garconmoderne

garconmoderne @ 2004-12-11T19:15:00

2004-12-12T00:17:43Z

Yes, I'll make this.

I AINT GOT NO CURDS & WHEY

2004-11-27T19:34:18Z

There's a rather large spider on my ceiling that i've just come to notice. i'm not a fan of big, furry spiders. i was thinking of taking a picture of it, and realized i haven't got my camera. also, i don't think sticking my scanner to the ceiling will get me good marks on my sanity level.

An untuned guitar goes "phhhbbtt"

2004-11-27T07:48:03Z

I can't get sleep at my dad's. I can however stay in bed til the next afternoon without even trying. It should be an olympic sport. Does anyone remember the peculiar little blue guy with the hovering bands around his body...he was the mascot for the hotlanta olympic games a while back. Arrggihlf now i've got to google him.

"Izzy"

Ah, that was his name. wtf kind of person would design such a lousy mascot. there was a sega genesis game about it too. and this pothead that looks like a goat has a shirt with him on it. wow, he really gets around.

i feel so ridiculously stupid. i've been having this problem with zipping my fly for about the last month or so. it one day just started happening..or atleast more frequently. and i've ruled out pretty much any reasoning behind it...and i'm sticking with my thought that it's some sort've lusty goblin.

i'm such a scaredy cat ::spontaneously wets trow:: when i mentioned goblin i thought back to this connect-the-dots book i had, and it was of different monsters, each with an interesting description of them (i loved and still love anything monster) and one was the Hobgoblin. apparently the hobgoblin was this pestering little bastard that would spill sugar everywhere, bang on doors, and generally just make you want to castrate him. for some reason he's always scared me. perhaps i've got a fear of spilt sugar. poor sugar azn ;_;

i was searching my big bookshelf of random forgotten magazines and childhood novels here, and found an old yearbook. so putting better judgment aside, here's my sexy year book picture from 5th grade.

OMG SEX FIENd!!!11

As you can tell i got all the ladies with my glasses, and combed-over middle-aged pedophile look. rawr.

it's sad to think that in a few years i'm going to have carpal tunnel.

who wants to talk about the universe with me?

who likes cold pizza and dry pasta?

who likes singing in cars and silently staring at one another?

who will lay out on roofs and mumble things about the stars with me?

who?

</lyfe>

The Official Reference for Recreational and School Play

2004-11-27T02:31:27Z

Dum dum dum ba dum dum. I'm up at my dad's in Pawley's Island. y'know...they make the world's most famous...hammocks...there. It's a really pretty night out tonight, and I know this cause I went outside and walked my stepbrother's puppy. He's a golden retriever puppy who makes funny noises when he sleeps and has a snobby name. His name is Spencer, and it reminds me of one who would wear sweaters and race sailboats. All I have to drink up here at the moment is orange juice, so no fear of getting scurvy for John w00t w00t. My half-brother Michael, and his wife and two estranged kids are here, and my dad wanted us to drive down to my work tomorrow and let me take pictures of them (this was before I was fired). So as luck would have it, my ex-co-worker Kinsey called my dad's house to make a confirmation of the appointment. And I picked up. It was so weird cause I guess she didn't put two-and-two together and had no idea it was me she was talking to. She probably never will.

Not much happened today, I've been sitting around the house and computer all day, soaking in the warmth of not having to do anything for the next few days. Tomorrow I want to go to the bookstore and pick up a book Ceci referred me to, and maybe drive to the Andy Owen's music store and play around on the instruments, I haven't done that in ages. and they have Christian-oriented Tambourine Art!! Far out!

Argh, I just remembered I didn't go by the post office today, I was going to send this random letter I made yesterday cause Cecelia had some bad cereal. I felt she needed to be repaid for it, and writing an angry letter demanding a fish was my first choice.

And so...yeah..that's how thanksgiving goes.

Super Wal-marts

2004-11-23T12:36:13Z

Ah. I just might start updating this blog. See, I've got this compulsive disease that seems to disagree with me staying with one website too long. Also, and more importantly, I'm starting this one up again for a special someone whom I actually like reading the journal of. Mmmhmm. Damn I'm cryptic.

Anyway, It's 7 in the morning, I've torn my room to shreds looking for some CD i want to listen to, and ended up singing along to Alkaline Trio. Cause....well, I haven't in a good year and some. It's funny how some songs just never leave your vocabulary, even if you don't sing them that often, let alone at all. I think it's cause we're all insane. Nah.

