El Quandary no more.

No longer will you draw breath. I have smote your ruins upon the ground with my drunken intensity.

When the smoke did clear I learned a terrifying truth that only my soul did know. El Quandary was merely a child. Through hiding and pretending El Quandary has evaded me once again. And now the real Matador will fly his cape and I will charge. El Quandary I curse the name. Until we meet again….

Add comment February 20th, 2007 at 12:18pm John

I am a bull and something is out to get me.

Recently I meet a girl. A very attractive girl that struck me instantly.
I would like to ask this girl on a date, but I got a little drunk. I felt it would be better not to humiliate myself by slurring my words, or saying the wrong thing, so I decided to wait until a later time to ask her for a date.

Now the matador comes to play.

I find out that my friend might also be attracted to this girl. Other friends tell me this is so, but we asked [indirectly] I got no response from him. This leads me to believe that he might be into her. So a couple of days pass and still nothing. I decide to call him and ask him out right, “Are you interested in her?”. He replies and tells me that he isn’t really sure, but that if I am interested I should go ahead and pursue it. Later that night I get a text from another friend who is in the ‘know’ about the whole situation telling me that he “really likes her”.

Well fuck shit satan.

Fuck shit satan is right, the matador has come out of his gate. To pursue or not to pursue, that is the question. The real killer is that I already started the game, now I potentially look like a fool when throwing in the towel before anything starts.

Oh women of the world, how you kill us slowly and light our hearts ablaze.

Add comment February 16th, 2007 at 09:15am John

So I’ve added some new poems to the mix.

“Melrose Place” was written on New Years morning after a long drive to Chicago on just 1.5 hours of sleep. We get to our destination and lo and behold, I still can’t fucking sleep. Crazy.

“Sleepless Poems for You and Me” was written just the other night after I couldn’t [once again] get myself to sleep.

So there you have it, proof positive that I still write poetry, I just usually keep it locked away in a closet because it might just kill me [you never really know]!

Add comment February 14th, 2007 at 08:36pm John

Last night I traveled up to Indy for Mr Millers 27th birthday bash.

I traveled with two bags of liquor for mixing Martinis. Everyone seemed to have a really good time. I got to see some really old friends that I haven’t seen in forever. It was truly fantastic!! I also meet some really cool new people: Mellisa, Jessica, and David.

Mellisa is Josh’s friend from when they worked at Sycamore. We talked a bit and had a good time. She liked my martinis!!!

Jessica is Mellisa’s friend. She is a writter and a poet which is really cool, so we had some good conversations (although drunkenly) about different poets.

I saw my old friend Robyn who used to live down the way from me about 4 years ago.

I also got to see Andi Travers, and the Avery’s, who hooo!!!!

You can see what happens when you leave your camera on an open table at a party by visiting my snapshots section. Overall everyone had a great time, only to be kicked out by Josh’s crazy assbag of a roommate. I hope to keep up with the new people that I meet and have new friends!!!

2 comments February 10th, 2007 at 08:44pm John

So after my first real Frat rush party on Thursday I hit up another on Saturday night. This party started out a little different as I had my B-Town crew [and other new friends] with me. We pre-partied at V’s house and had a lot of fun. We headed out to the party around 11:15 p.m. but much to my dislike [at first] we stopped off at Yogis for a little more pre-drinking. When we first got to Yogis no one wanted to leave and go with me to the party but with a little help from Mr Royal Flush [a terrific red double shot that I bought for everyone] I was able to get everyone to head over with me. We arrived and started drinking but my crew wasn’t too comfortable at the party considering they didn’t know anyone else there. They ended up leaving about 40 mins into our arrival and got a ride home from the DD of the party.

I decided to stay on for a while and see what people I could meet and learn more about the frat [Delta Kappa Epsilon, deke (pronounced deck)] from some of the guys. I was really glad that I stayed on because I had a great time. I danced, talked with a lot of people, and had some good conversations with people I did not know. I left around 3:30 pretty drunk and made it home safely. All in all everything went really well by the end of the night, I made some new friends, and generally stepped outside my once social bubble.

Much to the surprise of people that have known me for a good amount of time, I am actually thinking of …. pledging! I know, I know, please don’t disown me. I am just being myself and having a good time doing it. You may say that this is totally out of character but in reality it isn’t. This isn’t a typical Frat and is much like the Frat of my great friend Mark for which I’m basically an honorary member. Don’t worry, there will be more on this to come as I mull it over in my head. Let the ranting and surprised comments commence!

Add comment February 4th, 2007 at 09:38pm John

Tonight, actually just a bit ago, I went to a Frat rush party. I have two friends who have been in all of my Informatics classes who are in this Frat. They invited me and I went. I thought it would be a good step outside of my social boundries.

I even had a good time. I played beer pong (and won!!!), and I even drank the fucking coors light beer. It was disgusting and I thought I would throw up after each drink, but I stumbled onwards through the cups. I might have actually gotten drunk off of beer tonight. To be fair to my lovely Svedka, I did have about 3-4 shots upon arrival as I did take my flask. But seriously, I’m a little weirded out, and perhaps drunk, right now.

I’m writing this post and this hour because this is of great signifigance to me. I would have never attended a Frat party before, let alone a Frat rush party. My name and number is now in their hat so to speak. However, I did meet some really cool guys, some cool chicks, bugs bunny, and a man from platoon. As I mentioned above, I played beer pong with my good friend Alex and we won a couple rounds before getting knocked out in OVER TIME. I hit the clutch shot at the end of the game, sent the cup falling off the table, and we went to OT, pretty fucking sweet.

I know this wasn’t a typical Frat party as this Frat doesn’t have an official University house on campus, but it did help to change my mind about Frats in general and the things which they do. Like I said, I had a good time, me John Wayne, at a Frat party, drinking Coors Light, and having a good time.

Add comment February 2nd, 2007 at 01:28am John