seanomatic

seanomatic @ 2007-12-03T08:20:00

2007-12-03T22:46:57Z

Today I'd like to say that nothing eventful happened. However, this is not true.

For all intents and purposes Delta Kappa Chi is officially disbanding, oddly I feel pretty neutral about it. It has been coming for a long time. Though I didn't really expect that I would be there for its finally.

Also my grades are coming in and it looks like a C semester. =( I can't believe how disapointed in myself I am. Fuck.

More on this later.

I don't feel like typing this all of a sudden.

I'm talking but not saying a damn thing. =(

2007-11-26T01:31:01Z

I'm back in Nac and after seeing Lions for Lambs yesterday I am PUMPED to prove that I do, in fact, not suck at life. I a little hesitant, there is alot on the line; I'm not sure if I can even do it. The point being that I need to stop gazing at all the distractions and just learn to focus on what is important, my grades. I screwing up in all my classes except Taaffs, which is a fantastic class (btw), and the pressure to not go and completely fuck it all up is about to pop my little head. I know what I have to do yet there lies two problems, I'm not sure if I am smart enough and second, I don't know if I have the energy to keep pace with life. Agh!

More importantly SFA has a few really great girls and y'know what it's a real shame that most of my particular favorites are graduating this year. /sigh

Though a bit of random yet intersting news, me and Justin beat Super Mario Galaxy in two days and stephen kings " the Mist" was extremly well done. (Like damn) And much to my suprise the Rock Competition routes are still up! They will be juicy fun!

Last note, I'm tired and I am not looking forward to seeing going home cause my Window is STILL brocken and it is already stupidly cold in there. I need to message Odie and give him a big "fuck thanks jack-ass" cause he is the deutch responsible for for the window. *_*

Anyways, last night I had the weirdest yet best dream ever. Fucking great! But it's also really personal so that is all you peeps get to hear!
( it involved very pasionate alien sex, no joke.)

seanomatic @ 2007-11-22T21:48:00

2007-11-23T04:07:53Z

So the party ended up going extremely well, and I'm pretty sure everyone had a good time, (well except Andrea which doesn't count because it is impossible for her to have a good time) and I am now eagerly awaiting the "Bad Porno Party." More on that later.

Just so you know, at the party, Odie really outdid himself. The man had water and turned it into GOLD. Sabrehah came over early and brought over the Margarita Machine that she had rented for the weekend. Odie made, as usual, extremely good yet deadly trashcan punch. In fact I still have to jugs of it saved in my refrigerator as I type this, it should keep for the Porno Party. Anyway Alec was generous enough bring booze for Beer Pong, needless to say everyone got shit-tay! In fact Odie, again as usual, after an ample supply of booze went nuts and somehow broke another window; only this time it was in my room.

I swear, something breaks in my house every time I throw a party. In all honesty this is starting to worry me. My annual birthday party, Yeager Night, has a tradition of destroying the place at which it is held. In fact the denizens of the first two places it was held have asked that it take place at my house. I'm cool with that, it's just that with Yeager Nights destructive tradition mixed coupled with the momentum my parties - I'm almost positive that my place is going to burn down in a blaze of glory in which I will only have the pleasure of seeing but only for a moment. That is only for a moment mainly because it won't take long for She-Wolf (Andrea)to claw my eyes out of the sockets they call home.

Crap, going now. Devil Wears Prada is on.

seanomatic @ 2007-11-17T20:35:00

2007-11-18T02:40:29Z

I am preparing for a dance party at my place. It should be a jovial time.

(Christ, did I just use the word "jovial"? It's a god awful word forever tainted by a stupid 5th grade teacher, Mrs. Degerstrom, despicable and horribly religious woman who used the work jovial every time she mention the author Bob Stein," No class I'm not a big fan of Jovial Bob Stein." "Ok class what other authors besides Jovial Bob Stein do you like?" " Haha ok I guess we can read one story by Jovial Bob Stein"

Fuck that idiot droned on and on with that word to make it obvious to us that she knew what she was talking about, which made it obvious that she didn't know a damn thing. Yet she just kept it going and going, perhaps she is one of the few people that helped foster my hatred of woman and religion so much.)

Hope to see y'all there!

Sean

seanomatic @ 2007-11-06T02:29:00

2007-11-06T16:55:39Z

It has been noted by historians that Abraham Lincoln was an extremly funny guy. He could walk into a room, say the appropriate joke and get things started. It was a gift that few presidents will ever have.

