by B.J. Delas Armas
on 12/22/2005 08:37:00 PM
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Straight from and thru the Chest
Let me shoot this arrow straight from my chest.
Then: 5'7, 123 lbs, short hair, white-washed, moderate liberal, intp, Silver Lake, Dilemma/Just a Friend/Welcome to Atlanta home-made computer, old red 89' Toyota Celica, Banana Slug, proposed history major thinking of legal studies, white sandos and dark blue shorts, Vector salesman, law school aspirations
Now: 5'7, 140 lbs, long hair, Filipino as ever, che-like radical, intp, Silver Lake, Debaser/Ladykiller/Move on Up Dell, new black '04 Toyota Corolla, Bruin, anthropology with linguistic concentration major and history of science and medicine minor collared shirts and gray pants, Bayanihan project director, law school/museum studies /writing book/professor aspirations
The only reason I keep this blog is because it has all the links to the websites I frequent.
Otherwise it would've been dead a while ago.
Now it'll just be an archive page documenting about 1/100,000 of the happenings of the years 2002 - 2005 in the life of yours truly, B.J.D.A. I've grown a lot just from expressing my thoughts and detailing my world on this one random fabricated spot in the internet. It'll be only a matter time before I anthropologize my own shit and try to pass it off as some kind of academic work. However, for the time being, I've decided that it's time to be a man, now, and cut the blogging from this mother.
I don't know if there's anything interesting I have to say anymore because it's probably been said somewhere on the internet. Fark.com, most likely or basketballboards.net. And I usually lurk around their message boards and even post on there. There are many times I want to publish something on this blog but I just don't because I ain't diggin' what I write and rarely does the material represent in full what I want to say. I also don't want to talk about my personal feelings (at least directly) because I don't want to be some charity case for people to start caring out of pity for my pathetic feelings. I think I've given so much sense that I've begun to lose my own.
I started out posting all my "random" thoughts trying to make a splash and gradually as I've grown up these past three years, I've come to realize that nothing is really all that "random." We only use that term to describe things we don't really understand. We don't understand how or why those things came about. And so this last post will probably still remain random.
I'll be writing somewhere anywhere there's a piece of paper/computer and a writing utensil, but not here anymore.
Welp, that arrow's boomerangin' back. And it's coming right here, straight through. It's my time.
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