Enter The Dragon...Oh Yeah

Enter the Dragon. from bean on Vimeo.


Recently I stumbled upon a charming young man named Dragon. Someone had posted a blog on Myspace with this video and to this day I cannot stop watching. He won my heart and I know he wins the ladies hearts. In fact, he just WINS everything. His delightful yet outlandish stories of fornication and car accidents make this video one you cannot miss.

Dragon gets pussy cause he wears a denim fest and rides a mountain bike. I predict this will be the new trend among high school age boys soon enough. If you love this video you will also enjoy the sequel called Dub:Dragon Edition which is about his car. This video is also available on www.vimeo.com under the username 'bean'. Check it out. Its really all hit and no miss.

Let's Have a War

I don't know what the fuck I'm doing. I'm writing another blog in the library. I'm pissed that I'm so quiet in class. The teacher called on me to respond on freedom of speech and all I could say is that I really didn't know what to say. He watched my dirty looks as I listened to my retarded liberal classmates put their feet in their mouths. Everything turns to the War on Iraq. FUCK THEM. They have nothing great to say.
I suppose they think they have original thoughts and that their 'radical' views are put down by 'government controlled' media. Yeah Right. This is New York, not Arkansas. What the fuck are you talking about? Theres a million 'minorities' here fighting for no reason. Who needs another white college student talking politics when they don't know what they are talking about either. Excuse my quotations but I'm on paraphrasing speeches filled with useless SAT vocabulary. Why don't we just 'acquiesce' this situation and close our mouths.
You don't like Rush Limbaugh? I'm so surprised. Don't listen. And you want to burn the dollars in protest? Be my guest. This is America and not Nazi Germany. I think we have too many rights in this area. Not enough shit too complain about so we take on unnecessary targets. I for one am not all about war either but isn't this whole situation a little redundant? WMD's is so 2001. You insult countless other politicians but claim a black one your savior? But why? Is he not equally full of shit? He's not one of us. He doesn't really give a shit.
In fact I don't really give a shit. And I don't know much. I'm just repeating what I've heard apparently. But who isn't? Hasn't every political thought already been claimed? I say, Let's Have a War. It can start in New Jersey.

C.K.

No one makes it here alone, I said no one makes it here alone.

So I recently heard one of my favorite bands Verse broke up a couple weeks ago and I'm pretty upset. I only got to see them play once with Have Heart in Long Island. It was a great show but I wish I could've seen them one last time. After that show I started listening to them even more and realized how great they really were and how great there lyrics actually were. And this comes from someone who pretty much always ignores lyrics.

Even if their political views were much more radical than my own, I think they had a lot to say and hope anyone who listens to this genre is able to learn from the messages they set to their amazing music. I thought that after they 'broke edge', they might be able to give some insight in a following record about the trials of being in that kind of band and their feelings about life altogether. Regardless, R.I.P. Verse. I hope you do a reunion sometime soon or start new great bands that I can listen to.

On a seperate note, I am in my school library writing a blog when I should be writing a paper for school that was due today. I am really not feeling school and this harsh weather. New York is way too cold for me. My back hurts and my head feels heavy. I took too much Ny-Quil last night and I'm paying for it now. I am daydreaming of my bed and money.

I am so fucking lazy too. I just bitch about not having a job but I do nothing about it. I complain that I will have no time to study but instead of actually doing schoolwork during that time, I talk online and look at amplifiers I can't afford because I'm not working. I know its hard to find a job these days since a lot of people actually need second ones to survive nowadays while I just want things.

I find myself contradicting myself on a normal basis. Smoking too many cigarettes than I need and wasting other money on food and useless indulgences. Such is the life of a misguided fool. I really don't care for friendships, relationships, or anything like that right now. It's been a bad winter. Although its not the worst yet, it is more uneventful than any other. I'd kill for some change. Change of season, change of direction, change of emotion, change of life, change of music, change of anything. Instead I find myself in a slow decay at the age of 19.

