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| Wednesday, February 25th, 2009 | | 5:34 pm |
Skippin' class The last time I tried to skip class via sleeping in the basement, a classmate found me, woke me, and told the professor that I would be in class shortly. So off to class I went. This time, I'm doing a better job of hiding. No classmates in sight, and class has already begun. I can probably slide off of campus now. I think I'll stay in the shadows a little bit longer. Posted via LiveJournal.app. Current Mood: Gassy | | Wednesday, February 18th, 2009 | | 4:11 pm |
WEMS-WORS
There is an awful, self-doubting, disgusting, sweaty, dehydrated, suffering feeling to bike racing that I desperately miss on this rainy/snowy February afternoon. In the basement of Curtin Hall, where I should be doing my Spanish homework, I am looking at photos of racers dripping with pain and I want to be right there, not here. Its like an itch inside your intestines, beyond your current reach. Just trying to stay stoked, and hopefully I'll have a lucky season at the same time. Current Mood: angst filled | | Tuesday, February 17th, 2009 | | 10:20 am |
Klotche center It's just me and my espresso chunks of energy sitting trying to figure out what it is that my fingers smell like. Some uninterested high school kids on a campus tour mutter to one another about the homeless guy with the iPod. I don't blame them for their blundt observations. I guess I have to go face the wind now in sweaty bike shorts. Posted via LiveJournal.app. | | Monday, February 16th, 2009 | | 10:53 am |
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| | Monday, November 13th, 2006 | | 10:10 am |
B!
my mid-term paper came in, the tough one for my english studies coarse. the really stressful one. i got a B! sweet sassy molassy, im hype. all the coments kincaid gave me, are what i thought i needed to work on as well. this college thing seems to be right for me. i, am in fact, happy, yo! i also was run over by my brother yesterday while mountain biking. it was painful, but the new rig is supersweet. check it out here http://www.flickr.com/photos/josephssmoseph/295573925/a parts list, and close up picture is coming soon, but heres the jist, is a singlespeed, it's steel, and it's rigid. yeah! josephssmoseph | | Wednesday, November 8th, 2006 | | 9:34 am |
| | Friday, October 20th, 2006 | | 12:02 pm |
words
words that aren't spoken when i am awoken, never seem to creep as those said when i'm asleep | | 12:00 pm |
a rainy night for a falafel
It was a rainy day for a falafel The sun was out I was feeling awful My skin was a-itchin’, as I crept to the kitchen And I walked out eating a waffle The money, it is a-changin’ 3 quarters and the rest a-rangin’ From nickels and dimes, a sign of the times Of the mayor who is a-agin’ Back to the rain from the middle east That blew down on my feast As the wind poured, I was floured Bt the gusting drenching of yeast | | 11:58 am |
epigram
****, my love, she asked, do i kiss well? i am not ****, so i cannot tell! | | 11:57 am |
stake
When dealing in death the best way to survive is not to partake. And when dealing in flesh the temptation is easily resisted. My apprentice has forced me down the blood stained path, despite my denial of the thirst from within. The fatty membrane makes my hands soft and I do not know whether or not any of this blood is mine. For the steel is sharp enough not to feel it’s cut. I’m washing my hands of this life lost. I’m keeping my serenity by living clean; and by living green I stay serene | | 11:56 am |
Oh nipples I do not know what you are for. My mother told me not to play with you, instead I put a safety pin through. Now I always look cold Once my mother’s dress came undone. She asked me for a spare safety pin to hold it closed. I reached under my shirt, with one hand undid the pin in my nipple and gave it to her. My nipple saved the day. Oh nipples my outward facing dimples. Like the eraser on my #3 pencil, so delicate and rubbery. You are the key to my chest of Drawers. Like the Beatles, you twist I shout. Oh my nipples I do not know what you are for, but I couldn’t go but one day without you. | | 11:53 am |
chess
my pawns are sacrificed for fun. my moves are manipulated by her looks. lies and decepetion rule the game. my moves are controlled, yet she forgets that chess... is a two way game. | | 11:51 am |
runnin' dry
she lights a cigarette puts it between my lips and tells me not to breath | | Thursday, October 5th, 2006 | | 3:35 pm |
h.b.c.