Ehhrm..so let's see...seeing as I haven't updated this journal in ages I guess I should catch most of you up to speed (most of you). I got a job working at a photography studio, feeling the need to have a really indie, cool job. The real reason was cause it payed like a fat man in a whorehouse. $$ So anyway I was fired last week, so yeah. That didn't last all that long. But my weekends are freeeed. Also, winterbreak is getting closer, and it's guaranteed to rock my teeth loose.

So "weekends free?" you say? Yes, now I can resort back to staying at Zane's house for the entirety of a weekend, and drive around the island screaming the lyrics to Speakerboxxx, Judas Priest, and other oddities. The last shenanigan we pulled was that of switching up the letters of the infamous sign across from the realty office. Pictures say much more, so here you go.

Before, some random jargon about lackluster events on our decrepit island

Completely random, quasi-1337, poorly spelled humor.

Good times.

garconmoderne @ 2004-07-03T10:19:00

2004-07-03T14:24:38Z

I need to talk but I've got to untie my tongue. This is important. I'm sorry if my journal has rapidly declined in the interest department. I'll make up for it when I'm in a better mood. But for now I'll preoccupy you with the sister lyrics to Kris' "Lie...Die...Same thing"

Tonight, I sold
my last belongings
to buy you some redemption
But now you're deceased
and I'm here to blame?
Fear all of those tears
that chilled off bridges
They seem hungry to
burn what you started
with gasoline and red phosphorus
those hands have lost innocence

Peering through old dusty doors
that I can't bring myself to close
I'd rather be shut out here
then to be close to a fire
These keys don't fit locks
but rather fit your case
You said it was an accident
just involuntary manslaughter?
You help me feel the pain
as inked hands scrawl
you just one last letter
As I lick the twenty five cents
is it really worth the postage?
I am just giving you reverence

now the evidence is murky
but is the motive so clear?
I found your little tokens
they were scattered in pieces
I did my best to clean them off
and your final message
was one hard to endeavour
how could they slip down my throat
or touch what was tainted?
Throwing things in ravines
will not make them disappear

Also, to distress my voiceless appeal, here's a photo.

writing a letter.

2004-07-02T19:03:41Z

I'm stupid. I try to play with fire cause it's fast, fun, and hurts. I don't put enough effort into what I want. Or do I put too much?

There goes my summer.

Buying shit cause i've got...oh $116 to burn.

2004-06-29T14:44:31Z

Well I'm the best god-given slacker this side of the Windy City, I get money doing odd jobs, and I'm not bound to any one job. Though I still make decent money. Crazy, huh?

My newest quest has been to get me some new swag, cause all of mine is old or very unfitting, and I'm trying to be a slut when I say 'unfitting'.

My current victims on the internet are Digital Gravel, Urbn, and the Cotton Factory. Oh and not to mention eBay, muahaha.

her name is Rio and she dances on the sand...

you're only fifteen and you can't get a job

Gotta dig it. The internet is my playground.

I hate that I have to wait til atleast Winter before I can start getting new furniture and re-do my room, it's bullshit.

Death hates dying

2004-06-25T21:34:07Z

I promise to make this post better by adding some sketchy sketches.

Take off
No time, no say
Sit down
Dellus delay
Stand up
We're here, bonjour

Bright lights flash night
as trees scorch on by
lifting love they're holding hearts
they're having a good time

Blue mornings quench sight
of the weary rhapsodeer
skies above connect the paths
provided one can hear

the shouting in my head
is muffled by the dead
quiet of the halls
the quiet of the halls

the screaming in my ears
conjures up the fears
waking in their stalls
awaking in their stalls

the shouting in my head
is muffled by the dead
quiet of the air of your
blissful comfort stare

-"a song we'll have to talk about"

I feel the need
to breathe
the fire
from your lips
to hips
melt the ice
crescendo
reach your breath
cool as death
kiss my ice-queen

-"heated words"

and

Life likes living

2004-06-25T21:13:03Z

I'm mellowed to the core at the moment. Soft and pink, tender like a newborn. Why must we jeopardize the jeopardy we're living? It's too enjoyable to be bad for our health, right?

I hate how my poems and songs get lost in their meaning.

Sh-sh-sh-shining
glimmering gleaming diamonds
so softly placed behind
pink curtains hiding
invisible telescopic railways
baby, your hand, you know i'm dying

be-be-be-beating
of a life time
my heart's been stuck in time
for fingers to pull at
the nicely threaded beast
baby, i feel, my plucked strings crying

helium-filled plastic passageways
clash the aquatic blue
we need but disembark
and wander of these shores

it's a bore, my limbless stowaway
without your arms length
this chest feels freight less

what's the score, my ticking time bomb
close your eyes and sink in teeth
something real to hold my mouth upon

"Deep Water Vacancy"

Hi there.