It has also been noted that Lincoln suffered from terrible bouts of depression. As on comedian put it," Sometimes the funniest people are the most hollow and lonely on the inside and it just eats away at them."

I'm not Lincoln but I am funny and I do feel like I'm being eaten away from the inside, it's just so lonely sometimes I can't stand it.

It is a times like this that I hate who I am.

Bitches don't know about my going to China!

2007-11-04T19:35:00Z

Everyone thinks it was so brave of me to go visit China and thats cool.
It's just that I didn't know that being 'brave' meant being so scarred all the time.

When I flew into Hong Kong I knew exactly three things:

1) That a man to whom I have never had a conversation nor talked to except through E-mail was going to be waiting for me at the gate.

2) I had been literally on the move, due to layover etc. for 24 hours and I was tired.

3) I had never been more scarred.

The next three days would remind me of the movie Kate&Leopold. Renato was used to everything and I was busy staring off at looked and felt like a different time and place on earth (hell even the air felt different). Eventually I would become just as used to it all as Renato was, though I didn't know that yet.

What most people don't know about my "amazing soujourn" is this

1) That I was very ill for the first month I was there and never fully got over being sick until I got back to the U.S.A.

2)Most of the time I was working my ass off pulling a 70 hour work week teaching Chinese people English and was constantly exhausted.

3) That no matter how bad things got and no matter how sick I became I NEVER once thought, "I want to go home."

As always,

Sean

Religion

2007-11-01T16:28:31Z

Quick update,

When I first took on the life of an Atheist I never intended to become someone who despises religions or people who follow them. After all, it is just a way people choose to live their lives and there are many benefits at following a religion; comfort, direction, sense of having a friend when you need one, etc. However, as I see more and more of the world and how people run their lives in it I have noticed that my attitude has gone from passive to annoyment to tipping on anger.

People rely too much on something they cannot and will not ever see, claiming it is their faith that makes it ok to wallow away in filth and with a smile. Just the other day this girl refused to go out with a guy on the grounds that GOD had told her not to. Obviously, it really wasn't God but her trying to find a reason to be able to turn down a fat guy without feeling bad. It was disgusting on her part.

Legitimately it is starting to worry me; I hope that I do not fall into being one of those lonely and bitter old people that hates the world. Yet I feel these vines of animosity starting to crepe up my soul and I don't know how to brush them off.

Point being, religiously conservative people are starting to disgust me and I am afraid that one day it is going to affect who I am as a person.

Stupid Religion.

seanomatic @ 2007-10-23T01:55:00

2007-10-23T07:00:15Z

Dear Tyrrell

So it's about 10 hours before my flight leaves to the other side of the planet and quite frankly I have no idea what is in store for me. Part of me is excited and eager to grab a shovel to dig through and find that hidden jewel of bubble gum in the center of a juicy pop. The other part is worried that this is going to be a disaster. Depending on who I talk to I get one of two reactions, some say China is a paradise undiscovered and the others essentially just give one simple phrase, be afraid be very afraid.

What I do know is that I packed rather well and I have my spiffy digital camera with me to capture all that is China. I also have a super casual yet awesome satchel I'm carrying with me and this satchel isn't just some small pointless bag but make no mistake, when I put in on I feel sooo bad ass it's like I'm a level six samurai lawn gnome with a plus two bonus to looking totally sweet. In fact I feel I should name it but I have yet to come up with a good name for it. It's a light shade of green with a gray cloth strap and always feels soft and warm to the touch. It's like my own, personal, magical bag of tricks. I'm taking it on the flight and in it I have stuffed the essentials; toothbrush, book, underoos and a whole lot of s'more pop tarts.

So, I guess I'll just have to ignore those people, grab a swim cap and dive straight in without looking back. My friend Renato and I are staying in Hong Kong for a week and he told me that I need to get as much rest as possible because according to him, it is a disservice to the city if you sleep at all. It sounds exciting although I still have a slight fear that I am going to somehow wake up in a bathtub with a kidney missing.

But now I guess I should get some rest before my 24 hours of flight time I have to endure. By the way how have you been and how did the move in go? I hope all is well in a Nac, it is beutiful in the summer.

All the best

Sean Lackey

(As you can tell this is what I felt like in the hours before I left to China.)