Soon 20 will hit and I'll be forced to accept the fact that I am an adult and have responsibilities like any other. I miss the days of 40 oz beers and mind numbing punk rock that made me so happy. Basement 'parties' and broken hearts seem so intangible and valuable when they aren't worth much more than 3 dollars and a shitty girl.

I say we all move away somewhere warm and watch the tides hit the rocks. And we can stare at the sun until our vision is orange and red. Sleep in the shade and never worry about a thing but what we might do next. I want a life on the road, seeing places I've only seen in magazines and tv shows.

Instead of doing anything I dream. And the saddest ones are always the ones that seem the happiest because at this rate I'll never leave this tiny island. As much as I love it and all the friends I have here, I'm destined to lay stagnant in a warm bed my mother laid out for me.

C.K.

If man is five, then the devil is six.

Not even when I was Catholic did I give something up for lent, but something about this year, giving something up sounded really good. Plus I needed incentive to not do something to begin with. So far its been two successful days. Though difficult, and my compulsive need to do this thing I gave up, with the help of some friends and music, I will prevail. 

I decided I want to spend as little time at home as possible, but not for the resons you may think. This weekend I am going to Long Island. Next weekend is my friend's birthday so I have to be here for that, but I'll be in Williamsburg Friday night so that's good enough. And for the weekends after that, I'll be visiting people at school. The reason is because in my Design 4 class we're looking at everyone's work and preparing it all for a future website we'll make. What I've noticed is that my body of work is lacking compared to other students. I think I've been too scared to get out there, and have been too worried about completing projects and not actually making the work good.

Hooray for adventures!

In other news, when is it getting warm? I want to go tagging and do acid upstate. Ahaha

S.P.

Drink Chocolate Milk! And Kill Your Parents!

So I was hanging out at the studio today working on a new project. Its just me and my friend and its amazing. But now my creativity is tapped and I'll need to sleep till I can form another original thought.

And its funny how just one night of sleep can change the way you think. The other night I had a dream I fell in love. Happiest dream I could think of. I kind of wish I could go back. She was wearing a dress and had blue eyes and brown hair with freckles below her eyes and around her nose. For the life of me I can't remember what the fuck was going on in the dream, but for some reason I can't forget her face and that feeling. It was a feeling of hope which only reminds me of the speech in the beginning of "Great Romances of the 20th Century" by Taking Back Sunday although I don't know what movie its from.

So my friend and I were talking about where our game went and I was thinking where are all the pretty girls were. Because if I've already met all the pretty ones on Staten Island, then its about time for me to leave. We need to go out on the town drunk and staggering making fools of ourselves and charming girls we don't know.

When I was 12 I would've imagined myself somewhat like the way I am now. But 16 would not be so happy with how I am now. Its time to party and time to get reckless. I hope with Spring comes bitches because I will come with seeds.

C.K.

If only there was still a 5k.

I am desperately searching for a job. Something that pays better than my 7.50 an hour part time crap. I'm going to work my ass off, barely ever spend time at home. And then in the fall I'm moving out. I decided. I can't stand it at home anymore. This morning I woke up and walked into the living room to get my laptop and there is my mother, sitting on the couch with the full bottle of vodka and orange juice I mixed last night in her hand. I didn't go out so it stayed in my bag, her boyfriend standing next to her, I clearly interrupted a discussion. Her excuse, it was leaking. I go to grab it and she pulls away. Living on my own, I wouldn't have this problem. Hell, I wouldn't need to sneak my pregaming liquor in a juice bottle to begin with! 

I had a rough weekend. Last weekend was really fun, but rough at the same time. No matter what I'm glad I went. Now I'm just dealing with the aftermath. I thank (God?) for giving me the great guy friends I have. They give me hope that someday I'll find someone worth spending my time on. Maybe now I can actually get the guts to call Canada. 

S.P.

It's about time I made my intentions clear.

I'm taking the fact that I have not been scheduled to work once again this weekend as a sign. Even though it probably isn't. I'm going out this weekend and partying harder than the last. I need sex. I need weed. I need booze. I need music. I need fun. And I don't care what it takes to get it.