2004-06-22T13:15:41Z

I should be getting ready to leave for Franz.

But I'm not.

Turns out that after countless hours of dialogue and deliberation, the show sold out. So that's two times in the last 3 days. This is not good. But I don't mind, I'll end up doing something fun today anyway, hard not to when I'm with Kris. Though, no more movies at her house! Despite the fact we don't pay that much attention to the movie it has gotten old, we need a new output for fun. I say downtown.

On a more chipper note, here is a Wesley Willis song about one of my favorite playground toys;that big half-sphere of jumbled metal and cables. You know, the circular jungle gym/make-believe arena of doom that adorned your local schoolyard as a kid.

::ahem::

King of the hexagonal park toy

by Wesley Willis

You can really rock it out.
King of the hexagonal park toy is the best.
You really whoop the horse's ass.
King of the hexagonal park toy is excellent.

KING OF THE HEXAGONAL PARK TOY!!!
KING OF THE HEXAGONAL PARK TOY!!!
KING OF THE HEXAGONAL PARK TOY!!!
KING OF THE HEXAGONAL PARK TOY!!!

You are a hanging star.
You really whoop a llama's ass.
King of the hexagonal park toy really whoops a camel's ass.
King of the hexagonal park toy is the best.

KING OF THE HEXAGONAL PARK TOY!!!
KING OF THE HEXAGONAL PARK TOY!!!
KING OF THE HEXAGONAL PARK TOY!!!
KING OF THE HEXAGONAL PARK TOY!!!

About 80200 people like King of the hexagonal park toy.
I love you a lot in the long run.
About 80200 people like King of the hexagonal park toy.
I love you a lot in the long run.

Rock over London,
Rock on Chicago.

The heartbeat of America - that's today's Chevrolet.

_____________________________________________________
Ahahahahaha that's grandeur right there that is.

Actually I used the Wesley Willis song generator at www.monzy.com

Good stuff.

WTF

2004-06-20T15:41:36Z

AHHHHHHHHH I can't find my concert ticket ANYWHERE. And the show is sold out now!!! I was going to see Dashboard Confessional with Get Up Kids, Hot Water Music and Thrice with Kris & Liz. Buuuuuuuuuut noooooooooo. I have to go and lose my ticket in the mess of my room. I was so excited to go, if not just for the music but just to see it with Kris, man I love her. Now I'm nothing but a big disappointment. Now I have nothing to wear my Van Halen pants to. Now I have to sit at home and mope around while everyone in the southeast side of the US goes and gets their eardrums bashed about. It sucks big time. I called the HOB and got this really pathetic excuse for a hill billy as the announcer of that whole statement/option game. You know, "Press one for nah nah nah". Finally I got a hold of this girl named....ooh I've already forgotten her name in my rage. I'll just call her Cindy, cause she sounded like a Cindy. I asked if there was anyway in hell to get a ticket now, to which she replied in so many words "No, sucks to be you". That just plain pissed me off. What to do what to do? Life's no fun when you're not part of it.

AIIIIIIIIIE

2004-06-19T18:36:01Z

Hey. Nothing new. Myspace is the new B3ta for me. Which was the new Smell.com for me. Which was...you get the point. Sucks you in I tell you. Meeting all these new friends and adding them to your list. It's like pokemon. ...but acceptable.

The best part is hearing all of these new bands on the website. So far the best I've heard is Sex for Cigarettes. Those guys flat out rock. I mean...the name draws you in...and with lines like
"Keep your mouth shut and don't smile cause
Noone wants to see your crooked fuck'in teeth again"

That just kicks ass. Recently I've been devoid of good sleeping habits. For...reasons. I got my striped pants, but they're not as tight as I thought they'd be. Van Halen would be ashamed of me if they heard that. I need to post a picture to liven up this entry...um...hmm..

wtf, yeah I know it's absolutely pointless. Go grill some cheese or summin.

Oh yeah, and it's irrevelant, but Kris is beautiful. Shoot me.

Johnny Leone Felix Everett Jesper Stortz

Is it wrong if my new name will make me sound like a mobster?

Retracking

2004-06-17T11:58:24Z

oh it's true, the old saying of 'there's no place like home.' It's true.

So yes, I got in much earlier than expected yesterday. I was so happy to be home, but I was at the point where I felt like I'd been senseless with dead rats, that's about how tired I was.