At this point I pretty passive but at the same time I had never been more scared.
Just so y'all know, at this point I have a HUGE crush on Tyrrell (I'll explain more on her later) and had fully planned to date here as soon as I got back.

Reality...

2007-05-20T17:13:26Z

So I have been home for a little over a week now and I now remember why it is that I am going to a school and now a vacation so far away from home. My parents are wonderful people but I hope to god I never end up like them. There most prized possession is a huge HD Television. Sure it's rather cool but damn have they just given up on life? They go to work and then in the evenings sit in front of it and watch it all day.

There has got to be something more to life then that.

Otherwise my ass is doomed. Perhaps I feel this way because I am just looking for my jewel center and should look in the local and well defined.

For now though I am stuck in the "now loading" screen of life in perhaps meaningless search for candy center of a tootsie pop.

-sean

Afraid

2007-05-07T00:01:56Z

I am afraid,
again a dagger.
Must I hide my heart?
It may not end
my view is clouded
thank the lord.

Should this blow be taken?
Might this child run instead?
What is needed is covered in barbs
to touch is to tear
the toughest skin.

The prick pangs,
still my dagger draws near
praying on that edge.
my view is kept clouded
yet the grasp is unbearable.

I am afraid.

And for my next trick

2007-04-28T21:10:25Z

Who feels like a badass? I'll give you a hint - I do.

Last Saturday is the opening of the Texas Art Competition and the old opera house was filled with entries from all over. Naturally Ida and I wanted to go see it, but as always there was a problem, I had to work. Ida casually suggests that I just call in sick; I thought about it for a minute, weighed my options and decided to go for it. My alibi, I decided was that I went to KFC and got food poisoning. Yes, I know it was bullet proof. =P

However there was one big snafu I had to contend with and that was up to chance. It all depended on which manager was working when I called. You see at Casa Ole there are 5 managers that oversee any and all aspects of the place. Four of them love me and are very cool, and to them it would be no problem if I took a night off. However there is one that I have come to call Hitler’s Daughter, she is a bitch in every sense of the word (I take that back - she isn't a dog; although she would make a good case...)

Guess which one picks the phone up? Remember I have a 1in5 chance that it'll be smooth sailing and of course, the creature has to pick it up. I tell her that I am sick and will not be able to attend work today. While I talk she says nothing, when I’m finished there was only silence on the phone line, it was broken by her one sentence "Sean if you come to work tomorrow without a doctors note, you're fired." That bold line was followed by yet more silence as I couldn’t think of a damn thing to say to respond. I had nothing not even a smart-ass remark to shoot back at her with, I was sunk and without saying anything I hung up the phone.

At this point most people would have thrown in the towel and gone into work. Even I considered it for a second, that is, until I remember one golden thing, I was dealing with Hitler’s Daughter and I'll be damned if I am going give up that easily.

Great, I had balls but now I needed a plan. How the fuck was I going to enjoy myself that evening and not get fired? Then it came to me, if all she needed was a doctor’s note then I’ll give her one, a fake one.

So for the next hour I used my stubborn genius and my MS Word, I fabricated a fake doctor’s note. When I was done it was flawless! It had a doctor’s name, address, telephone number, fax number and it even had the Rx symbol required on all prescription notes. Everything on the note was completely fake except one thing, the telephone number. If someone called it they would be connected to none other then Shawna Lee to whom I had told her my plan and gave her the Casa Ole phone number so she would know when they called. We rehearsed what to say and everything, her number was essential because it was the only one of my friend’s cell phones that had a 936 area code.

So the next day came and I went to work, and much to my favor Larry was there. Larry is the General Manager and Larry loves me. He asked what happened yesterday I told him I was ill and he told me he was glad I was feeling well, and then started to walk off. However before he got two steps away I said "Oh Larry, (he turns around) I brought doctors note, just in case you needed it." He looks at it for half a second, looked back up at me, "Oh, thanks, that was nice of you." I clocked in and went to work.

And with that it was over, the GM saw a doctor’s note, since he loves me he took the note with no suspicion and filed it away.

Hitler was powerless.

Sean 1, Hitler 0

Presbyterians Two: The Return

2007-04-24T17:57:17Z

So as a waiter we occasionally get big groups that descend upon the staff of Casa Ole. For a while my record was 12 people. Now then before I go one with this story there is tad bit of background. If you red my previous post you know that I was invited by a group of church goers to attend a musical.

