relapse.

im trying to get back into writing poetry again, even if just a little bit. that and it slows my transition into a completely unsensitive/vulcanish asshole :)

im lost in a stare and im tryin not to blink again
while the beams brush the surface of the skin
i love your shine under the starlight, others call it the sun
that's why im waitin for the clouds to run
for those rays to dash, amplify the colors in between those lashes
love it when they're framed in glasses
everytime you glance i feel a rush
cuz trust, i cannot look away, my eyes keep movin down and up
lips are lush, im in a trance every time you brush,
by, freckles pinpoint every spot i wanna touch
and im sure you got the hint, but if you must know
im tryin pretty hard to make you blush through your blush
like your eye shadow after the day's through, im tryin not to linger
never will i shadow, i just wanna take you by the fingers
and always stand to your left like it's forever 9 o'clock
cuz im willing to stop time if it means this moment i'll lock

whatever.

i'm solely posting because i haven't in months. let's see if this will me get back into the habit.

ready?...

go!

so, i was pretty much an ass today, but it was like a cool kinda ass. i wasn't mad or annoyed at anything, just didn't care i guess. i had this one guy come into the store today, he didn't speak english. that's ok, he asked me if i spoke spanish and i say 'un poquito.' so normally i say that and they try to explain what they need. what does this guy do? he says 'no.' just 'no.' as if to say 'in order to help me, you absolutely must be fluent in the language of my people.' and you know what i say? 'ok.' then proceed to sell a phone to other customers, in spanish, who were more appreciative of my efforts. and i know he heard me speaking the language of his people.

more people are coming in to buy converter boxes before the switch on friday. most of them fail to realize their coupons expire. smh. one couple in particular boosted my ego a lil. they came to get their boxes, and i offered them the warranty. the girl immediately rejects, before i even get to explain it, which happens. i don't know why, but i was like, in my head of course, 'fuck you.' i glance at her for a second, then turn to the guy; 'sir, put it like this: the warranty covers you for the year, if you add it you're only paying 22 bucks total. now say you don't add it and something happens, you're paying 60 bucks for a new box cuz you're not getting new coupons.' and he immediately said yes. looked at the girl and smirked. this chick just got figuratively bitchslapped! hahahahaha.

ok, im done.

coo coo ka-chow!

follow.. no, stalk me on twitter, yes?

search for "aeriin," so simple, no?

simpler than having me gather thoughts into the spirit bombs you're accustomed to :D

silence.

videogames are great. they are the best jesus made since 1. wine, and 2. dickie shorts [have you ever done any physical activity in them???] the only letdown of videogames is that you can't do that shit in real life.

examples:

-street fighter iv: i want to fire kick people in the face and cannon spike jaws, never gonna happen.

-final fantasy series: who doesn't want to silence their peers at a whim, or meteor them for that matter.

-pokemon: i want an eevee, end of story.

videogames are on top of the fantasy inducers along with dreams and pornography.

crimson.

so about 20 minutes ago i was speeding down the highway, windows down, chanting "crimson, and clover, over, and over" [jimmy eat world's "a praise chorus"]. i had my green tea and i was [and still am] filled with energy. i don't understand why i feel so perfect right now. i feel like every sunday should be exactly like this.

quick realization: currently, the closest we can get to teleportation is achieved by gettin drunk.

idol.

Im sitting in my car in the kaiser parking lot, hour and a half early. This is probably one of those things my coworker would tease me for, saying im not black.

Anyway, interesting week i must say [note by this week i mean starting last friday to today]. Last friday was the second official chocolate? party at the mansion. Needless to say, we threw down. Lets see, 11.30pm, the place is packed. Police even came complaining, not about the party, about the number of people there. We kicked half the people out and it got packed again shortly. Bar stayed busy as shit. We are the shit.

I think im gonna make next tuesday my last day at the hospital where my would-be-perfect-wife works, thus allowing me to start my plan :D

I may start a little section, or endless post, just to document the growing stupidity ive been witnessing. I mean, seriously: you know you're stupid when you blame a slow line at mcdonalds on the state of california. Yes, somebody said that. I know you're thinking "nobody would say that it doesn't make any sense." i assure you my friends, somebody said that shit.

I hope i wasn't one of those kids who answered the question "who do you want to be like when you grow up?". Im sure i was but today i officially retract my answer. I watch people, all the time. School, work, public places. I have yet to meet someone i can proudly say "i'd like to be like him". I mean, of course nobody's perfect, but what happened to having an idol, a hero? I have no one in my everyday life id like to be like, nor out of all those you'd see on tv. Whatever.

crosshatch

crosshatch shading? havent touched that style since highschool.