I called Kris as soon as I walked in the door, and of course that was when she wasn't around the phone. But I caught her and met her down at ol' TC. She hasn't left my mind for the past week and some. Distance makes the heart grow fonder? Is that how it goes? I missed her terribly. Truly love that girl. I'd brought her some little things I picked up in London. She seemed to dig them so I'm terribly happy. One of the surprises was these things I picked up in an Ann Summers (yes....I spent a lot of time in there). They're called tickles ties, and basically they're for tying people to chairs and tickling them. It's noice.

I'd blabber on about my trip and how wonderful it was, but that'd take EFFORT n' seeing as I woke up at 7:30 with about 4 hours of sleep behind my belt, that's not so easy to dig up.

I will say that I'm really sorry for not having any pictures, see. I LOST MY FUCKING CAMERA!!!. arrgh it was my companion in arms. Also that....umm...wait mind went blank for a moment. Oh yes, that I really can't wait for this coming weekend, if all goes well it'll be the sex.

And, Paris Rocks.

Last message

2004-06-05T16:48:49Z

One thing before I go (my dad is terribly slow)

I saw this on www.toothpastefordinner.com

Drew's work is great. Oh but don't worry Kris, I just found it humorous.

With that, I leave.

For good.

No....really. I'm being serious.

Gone. No more. Poof.

Oooh isn't this the coolest?

Alright, good-bye.

Gone

2004-06-05T14:09:31Z

Well, today is the day. I'm leaving for London.

It'll be great, I'll have tons of fun. I'll take pictures and bring back keepsakes, I'll fully enjoy myself. But yet, I still don't want to go for over a week. A lot of things can happen in a week, and I don't want to come back and see that everything is different. I just want time to stay still while I'm gone. But that's just foolish.

I went over to see Kris one last time. We had planned on watching the Breakfast Club (cause it's the best movie ever) but couldn't find it. We ended up watching the acid-tripping The Neverending Story. It was great just to be with Kris and hold her. Also because we've practically worn our lips raw. I'll miss her.

After finishing the Neverending Story we somehow started watching Josie and the Pussycats. It was alright, but maybe I should keep my mouth shut when she asks if I've seen a movie or not, hah. All n' all I think it was a great way to say goodbye.

I thought this message was going to be pretty long to make up for the time I would be gone, but I can't think of much more to say without sounding like a broken record or a trainwreck. So I might as well put up some pictures.

Here is the background I did for Kris

Here is the background I did for Sarah

A picture for my main squeeze, although she'll just laugh at my 'artistic' fingers

I'll be sure and bring back some crazy sheat for everyone, but for now I just have to wait to board the plane.

Waves of emotion

2004-06-04T14:42:42Z

Wow. Last night was great. You know, despite the beach being but sand, birds, dogs, and elderly people running to keep their youth, it's damned beautiful. Last night was amazing. Kris came over and I walked her out on the beach. We just walked and talked and held hands, it was sweet. We're never at a loss of things to say. We found a place in the sand dunes, and the rest is just fun memories.

You know it's no fun telling you straight forward.

Today I'm going over to her house to watch a movie, and I believe take her down to her work. Arrgh It's going to be hard saying good-bye. She's just the puzzle piece that fits me right, despite how silly that sounds.

But I'll make up for absence. When I get back we'll get to see the Dashboard show, and then, if everything works out, I'll get to take her to Atlanta for Franz Ferdinand. I said we'd get different rooms with connecting balconies, and we could reenact Romeo and Juliet. Besides, a hotel might be a very interesting place.

I'm sorry if I sound like a sexed up hound dog, it's all in good spirits.

I'm no deviant little bastard. Am I?

Nah, couldn't be.

And it's only been two weeks! Eeh, It's like I've been with her for so much longer.

She's shined new light on old grounds

2004-06-03T16:30:45Z

Well, that was interesting.

I met up with Kris and Liz at B&N yesterday. We decided we'd walk all the way down to Carvel for some ice cream (cause hey, who doesn't love ice cream). I ended up getting an awesome deal cause it was free Sundae night, and Kris and Liz wanted to share one. I got a free Sundae. Thus begins the very fun night.

After a while Liz had to leave, and Kris and I were wondering what we should do. We decided to go to Millennium Music. After a few minutes of her listening to Jane's Addiction and Bob Marley (what's with people and him?!) we decided to go check out the 'posters' through the little hallway in the back. And after some more minutes I decided to ask for the bathroom key. My, Town Centre can be interesting.

So we decided to mosey mosey mosey on over to Bed Bath & Beyond. Cause they've got pillows. Duh. We spent our time in their talking and kissing. It was nice.

Not to mention they had to unlock the sliding doors up front when we sheepishly walked out after they'd started closing. Heh.

So today will be pretty busy and downright exciting. I'm getting all the odds n' ends for my trip Saturday, getting my hair cut shorter and angled, and tonight I'll be taking Kris out on to the beach.