Well Friday comes and I have to work. So I called the number that they gave me to let them know I would not be coming. The phone is picked up, of coarse, by none other then the minister of the entire church (Woden Church is the name by the way) when he asks why I can't make it the damnedest thing happens. I just can't bring myself to say "Oh, I have to work" it just seemed wrong to say that. So instead I tell him that I have to go out of town that something came up.

He thanks me for calling and we each hang up. Well that night at work I'm working Pink section when Larry the manager comes up to me. "Hey Sean we have a big top of 20 people coming in."

what does that mean? Lets break it down -> Big Top = Huge Table and in this case we are expecting about 20 people to show up.

I look around and strangely; I don't see anybody. Sensing my confusion Larry informs me that they were courteous and called ahead. I mention the fact that it was nice of them to do that. Larry replies, "ya but they will be here shortly they're coming from the Woden Church, go ahead and start prepping drinks.

Let it be known that as soon as Larry said the words Woden Church my internal thought process went something like this

"Hey Sean we have a big top of 20 people coming in." -me-thinking-> Oh cool, big tip!

"The just called to let us know." -me-thinking-> Gosh that was nice of them! (yes I think in exclamations, well... not really but you get the point)

"They're coming from the Woden Church" -me-thinking-> Hmmm, where have I heard that name before...FUCK!

Yada yada yada, the same group that invited me to join them who is now expecting me to be out of town find me as their waiter; with a dumb look on my face.

The moral of the story,

Children, don't tell people you are going to be out of town when your not. Find a better excuse or just tell the truth.

Sincerely,

Sean Lackey

Adventures in waiting

2007-04-20T00:43:25Z

So I'm waiting tables at Casa Ole' and I get to talking to this friendly group of four. Eventually they invite me to attend a musical they happen to be participating in. The musical is about a woman going through cancer and in my head I think "oh they must have made a musical out the famous play THE SHADOW BOX." I however was mistaken and found out as much when I asked if they were doing the brilliant play, they looked at me strangely and said no. In fact they had written the play themselves and it was based on a true story.

When they said it was based on a true story I was rather impressed, and to think they had made a musical about it. Of coarse they then drop the bomb shell, it seems that a woman they knew was stricken with cancer and the (and I quote) "Power of the God came and cleansed her!"

My Reaction: "OH, this is a church play..."

Their reaction "why yes silly we are Presbyterians! Have you ever been to a Presbyterian mass before?"

Here is where I make the big mistake: "Um, I don't think so. I know I have been to Methodist, Protestant, Baptist and Catholic masses. Is there anything special that you do?"

(NOTE, when I said the word Catholic they all cringed in unison)

When I asked the "What’s so special?" question, judging from the look on their faces I knew that I had just single handedly opened the floodgates. Over the next hour, and of course to my good fortune, I was informed of just how much they are not only different but better then the other Christian churches.

"We are sometimes called eccentric but we do the bible right! It's just pure Bible!"

"Unlike others we keep our hands in the air, we let good spirit run right through us!"

At one point I had to ask if they also happened to do snake charming as well.
None of them got the joke.

Anyway along with the grand lecture I get invited to the musical and they even tell me that they expect to see me on Friday (tomorrow). They then mention in their stupidly happy sort of way that if I don’t show up they know where I work. I know the church people were kidding but it still made me slightly worried. I don’t think I want to know what Presbyterians are like when they are upset.

Hmm, maybe they don’t get upset, they get “staby”.

Sincerely,

Sean Lackey

First Date!!!!

2007-04-09T07:30:31Z

Dear Journal,

My little sister has officially gone on her first date! From what I understand they have not kissed yet, which is good because that means I don't have to be a protective older brother yet. The boys name is Luigi and he is hispac, I don't really understand the logic in that naming but whatever.

Love Always,

Sean

seanomatic @ 2007-04-02T12:38:00

2007-04-03T01:43:36Z

So my grandfather is doing his best to convert me back to christianity, I now get a monthly catholic newspaper in the mail talking about how good christians need to watch out for satans advances. However today I got a special treat my grandfather sent me a newspaper clipping and letter discussing the big man himself. I even got a Mother Mary medel to wear. As a good grandson I do read what he sends out of respect. Though the more I read the more I am conviced I am correct in my belief.