Lately, it's so strange, how much I can't stand being home. I stay in my room all the time, and sure it's nice having a home cooked meal each night, but I have this itch; To get out and go places. Stay out all night, meet new people, and just live. Unfortunetly I don't have the money to fund it all.

S.P.

And then the cops showed up...

"School's a living hell. I work and don't get paid." - Jawbreaker

Yeah. School is in session and Jawbreaker is in. I have Two 2-hour breaks between classes on Tuesdays and Thursdays and I might just go insane. Thank goodness for food and cigarettes.

I'm running out of pictures to ruin with my lack of skills in Photoshop. I'm going to have to find some inspiration.

I'm broke as fuck and I have no job. School leaves me little time to work. I really need the money though. Whatever, this weekend I will forget my worries with 40's of OE and too many cigarettes so that I might not want to leave my house again. And I need pussy. Anyone interested in a one night(day) stand please respond to this entry. Please...really.

C.K.

Here is where we'll go, I'll take us home.

I hate this. I really hate this. I hate feeling so many things about a person. Every single emotion. Especially hate sometimes. Every day I learn more and I wonder if the almost two years was worth it. Starting class isn't as fun as I expected it to be. The ferry ride over all I could do was smile. Writing in my journal again, something I hadn't done since December 11th. It wasn't that long ago, but things were so different. Everything is always different. Yet completely the same. 

I don't want to be here anymore because everything reminds me of someone. Anyone. Especially unpleasant memories. Every song a different person and time in my life. Some I can smile about and be thankful of, some that still hurt. Being at school makes it even worse. I thought that things would be exciting, but after my first class I was no longer smiling. And now in my room all I want to do is leave here. If only for the weekend.

S.P.

With a thousand words to say but one.

Taking a look at my life from here, I can't tell whats next except whats expected. All the trails that once stood beneath my feet are turned over and all that is left is an empty dream I've been clinging on to since I was much younger. I guess everyone wants a little bit of fame but I feel like I need it.

I find myself narrating my own story as I capture scene after scene behind my own eyes, waiting for something to happen. And seeing the same old places and people has left me tired of this story. So do I close the book, tear our a few pages, or hold it out. I've never been much of a reader anyway.

C.K.

Excuse me...

Has anyone perfected time travel yet? Because I could really use it right about now. I’m not the type to regret things. Usually I believe that everything happens for a reason and that it will all come together eventually, but all I can think about is changing some things I said and did. Everything on this island makes me think about it. Everything in my life makes me think about it. It’s chasing me down and I can’t take it.

The other night I was in Dunkin Donuts, when quite a few high school kids came in right before it was closing. Across from me sat a group of girls with the strangest look to them. This one girl, who I couldn’t stop staring at, had long black crunchy curly hair pulled back by a clip with her long-ish bangs, parted in the middle, straightened and hairsprayed stiff.

I just don’t understand why anyone would think this is normal. Or pretty. They’re like aliens.

Sorrentina Palombra

Parle vu Francais?

So it's settled. I'm moving to France. I'll find work as a cinematographer or maybe just work in a cafe. I don't care if I'm hated for being an American. I'll just watch movies like Amelie and learn. Have you heard that they're trying to make us seem like a romantic city like Paris? New York, I love you is NOT Paris, Je T'aime. New York is bitter, cold and confusing. In every sense. How they're making several love stories that revolve around the boroughs is beyond me. Especially this island. And especially on a snowy night like tonight, where everything is still, and you can almost feel everyone huddled in their beds watching French films wishing they were somewhere else.

Or maybe that's just me.

Sorrentina Palombra

It's Going To Be A Cold Winter

I've been sitting in the same clothes I put on two days ago before I left my house. It's something I just realized but I don't care. I've been by myself since then. Staying in is the best thing to do when the weather is this shitty. This island is lifeless on any day, nevertheless a snowy day. Listening to Tears For Fears and drinking tea is just about as interesting as a Sunday night can get. Every year is the same.

I'm tired and anxious and not sure what I'm waiting for. Maybe an unexpected call.

Clarence Kelly