But I'm still worried about her.

I was up late last night/early morning watching Boy Meets World. It was the one where Cory is feeling insecure about how everyone else looks great besides him. Topanga tries to comfort him by showing that she doesn't care about how he looks and only how he acts. To prove her point she takes some scissors to her hair and cuts it all up. She realizes that she actually did care about her look and goes to a beauty parlor to get it fixed, and the new 'do is even better looking. To cut to the chase, It didn't really apply to Kris and I that much. The only part that got me is when Shawn told Cory "The first thing she'll do is dump you, then go hang out with other amazingly-attractive people". I suppose I just feel Kris is really great looking and I'm afraid to lose her.

Not that I think I don't deserve her, I think we're great together. Just...you know.

Oooh and I know you bastards want a picture. So....

Oh yes...

2004-06-03T01:58:14Z

Please, corrupt me.

But I sure think I've got it good

2004-05-31T19:06:07Z

Alright alright so I left in cliffhanger fashion. Not really, cause I'm not as exciting as a plane crash or a faulty parachute.

Kris n' Liz...err "Lizz" came by to pick me up Monday and we had hamburgers together and watched Grease on TV. It's made my desire for an old leather jacket with "T Birds" on the back reach its peak, let's leave it at that. Yesterday I did pretty much nothing, Kris was up sexifying her room to put mine to shame, and I was rocking out to Refused. Around 7:00 I wen't over to Zane's cause we were heading down to the Music Farm to see Eric Johnson and Eddie (teh animal) open up for him.

To cut it short, Eric Johnson sounds like a cocaine-induced pinball machine. Eddie was probably told to play acoustic cause he could've kicked ass on electric. Maybe.

I leave for London Saturday morning, and I won't be back til around the 16th or something. I'm really excited but also a little abashed with Kris being all alone. She's a beautiful girl and there are a lot of horny guys.

Me being one (a well endowed one, at that) of them. ::ahem::

So basically I want to make Friday night a very special night for the both of us. I want it to top our first Friday night. But I don't want to be a submissive fellow. It's no fun if she thinks I'd do anything for her. I want us both to be on edge, cause that's fun.

I've bought me a pair of tight jeans. You know, the 'christ man, is everything functioning down there?' sort of tight.

I am more than a rhinotillexomanic, ithyphallic strumpet.

wtf.

Oh yeah! Can you feel it?? John's back in action.

2004-05-31T01:32:24Z

Let's start off with my obligatory WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO which I actually do yell when something works out for the better and I'm in the safety of my own room. So Livejournal is down with the HTML'n, that's comforting. Cause as we all know, my journal is all about patronizing meself with flashy pictures and other gab.
Such is this sexxxy mouth:

And usually I don't get too deep in my entries, cause we all know that long sappy teen-angst paragraphs are no fun to read. I focus more on just giving others something to do. Like read this post. You are reading this, correct? I'll take that as a yes.

TIN ROOF...RUSTED.

Ahem hahah sorry, just got to that part of the song, had to blurt it. As Zane asked so innocently enough, "Is it wrong if you get a hard-on from a song because of it's greatness?" (or something to that effect) I'd have to say there is nothing wrong with it, ie when Kate and Cindy start saying "bang bang on the door baby" does it in for me. Quite.

I'm trying to figure out what Kris and I are going to do this week. I want to make it fun and special cause I won't see her for over a week, as I'll be in LONDON!!!!11

Ooh-hoo-hoo I know, I know, it just boils your blood. But for Pete's sake (whomever this Pete character is) Zane gets to go to the land down-under. No no that's not some sort of sexual innuendo (in-the-window). He gets to go to Australia, lucky bastard.

I had an awesome time on the beach yesterday evening with Kris. We made use of the waves quite well. Here's some good ol' photos of our time.

Heh so we had a grand time, and we didn't let the fact my parents were home with company "ruin the moment" ::wink wink nudge nudge, say-no-more::. She's the greatest gift this summer has given me.

So everyone! Be happy that John is equipped and dangerous now that he has a blog up!

Ah, I truly hate livejournal.

2004-05-31T00:48:51Z

I'll give it a go atleast. I haven't gotten anything better to do at the moment. Let's see how everything goHOLY SHEAT my paper-domo just moved and it freaked me out. I've really got to tape that guy down. It's totally not fair that UpSaid makes you pay and I can't get a paypal account if my life depended on it. Does HTML work on this?

If that works I'll cream my jeans.

I've chosen my layout's colour solely on the fact that "Satin Handshake" sounds like a good foreign porno.