Madkemist's Photography: park bench

Madkemist's Photography: park bench

a foto by madkemist that i ran across, trully love it.

big life directive...

hey guys, been awhile since i last made a post...


hmmm... let's see what's new:

"Zee Updates..."
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*'rents know i'm gay, not that new.
*not really scoring high grades in school, not new news at all.
*finally taking the SATs, very new news.
*have yet to get my scores, am a dumbass, lemme get them now

____________SAT SCORES_____________

... nvm, i just learned that they revised the date from Apr 17
to Apr 24. what a bitch.

anything else?

I'm joining the navy.


...

I'M JOINING THE NAVY!
ohmigawd. Me, a homo, is gunna be a saylore! (read it really gay)

this calls for an interlude:

Where can you find pleasure
Search the world for treasure
Learn science technology
Where can you begin to make your dreams all come true
On the land or on the sea
Where can you learn to fly
Play in sports and skin dive
Study oceanography
Sign of for the big band
Or sit in the grandstand
When your team and others meet


In the navy
Yes, you can sail the seven seas
In the navy
Yes, you can put your mind at ease
In the navy
Come on now, people, make a stand
In the navy, in the navy
Can't you see we need a hand
In the navy
Come on, protect the motherland
In the navy
Come on and join your fellow man
In the navy
Come on people, and make a stand
In the navy, in the navy, in the navy (in the navy)


They want you, they want you
They want you as a new recruit


If you like adventure
Don't you wait to enter
The recruiting office fast
Don't you hesitate
There is no need to wait
They're signing up new seamen fast
Maybe you are too young
To join up today
Bout don't you worry 'bout a thing
For I'm sure there will be
Always a good navy
Protecting the land and sea


In the navy
Yes, you can sail the seven seas
In the navy
Yes, you can put your mind at ease
In the navy
Come on now, people, make a stand
In the navy, in the navy
Can't you see we need a hand
In the navy
Come on, protect the motherland
In the navy
Come on and join your fellow man
In the navy
Come on people, and make a stand
In the navy, in the navy, in the navy (in the navy)


They want you, they want you
They want you as a new recruit


Who me?


They want you, they want you
They want you as a new recruit


But, but but I'm afraid of water.
Hey, hey look
Man, I get seasick even watchin' it on TV!


They want you, they want you in the navy


Oh my goodness.
What am I gonna do in a submarine?


They want you, they want you in the navy.

thank you Village People

"Update Wrap"
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so yea, that 'bout wraps up the update, what else?
gunna be 18 soon, woot!
gunna be in shape soon, woot!
and i re-fell in love with Bomberman,
hopefully i didn't break love in the
process.

"SAT story"
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oh yea, one last note, the SAT story.

I wake up on a fine April day.
---April 1st, 2006.
It's the day of SATs, so I wake up around 5AM
and shower, beautify myself just in case.
Remembering to notify my family and what not,
even though I've told them 4 months ahead of time,
I try to tell my parents whilest they're sleeping
but it's in the family's genes to be a bitch when
waking up, so I tell my lil bro instead and leave
a note.

I'm all packed and on my way, fast foward a bit,
meet up with some old and new friends at my test
center, not my home school, Grover Cleveland HS
here in Maspeth, Queens, NY, USA.

Fast foward past the hang out afterwards and the
feeling up of Peter to when I head home and, behold
a sight, my PC's gone. More so, all wires connected
to what had been where the PC was located are
frayed, signs that it was actually brutally
removed. Bitch.

---Approx. 2PM. Home. PC Missing.
My brother's playing his Playstation. Kingdom Hearts
II, and the bitch is not even working on the
gummi ships. I'm calm and collected dispite the
current situation. I see the antennae to my brand
new $90 wireless card is intact, or at least I
believed so, I mean, $70 went to the antennae alone.
I learn five minutes later what are the makings of
the innards of the cable used to attach the antennae
to the card. Bitch. Bitch Fuck Nigga.

It's me, Fernando. And I've just lost it. Fuck this.
They have yet to learn me. I decide that they no
longer need their PC, and this is the best part.
I've kept a copy of a program that manipulates
WinXP's services to allow it to change the password
daily based on a simple algorithm and a dictionary.
What's great about it is that it requires an
external source to release the current data set for
a current hour. It's repetitive and easily
hackable, but for the purpose of blocking a PC from
being used by morons anymore, it's great.


---Several hours later, Parents feel stupid, I'm
left with damaged goods, no one has a PC, rather,
I have my laptops and they have nothing. Isn't life
grand?

"Why, why, why?"
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I bet some are wondering why the sudden decision into
the naval forces. It actually isn't a rush decision.
I've been planning my future situation for quite
awhile and have found it optimal to join the Navy
versus any other course of action. Plus it's about the
most least involved of all. I mean in that I'm told to
do my work, I become a lab rat, and I've been that for
years up until Sophomore year of HS, I was comfortable
with that and I surely miss it. Navy, here I come.

I'll be heading out by end of August, but before then,
I'll be needing a boyfriend to smother. Which reminds
me, where's this Andre character my friend Matt has
been telling me about?

a disturbance in the force...

