . . but it seems that
eternity wasn't enough now. It's ne'er enough.
Because they love each other. So in love that
they felt they would die without ever being in
their arms. Th'outside inflicted harm on them,
her mostly because she was without them.
See? In this part of th'painting y'can see th'slow
and gentle stroke of th'brush, a sign of remourse,
a sign of agony. Because she was without her love.
Th'second artist. On th'other side of th'painting,
y'can see where he coloured in. Th'red, t'sybolize
his love and admiration of her th'blue, t'tell her
"I could ne'er live without you, Duchess, and if
I am t'live. . . may it be a horrible existance.",
th'black t'symbolize how he felt when she was
not near him. His fear of losing her. On th'corner
y'can see a small spot where th'paint smeared a
spot that was supposed t'be red. But, a colour
mixed in with it. . black? An eyeliner tear.
From when he wept because of how he
let his harshness take o'er. Th'other side
of th'painting, lower left hand corner, a flame.
T'symbolize her hatred and her scorn "Hell hath no
fury than th'Duchess scorn'd". Ne'er. But, y'see, they
truly loved each other. They loved each other deeply.
Very passionately. But, see, th'thing was they
really had forever t'live it seems. But. . suddenly. . .
eternity wasn't enough. . .It was ne'er enough for
them. Because they wanted more than just an eternity.
They felt that they could have so much more than what
was presented. Still, in their heads, eternity wasn't
enough. Eternity just wasn't enough.
Now th'painting is famous. Every colour on th'canvas
with it's own hidden, but true, meaning.
It tells a story. A heart wrenching one
it told of th'story of two lovers that wanted
nothing more than just each other. And what they
would give t'live that life of their
own. Something everyone can learn from. And th'lesson is:
Y'have forever t'live, but always remember that
no matter how much time
y'may have, just, just, just remember, that eternity
will ne'er be enough. Because when in love,. . .
time has no meaning to it.
FIN
Copyright (C) 2008
B. Ramirez
Mood: Rather not say
Music: "World at large" by Modest Mouse
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