Life in Eddie's World

Life is an irony within itself sometimes. It's like you hate someone, but the same time, you just want to talk to them. Oh, if only Oscar Wilde* was alive to write these feelings down in a homoerotic-toned poem.**

Oh Mr. Archenemy... I saw you Friday... you on ground level; me on the second floor. That glance we shared my dear sir... was the same as tipping our hats before the duel begins, before the bells toll and the clock strikes high noon.

So... prepare... and draw your pistol.... NOW!

- Your "enemy in waiting" and ex-lover***
Eddie

* People say Oscar Wilde (or any Oscar for that matter) was a bit on the homosexual side. Right? To Wikipedia!

** I think he also wrote many a poem with homoerotic overtones. Or was that Walt Whitman? To Wikipedia once more!

*** I say that because I haven't slept since 7 PM, Friday. 

Sleep deprivation really takes a toll on the human mind and body.

And I think 14 posts in one week is way too much. But as I've said before, he's like a cute button... with nipples to boot! Man, white people are so damn cute. I should probably take a nap.

It's Not Love Until Mr. Rodriguez Kisses Us (The Red Baron - Pt. 3)

This week, unfortunately, there will be no Red Baron entry. If you'd like to read what happened during the week, look on the right side of my panel for the blog archive. The dates are September 18 through September 25. Happy reading! :D

And in case you're wondering... it isn't until that happens.

The New Ratings System

About two months ago, I began rating my entries here on my blog so you, the reader, could decide what you'd like to read. Well, after some thought, I've decided to change the system a bit and updating them.

Mom, Freddie Mercury, again?!

For the past hour (since 12:30 AM CDT), I've had this song on repeat while I mess around with the blogs layout. And to you, enjoy, Freddie Mercury's Living On My Own.

The Apologies

Webster defines "apologies" as: an expression of regret for a mistake or wrong with implied admission of guilt or fault. And you know something, I don't like to apologize, mainly because I've relatively stayed out of trouble... but I've learned that at some point in life, as my music director has taught me (publicly, in front of my classmates), that you will have to apologize, be it to someone you made a mistake towards or etc.

And I figure that this is the best place for an apology.

(My) Cold Shoulder & The Foreign Exchange Student

If you've ever been a new student, you know how it feels when you walk into a class: you look at a sea of unfamiliar faces and a terror washes over you. Well, imagine feeling that along with being a different country thousands of miles away. Some foreign exchange students fit into the school’s culture and go with the flow, especially if their home country is a language 70% of the school’s population can already speak.

TBP

To my readers.

Enjoy.

The Snubs at College Night

Tonight was the glorious Night of College, where we students go to college recruiters and find out whether our futures will be shining examples of success or horrible piles of fecal matter.

Well, sir/madam, tonight was the Snub Night, where we, the students snub friends or get snubbed by others.

I did Mr. Rodriguez when I passed by, heard his "Hi Eddie," and I just kept on walking. I would have turned around, but as we were performing and our director was already pissed off at us, I dare not fraternize lest I get yelled at.

I didn't snub anyone else... but I got snubbed myself.

As I traversed the huge crowd of people walking around, I saw my friend. I placed a packet from Texas Tech in her face to get HER attention. She looked at me and she said, "No, no" and she walked away with two friends in tow. I stopped Ana and I asked her, "What's wrong, why is she mad at me?" 


She shrugged HER shoulders and as I saw her turn back with the look (it applies to all women who are angry with me) and I let Ana go, lest she be punished for my impudence towards HER (in what way I am unsure).

But actually, College Night actually turned out to be a good success for me.
UTA, here I come!*

* Note: I know they offer great engineering programs....
so if you-know-who reads this... I know. I know. :)


Thanks to William Shatner in helping me write this entry. (CLICK READ MORE!)

Biggest Pet Peeve

In May, my aunt was driving me and I asked her in Spanish, "¿Por qué los mexicanos siempre tienen la música a todo volumen?"

I figured it was a good question-- since it always seem to be proved if you ever drove down Jefferson Boulevard in the Oak Cliff neighborhood of Dallas, it sounded like a medley of accordions, guitars, and tubas (if it was a sunny day, anyway).

The People of Academy... Mmm

I went shoe shopping today at an Academy sports store in Arlington. As I walked through the dog training aisle, I turned down an aisle and saw a salesperson-- with what I can say-- the most incredible butt I've ever seen. I know how creepy that sounds, but God. Finally... a reason to take a picture because it lasts way longer.

For my male readers... the least pornographic. :)

For my female readers... this is probably
least pornographic picture I've found... and one
where penis HASN'T been visible.

 

Why it Sucks to be a Hardcore Bassist

Rated "14" due to the content of the video

I made this video about three hours ago (4:35 PM CDT) and I'm loving it. :)

Enjoy.

C'mon Mr. Rodriguez! (The Red Baron - Pt. 2)

2nd entry of The Red Baron. Enjoy.

• That Soccer Guy
It was said earlier this week that this soccer guy thought people were just jealous because of his good looks and all that other shit. Thankfully... if the Spaniards know any better... they'd reduce his pay by €10 million euros and staple his shirt to his socks... or his nuts. I fucking know that would hurt for sure.