Thanksfully Ida tends to feel the same way about religion, I like that. She even agrees on how to have a wedding. Relax she and I are not getting married anytime soon, hell we haven't even said "I love you" yet. We also never plan to get married, I like that too. But we made a deal, on the random chance that we stay together long enough to get married we are going to convert to Judiesm(sp?) because they have crazy fun weddings, then after the celebrations are over we switch back.

Hmm, you know maybe we should just pretend to be jewish. That means less paperwork to contend with!

Mozart and Put-Put FTW!!!!!!!!!!1

2007-04-02T14:11:25Z

Dear Journal,

I am pleased to say that I had a great weekend more importantly I had a great Saturday and then a fun Sunday morning=)

It all started with DKX and GSS ( a sorority) getting together to provide an easter egg hunt for the kids at the Nacogdoches Boys Ranch. I love going to Boys Ranch and was looking forward to it other then the fact that we had to wake up early in the morning. This time though, the fun began before we even stepped foot onto the property. GSS at the last second cancled due to bad weather but it was just cloudy, no rain just white cotton in the sky. So me and the guys said fuck it and hatched a scheme. See GSS puts on an easter egg hunt every year for the boys, with this cancelation the boys get no easter. So we went to walmart and bought a shit ton of plastic easter eggs and candy. On the way to the ranch filled the eggs and I divided everyone into to teams. Team 1 goes and plays with the kids and basically a distraction. Team 2 goes and hides the Easter eggs. Simple plan and the boys pulled it off admirably.

With our supplies we gave those boys a great easter egg hunt. Though I had forgotten how foul mouthed those boys are. This one kid, Logan, was asking why they had to get lined up. I said, "you guys are about to do an eater egg hunt." He looks blankly at me then, shrugging his shoulders, turns to his buddies and say, "The fuck is that?" Me and Clay couldn't help but to laughing.

Most of the guys that went had never been before and they had a great time meeting those foul mouthed and rambuntios kids. There were several requests to go back before the end of the semester.

Then my great saturday ended with me taking Ida on a date. We went to go see The Marriage of Figero by Mozart. Me and Ida were pretty supprised at how good it was, for being over three hundred years old it was really funny. The guy who played Figero did an amazing job and he really carried the whole show. Then we finished the evening with diner at Chili's with some of our friends.

Sunday came around and we went and to the nacogdoches Put-Put and played a round. Andrea and Nate came with us and it sort of became a double date. Nate is a badass at golf and Ida not so much. I made her feel better by telling her the high score was the winning score. She smiled and even chuckled a little.

Oh and for the record, the put-put here in Nacogdoches is kinda lame but I don't think you needed me to tell you that.

Easter is coming up this weekend and instead of me being able to do my hoboventure Ida has asked that I go with her to Houston to meet her family. From what I have heard of them, I'm kinda nervous.

New Job!!!!!!1

2007-03-29T14:52:50Z

Dear Journal,

So now I'm a waiter at Casa Ole. I have to admit it's fun waiting tables but I rarly get to wait tables cause I'm still the new guy. Last week I had to do the training which was actually quite fun and now I'm the real deal! Although my first table I ever did by myself didn't go so well. I was brining this group of four their drinks; two DP's a water and a sprite. However as I was putting the drinks on the table I guess I leaned too far and SPLOOSH the sprite fell off my tray and all over the table, soaking up the chips and salsa. It was rather embarassing. But as the night went on I quikly learned some tricks, like for a good tip it really is all about the little things. I told my mom about my first day and she gave me a few pointers. She used to be a waiter when she and I were on our own and if according to the family she was one of the best.

The best tip so far is twenty bucks, this old couple came in and kept ordering beer (which we serve from the bottle) and everytime I brought them a new bottle I also brought a fresh cold mug without having them ask. When I saw that tip I felt mighty swell.

I am also having to practice my spanish because all the cooks don't speak a word of enlish and if they mess something up it's kind of hard to get it fixed. Other then that though the language barrier isn't a problem. When it's slow we throw ice across the kitchen trying to land it in a bucket, they are pretty good shots to.

Yet there is alwasy some guy who always seems to get on my nerves/creep me out. I met him and while shaking my hand he doesn't let me go and says "Do you have a problem with frontal male nudity?" I told him no and he said "Good" in this high pitched voice he has and let my hand go. I try to avoid him, his name is Jeremy. At least he can't ask me to cut the meat.