a man jumped in front of a car i did not know it at the time but he did it for me, a man he did not know i wrote this poem, after i was hit by a car today while on my bicycle. the car tried to speed off, but a generous stranger jumped in front of the vehicle, and made him get out and so forth. i never got to thank him, but i hope some how he knows i really appreciate his boldness, and the fact that he risked his safety for justice. this is my thank you, dear stranger, thank you. josephssmoseph p.s. i am mostly ok, my rear wheel will need to be replaced, although the brother made it ridable, that will probaly not last. also the bruising and whatnot. my hip is not happy. | | Tuesday, September 12th, 2006 | | 6:05 pm |
the rumors may be true
so the rumors may be true, depending on what they are 1)i dont own a computer anymore, so i dont really update my journal here, ever 2)i am an english major at university wisconsin-milwaukee 3)i am a full time cook, rendering me with no free time, ever 4)i am in a bike-gang, kick stand your grounds, look it up on facebook if you care 5) and most importantly, i am engaged, the lucky lady, as can be seen here http://www.flickr.com/photos/emilyjoy/230581199/in/photostream/ , (emily joy) and i plan to be married next spring, when our collective school's let out that is all...for now josephssmoseph | | Tuesday, July 25th, 2006 | | 10:30 pm |
too
i made a visit to my mother's house today, talked with my grandmother, who said i should make a habit of visiting her, paid online bills, for my phone and credit card, threw away a whole bunch of once meaningful junk, and it hit me, i am now, a literal adult. i was told that once you turn 18 you are an adult, and by another that once you turn 21 you are an adult, and for the most part, i am one now. but most importantly, i am now too old to die young. sure i may be to young to die, but i am definitely no longer at a speed which is to expeditious to sustain life. it was a pleasant realization, and it deserved noting. oi! josephssmoseph | | Thursday, July 6th, 2006 | | 10:44 pm |
i'll tell me ma
well, ive been a long time gone, due to out movage, and lack of internetting capabilities in my living quarters, but i wont bore you with the way exciting things of the past weeks, instead, i'll link you to the grand, grand myspace page for the up and coming number one superstar rock'n'roll band, the beets. yes, the beets, featuring me, joey "rudy jude" sielen on vox and guitbox, and samuel "sammy jude" sielen on the drum kit, with our version of the traditional irish classic "i'll tell me ma". recorded in a short period this evening, with little more than a computer, some mic'ing equipment, and a whole lotta spirit, this tune is sure to get you moving in your seats, or out of your seats, or perhaps, moving you bowels within your seats. whichever it may be, give a listen over at www.myspace.com/thesebeets and enjoy. bye for nowbeing, josephssmoseph | | Tuesday, June 20th, 2006 | | 1:20 pm |
236
236. as in miles, round trip from my studio to the stetzers' cabin. solo, on a fixed gear, is how i attempt to accomplish this feat. 118 miles in one day should be amazing. the returning 118 miles? well, thats for the the knees to decide. it is my belief that 30 dollars of clif bars and emergen C will sustain me. and there is nothing like a good auld ss'more to soothe an aching cyclist. but thats my recent future. my recent past? well, its just as exciting if not tons more confusing. i didnt sleep friday night. not like i was tossing and or turning all night, but that i was up and awake very late, and i had to return to up and awake very early, so i reasoned it out to be wiser to not sleep. so i spent 3 hours at the east side webbs, drank a lot of bad coffee, had a slice of past-prime apple pie, and later some under cooked pancakes. the young waitstaff, was a trip to listen to though. i thought outposters griped alot. they have nothing on these poor webby souls. and as most diners have their regulars, this webbs had it's regular bums. some were very friendly, some didnt say a thing at all, but boy, did they make me look clean in comparison. the rest of the day was ackward, absurd, and mean sorts of all over the place, but it ended and i was happy. i went to watch the local professional baseball team compete on sunday, with the auld man and the brothers. it was nice, they won off of a carlos lee homerun. what a way to end a game, if there is ever a great way to do so. only the rest of the experience was really down letting. first off, i had to spend 10.75 for a vegan meal. 10.75! now, it wasnt terrible, but ive had way way better stirfry for way way less(for example the tofu curry at the outpost) and im pretty sure this stadium stirfry was no where near organic. also, this place was not easy to find, i went to numerous stands, keosks, and various service windows looking for a vegan option before i found this fellow with the burners. when i went to make a complaint, the guest relations chick told me that "they have veggi dogs over there" and pointed to a stand. it was the ONLY stand in the entire stadium to have these specific dogs. also, i dont like veggi dogs, thats not really a real vegan option in my books, but i would have taken it had it been offered elsewhere in the facilities. i was grossly disgusted. when my meat complaint was turned down, i made another complaint about the lack of recycling disposeries, and recyclable products. all fives and sixes people. there were 43 thousand people at the stadium, all producing mass amounts of unrecyclable waste. i was pretty furious, and i wrote a novel of complaint, as did my brother. but atleast, with all the paper products they hand out during the game, they had a proper paper bins. i, of course, am being facetious. no such bins existed. its very saddening that it is in fact 2000 and 6 and our mass facilities still cannot recycle properly, nor accomodate those who choose not to destroy the earth, and starve the children of this planet, by not eating meat. even if only for trends' sake, should they be spewing veggi options. dont they watch the today show!? vegan meals are cool, yo! spah, i must go, i dont own a computer for a reason, but here i am, spending way too much time at the universities' devices. josephssmoseph | | Monday, June 12th, 2006 | | 8:21 pm |
gone
i'm gone, to my downtown studio, currently computerless, forever tvless and microwaveless, meatless and alcoholless, not to mention dairyless when can be managed. but not not auld timey, antekeless. pretty much foodless, except what ms. oi! has brought over. definetly not book or tealess. and not joyless. a chair, a bed, a desk, a kitchen, and a bathroom and some shelves. its pretty great. send me a letter or something, anything not 'dear resident' at 1303 n cass milw wi 53202 apt 204 ill be livejournally absent for a while, so pluh! josephssmoseph |
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