Truth: I'm only mean to the ones I like the most.
Exhibit A:
12.07.2009
12.05.2009
12.04.2009
12.02.2009
Things my family says:
Zonies: A made up word for those marks you get on your face/arms when you fall asleep on the folds of sheets or blankets. I don't know where this came from... but I think my mom came up with it. "Did you just wake up? You got zonies on your cheek."
"Bubs": This is an event specific name my mom has for me when she's answered the phone and it's for me. Originally, this was what my little sister called me when she couldn't really say anything else. I was Bubba and my sister was Titi. Bubba and Titi, so awesome. Can we bring that back? Ringringring Mom: "Hello?... one second... Bubs!" Me: "Hello?"
Smooth boob: Something my sister made up. Or maybe one of her friends. I don't know if she still uses it but I do. Basically, used to point out when someone's messed up, much like "smooth..." in that sarcastic way. But much more sexual. Knocks over tip jar at cupcake establishment. Friend: "Smooth boob..."
Minas Vaginas: Again, I think my mom made this up. I don't know why my family is so vulgar. Pronounced: Mynaz Vaginas. Minas is just the pidgin pronunciation of minors as in "not a big deal." And then, vaginas rhymes with minas, so naturally... "Thanks for taking me t Cafe 100 mom. You're awesome!" "Minas Vagiiinaaas."
Shut your biggest mouth: I hope this horrible piece of grammar has retired. I heard it for the first time when I went back home last winter. Sister Jacie and mom would say it all the time and IT DROVE ME CRAZY. Mom: "Jacie, try shut your biggest mouth." Me: "NO MOM, SHUT YOUR HORRIBLE GRAMMAR MOUTH!" goddamnit.
Faggy nails: That's right, we could care less about political correctness. Long nails = feminine = on a male = fag = faggy nails.
I think that's about everything. Can you tell I'm ready to go home? I miss this.
OH! Also, as a bonus, while we're on the subject of things people say in Hawaii. This is my favorite thing I've ever heard in Hawaii. Ever. From a mother to her toddler son running around in a Walmart parking lot: "YOU LIKE GET DIE!?"
11.30.2009
For the record: Harold is cooler than Max
That is: Harold of Harold and the Purple Crayon and Max of Where the Wild Things Are
- Not a brat
- Artist
- Creative (I guess so was Max, but mostly only the movie version)
11.29.2009
Today: Talking about everything ever, except for love and sex.
Long story short, we (Brian, Ben, Dennis, Kimi and I) were supposed to go out tonight but then we stayed in and exhausted the subjects of:
How often dark beers taste a little like soy sauce, and it makes sense
How Corey and Ben Johnson like to present their knowledge of things and people
How 'the guys' we hung out with in Hilo were pretty awesome
How surprising it is when people mature
How bullshit a community service club in high school often was
How to utilize soup kitchens
How at every section of your life things seem so important but in retrospect, it really wasn't
Philosophy
Philosophy concerning abortion
Abortion
Politics
How Brian votes
How the rest of us vote
Healthcare
Ben's dad's financial situations as a doctor
The housing market
The current economy
Economy cycles
How some friend's of ours make a lot of money
How we would spend our money if we made more
How much time is worth and when do you start paying people for ridiculous things
Our current spending habits
How I would buy art if I had more money
Art trends and styles
Art and luck
Art that is probably maybe just fucking with us
How people act at a certain age
How 24 is 'old' versus 21
I am open to expand on most of the subjects per your request.
11.27.2009
Don't like:
...when trenitalia sends me emails. I no longer use your services or have adequate Italian skills to unsubscribe to your newsletters. AND I CAN'T AFFORD TO GO TO ITALY. Thanks for reminding me... month after month.
11.26.2009
Thanksgiving 09
I've been dreamin'
Of the things I learned
About a boy who's bleedin'
Celebrate to elevate
The joy is not the same without the pain
Ipso Facto
Using up your oxygen
You know I'm shallow
Calling out for extra help
You've got to let me in or help me out
Something to talk about
Yeah, something to talk about
I've been dreamin'
Of the things I learned
About a boy who's leavin'
Nothing else to chance again
You've got to let me in or let me out
Something to talk about
Yeah, something to talk about
11.24.2009
When there's nothing left to blog you have to set yourself on fire
Nothing to report. Check out these friends instead (but then come back later):
Ish knows what she is doing and does it well. And she's awesome. And I miss her. These are the things she is photographing wherever in the world she is, which at the time of posting is maybe Ecuador.
And some boys too. Like me. Sometimes. Mostly the home furnishing things.
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