Camping

2007-03-29T13:57:28Z

Dear Journal,

WHEN THE SUN GOES DOWN THE BOTTLES GO UP! That was our slogen this weekend for the unofficial DKX Woodsy! Though I admit we all got a bit nervous for our black friend when it turned out that the camp ground was located next to Jasper, Tx. According to some people it's the most racist town in Texas. But when we got to the camp ground it was all ok.

All the men at one point had to go out to collect firewood. When the other guys went back to camp with piles of sticks, everyone was slack jawed when I managed to bring back an entire tree! Though admitedly if you know how to carry it correctly you can lift really heavy stuff. My friend Andrea even blurted out, "Ida you need to fuck that man cause wow" Ida replied with "Oh I plan to"
Music to my ears =D

My good friend Kevin Wiemen got so drunk that he passed out on the bathroom floor with his arm around a blue toiletry bag. I had to get him up and walk his drunked ass back to his tent. I took his shoes off of him and helped him into his sleeping bag. However a few minutes later while I was putting out the fire I heard the "wurre" of a zipper opening. I looked to see Wiemen stumbling out of his tent with no shoes on and clearly had no recolection what had just happend. He then starts this long drawn out drunken stumble back to the bathroom with that damn blue bag tucked underneath his arm.

At one point we had to drive by the closest gas station and around it were all sort of people wearing tatered and dirty cloths. Some looked like they had been hanging out at that particular gas station their entire lives. It was creepy and depressing at the same time. Strangley the "groupies" seemed strangly proud where they stood. Like they were protecting a fort that was invisible to everyone but themselves. Imagine Jay and Silent Bob that arn't humerous or happy in the least.

On the ride home me and Ida had a very relaxing nap in the back of davids van. At one point David started playing a rant by Henry Rollins. Eventually everyone was so uninterested in Mr. Rollins blathering that we started reading out loud the official rules to Horse Shoes as stated by the National Horseshoe Pitchers Association. It was rather amusing. =)

Now the real woodsy will begin soon and more drunken fun will ensue =)

hokay it's official...

2007-03-22T18:33:10Z

I love watching Greys Anatomy. I just can't get enough of it. I have watched all of season 1 and half of season 2 not to mention that I try to keep up with the current show (season 3). The mind boggling thing is that some parts of the show annoy me, in particular the fact that the way the main charecteres behave around patiance would get them fired instantly yet no one seems to care.

But I forget all of when it comes to Dr.Grey and Dr.Shepard. When they are both on screen I just can't look away. Shepard loves Grey but he is still trying to save his marriage and Grey at the same time is just trying to move on since she and Shepard broke up. They both know they have to avoid each other yet sometimes they can't help themselves and we catch them staring for just a second longer then seems normal or walking slower then neccesary down a hallway. They don't kiss but you can tell when they look at each other how they feel.

Even though they want to be together that is not how life is sometimes. It's really romantic. What I like is that at first Grey was crushed that Shepard didn't tell her that he was married. However her view changes later on when it turns out the reason Shepard is in Seatle (where the show takes place) is because he separeted from his wife when he walked in on her and his best friend. Grey sweetly tells Shepard that she is glad he is trying to save his marriage, because it shows that she wasn't wrong about him. He's a good guy who is just trying to move on.

Thats such a nice thing to hear from a woman. That she understands. I think thats what alot people want not just woman and not just men, everybody. I know thats what I wish for sometimes, just to be understood.

Oh how I wish I was watching greys anatomy right now. Dr. Shepard I'm rooting for you!!!

Coffee!!!!

2007-03-21T04:56:12Z

I have a class called WRITING FOR HOLLYWOOD and in it I have to write a movie. Instead of tests and quizes it all comes down to this script that I turn in at the end of the semester. Today I had to give a pitch for the movie, sort of practice for having execs thumb through it and say yes I want to make this movie. So I sat in fromt of the class and talked about the movie I was writting. The class loved it but there are some problems with the story that I'm trying to fix and not sure of where I'm supposed to go.

Here is the basic of the story. If you have any suggestions feel free to input.

Ok so the basic synopsis is that a thief in columbia is trying to steel the recipe to the worlds greatest cup of coffee but in a case of mistaken identity gets kidnapped by Drug Dealers. Thinking that he is the creator the drug lord wants him to make coffee for him.

Now mind you, this isn't some normal cup of coffee. This stuff is so good that the entire economy of columbia is about to collapse because everyone just wants to sit around and drink their coffee. The effect it has on people is kinda like the brief case in Pulp Fiction, even though your couldn't see it or in this case taste it you know that it's amazing.

The next morning the dealer, named Renato, gets up out of bed dressed in shiny silk red pajamas and in a musical mood. He dances across his house huming to himself and gazes upon the pot of fresh brewed coffee. Smiling he pours himself a cup of coffee into his "worlds greatest dad" mug. He drinks it down like a man would drink fine wine. He sips it for a secod, then spits it out in a violent rage and grabs his gun a shoots off a few rounds. He storms to where the Theif (Alex) is staying leveles his gun and Alexz chest and demands to know what the hell is going on. "The Coffee" Renato says, "tastes terrible!" Thinking quickly Alex states that it is because he didn't have the correct ingrediants. "Oh... well why didn't you just say so... heh boy I over reacted a bit didn't I..!!!'

We cut seen of a distant village through the view of Binoculars. Renato is in the Jeep scouting out everything. The thief looks very nervous and slowly says, "Hey maybe I could just get the ingrediants from the local store or something." "NO! For the finest coffee you must have the finest ingrediants!" Beaten, Alex look gloomly and says well at least can you steel the stuff with no unnecessary violence, those are good people."
Renato looks and him and says "hey what do you think I am? Trust me when I say my men are the best and very professional." Renato then stands up and gives the attack signal by lunging his hand forward and screaming ATTACK. Dozens of Jeeps armed with machine guns and rockets launchers race forward.

Cut to a man talking to his wife. They are both tattered and dirty but clearly happy. The husband looks deep into his wifes eyes and adoringly says, " Honey even though you and I are poor villagers I do love the peacefull yet simple life." She replies, "Oh I know dear, this village really is a place of happiness! In fact I could just burst into song and tell the whole world how I feel!"

Musical number comes up and the couple walk out side while singing. Outside they are greated with other towns folk who make up the chorus and sing along to an anoyingly happy song. People start to dance around the fountain in a 'Koom-bye-ya' like mannor.

Suddenly Rockets slam into the village and buildings explode. People are tossed through the air like dummies and the villagers run for there lives.

Renato happily looks down at Alex who's jaw is hanging open, "See, no unnecessary violence!" and caries on like nothing is wrong.

(this is the kind of crap thats going to be the pace of the movie)

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Now what happens is Alex is in turn kidnapped again by another Drug Dealer who wants the great coffee. In the end a huge battle erupts and Alex is saved when a Military Force owned by none other then Starbucks coffee shows up. It's a high tech force and the tanks are painted like the starbucks coffee cups are and "Help Save the RainForrest" can be clearly scene as the tanks plow throught the trees in the battle.

Now I don't care if you don't like the dark sense of humor but I do want to know if you have any ideas. For instance I think I need to put a female in here somewhere and I think since the story takes place in Columbia and there is war going on and such, that I should put some sort of political joke in there somewhere. Something only the intellegent ear would catch. That and the begining and ending need some work to flesh it out.

I'll write it out tomorrow and see where that gets me.

-Sean

Spring Break!!!!!!!!!!111

2007-03-17T22:45:38Z

Two spring breaks ago I traveled to Cozumel Mexico on a cruise ship. Did I do that this spring break? No, I did not go on a cruise to an exotic location.

Last spring break I went to Galveston with some friends and ended up getting married in a drunken stuper. Did I do that this spring break? No, I did not go and live on the beach and have a tanked wedding.

Did I get an infected tonsil that got so bad the doctors had to give me a shot of of super strong antibiotics in the upper thigh (ass)? Why yes in fact I did. Somehow I got bed ridden for the last four days hardly able to talk or swallow without the promise of intense pain to follow.

I'm kinda bummed, I didn't get to do what I wanted to do this spring break. This time instead of going big and elaborate I wanted to go at a change of pace. My plan was to go and live in a homeless shelter for a few days. I know that sounds strange but it's something I have been wanting to do for a long time. I think it would be incredibly interesting. It's a side of our culture that most people never get to see. I want to just go and see what I see and I guess just take mental notes of the whole experiance. Maybe I'll even find a nice cozy box to stay in for the night if the shelter is full. I dunno.

One thing I would like to do though is maybe meet and talk to real bums who live on street corners during the day. See what the deal is, maybe get some insights into life. They say you learn more from when you fail/loose, well maybe I can learn alot from the people that our society has labeled as failures. (catch my drift?)

I've heard in new york city (and therefore it's true probably everywhere else) that alot of homeless have mental problems or such like that. Some are even extremly dangerous, that's kind of the only thing I'm worried about in this little experiment. I'll just have to be very carefull I guess and very observent of whats going on around me.

One thing is for cetain. I'm not doing this to win some kind of stupid reward. I think the curiosity is just getting the best of me. Though that's what happened when I went off that cliff in Oregon. I just had to know what it was like. The rush, the suspense, the challenge, I just had to know, to say "Ya, I got balls" Turns out I don't tell that story to many people because it's about me being an absolute jack-ass and almost getting killed.

I certainly will need to be carefull at all times. The phrase is not "curiosity killed the monkey" and I would like it to stay that way.

I not too proud of myself...

2007-02-28T17:58:18Z

I procrastinated badly this time. Ended up finishing an essay three minutes before I had to turn it in. I'm sure I don't have to explain that this would not classify as my best work. For a couple of paragraphs I stop talking about the short story "The Open Boat" (which is supposeed to be the focus) and start talking about war movies. Specificaly the notion that if you know anything about someone in a war movie they are probably going to die, for instance. Saving Private Ryan. We know little to nothing about Tom Hanks charecter. Untill at a tense moment in the tells his men that he was an english teacher back home. And what happens at the end? Tom Hanks gets killed. It also happends in We Were Soldiers once, the soldiers start talking to each other during a low point in battle and one mentions that his daughter was recently born. He shouldn't have said that, because three minutes later that poor bastard gets drenched in Napalm and we see a terrible scene of his skin melting off. People if your in a war movie and you happen to be on camera, don't tell anyone a damn thing!

The reason I brought those movies up is in the story "The Open Boat", which is a piece of Realism. In Realism you almost never ever know the charecters name. Correction, if it is acurring as a "man vs nature" Realism story then you never learn the people names, charecters are referred to by nicknames. And in "Boat" there are four charecter all given nicknames. Except one, his name is Billie. Sensing the tense situation of 4 men stuck in a boat in the middle of the ocean, Billie, screams at fate for letting him get this far just to kill him in the end. It's kind of poetic. But there in lies the problem, there shouldn't be poetry in Realism. So at the end of the story the boat capsises when it is within several hundred yards of shore. And what happens? Everyone lives, except Billie. Coincidence? I think not. So thats what I boldly stated in my paper...

Now I know that is a rather silly thing to talk about... it is full of more holes then swiss cheese but what I think really set the tone for a terrible paper, is that I tittled it "Why Billie Must Die" I don't even come close to supporting my argument and just satirize mere coincedences in Realism, both film and liturature. God I hope I get at least a C, proffesor Martin- please be gentle

Like cool man

2007-02-28T17:28:42Z

I took Ida to a Jazz concert. I was a tad nervous that I wouldn't like the music, because I had never listened to Jazz all that much. Ida, who used to go to New Orleans with her mom all the time, loves the music. So we went and it was probably one of the coolest shows I've ever seen. The band was from Peru and one of them was this black guy who sat on this box and played it with his hands. It wasn't a drum, just a shiney box. There were memebers total but throughout some members would drop out and one two members would play in tandum, I swear every member could play his or her instument like none other then a beast. At certain times during the concert the trumpet player would go on a duet and the box player would stand up, leave the box and start tapdancing to the beat of the trumpet, I was impressed. Anyway the whole group had a real sense of style, if Nat King Cole(sp?) had been alive he would have stood up and in that deep voice of his say one word, "cool." That's how good the band was.

"I know I don't look like it, but I can run like the wind" -Forrest Gump

2007-02-26T23:13:52Z

For the first time ever, I ran 5.25 miles. I did it last night. I'm rather proud of myself.

Goo-Goo-Ka-Chu

Sincerly,

Sean

the eyes

2007-02-23T19:33:37Z

Silence is something I find
taken advantage of and pushed
beyond the limit.

Quietly it creeps along my spine
with its quiet claws digging deeper
and deeper to strangle my soul.

I will not be let go of
clung to until rendered dead,

My heart, a latched window
tightly closed
one way only.

I pray no one can see me today
but much to my curse
their eyes cling
with all their weight

Those terrible eyes
they pry and rip and try to peek
but a smile is my shield

So lonely I'm found
curled up into a ball
and to sleep I go again.