*the room suddenly shakes violently,
all my money banks are suddenly
wiped clean, nothing but curses fly
from my mouth as I turn around and
stab the first religious bitch I see*


WHAT THE FUCK!
My school has currently been trying to get
over on my mother with the tuition. Four
times the tuition has risen and it still
continues to rise. My mother is NOT going
to pay what ever it is they suddenly want
now, whatever policy the school suddenly
has and will instead pay the amount initially
agreed upon, regardless of what I said and
regardless of their actions, especially
because of the actions they took (or lack
thereof) and I for one am wholeheartedly
supporting her full force. She's right and
I know so, whether or not I said I was coming
back to school for the 2006 year or not does
not mean that the school can suddenly revoke
financial aid, especially after we made and
established initial payments. There's no need
for the school to rush payment either, and if
the school suddenly can't pay their bills
because we're not paying on time, that doesn't
mean that "we" as in me and the bookkeeper
can't pay the bill, the school can't pay the
bill and they need to find themselves a new
bookkeeper immediately. To have the nerve to
also state that they had to revoke my financial
aid and provide it to someone else and not
accept me because they were full yet STILL
accepted me WAY after school began in September
is some remarkable feat by far. For a school
that is full with no seats available for new
students to suddenly be able to pop a few
chairs for some new students is quite a feat.

I just can't type any more, I typed that non-
stop above and I'm going to go nuts, there's
probably so many errors, oh well. At least I
have a post in for today and don't have to
worry about one more thing. You guy will get
an update from me soon.

a settled new lyfe...

*the scene opens with multiple moving boxes
piled amongst each other against the far right wall,
secksy moving men modeled and chiseled just
like your everyday Chelsea man; half his muscles
must be silicone...*

*zoom into me, in blue paint-stained overalls, looking
around through the dust, making my way over to one
of the boxes:

Ahhhh... here it is.

Today's post is going to be about my Valentine's Day,
the day of the year where I was kicked out of school
for not having paid tuition and had traveled like a
lamented ho all through out NYC's downtown losing myself
several times whilest keeping balance on the ice (and
you know us NYers can keep it on the ice) and finding
past life experiences in certain areas (i.e. the Rawhide
bar wherest I wentst last year [or the year before] on
St. Patrick's Day with my Irish friends [found here at
Irish Queers {NYC}]).

To start the day off, I had to walk my late ass to school,
which I was then kicked out for not having paid tuition as
stated above, then I headed to the city to see some gay
action, which of course I saw alot of because I just know
where to head to. During my journey at seeing the gayness,
I ran across a deli selling roses and decided to purchase
one for mother dearest and make my way over to her
workplace, however, the address completely escaped me at
the moment and I made my way all over Chelsea; from
Madison Sq. Garden downtown way past FIT
(Fashion Institute of Technology) [basically from W. 34th
Street to W. 17th Street] and across the avenues [across 6th
Ave to 9th Ave] trying to look all pretty and what not.
Alongst my way, I was asking various people where LeFrak
(Building, since LeFrak City is apparently in Queens) and
getting no responses, largely because no place with that name
exists. Thankfully, god and this one cute guy was on my side;
he sent me to this Gay Card Shop known as Rainbows and Triangles.
They run an internet spot in the back (because I didn't have
my laptop and I couldn't find a hot spot without having to
head back to 'sNice). This is where god steps in, my debit card,
which has practically NO MONEY in the account, just had the
three dollars necessary for me to get the fifteen minutes I
required to search for mother's work location and terrorize her
with the lonely rose I purchased. Once making my way out of the
card shop, I make a beeline for mother's job, walking with the
grace and prowess of an outstanding NYer, all the while singing
my Imogen Heap songs all out of tune yet totally stunning and
breathtakingly. Once I got there, however, after about walking
5 miles, I walk into the place and I swear to god, I saw
Courtney Love in her future self before she cleaned up. The bitch
scared me, made me want to pee, and made me lose all the sense
and all the confidence a NYer could have. I only remember asking
twice what floor was the company when I was clearly in the office
(it's storefront/first floor). Thankfully I made my ass out of
the place in a swift jog/run and head straight for the Center.

Oh no folks, the story doesn't end there.
Skip ahead about 30 minutes and now I find myself in the Center.
I'm on the 3rd floor reading the usual gay mags (Next,
MetroSource NY) when this freak comes up to me and asks me about
my hands,
WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT ABOUT?
Of course, after having been freaked out by the freak herself, I
was in no shape to try and regain any form of composure and had
just let the guy have his way with my hands. Fortunately (to be
soon found out as not!), some other dude (with earrings/obvious
drag queen) made his way by and scared the first one off. I
thought I was lucky until this guy decided to hit on me. What the
hell? Why am I suddenly attracking all this eww guys. I caught
his name however (Ronnie) and I try to run away, successfully,
and make my way down to the 2nd floor with these teens
(who I have seen before at the Y.E.S. program) though they
OBVIOUSLY didn't remember me, bitches.

We skip ahead another hour *approximately 3 o'clock now*
and I decide to head over to the Y.E.S. building and see what
they're up to. This average looking butch lesbian (was she?)
asks me in the most nicest possible manner (a first from a les
in my case) if I ever took an intake and whether or not I
would like one. I take one, which I believed to be a survey to
later find out I was totally wrong. The best part was the person
who conducted the after interview of the application process,
this hawt guy by the name of Nate. He kept pronoucing my
name with a long a sound (?), as if he were british, but I
didn't mind, the guy was fine as hell.
*peeks at his ass a few more times*

The day wraps up with me heading home around 4 o'clock
and hitting the sack until my brother gets home. Which
leads up to now, 11:59 PM...
*submits post*

even the beginnings has its stumbles

*after about the third step, the room fades into a dismal black*

*trip, stumble, fall, slam, nosebleed*
bitch...


*room glows abright white and all is at first hazy*
*cumming into focus: the Fazzalari's comfy abode*

NOOOOOOOO!
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HOLY FUCK, approximately 36 hours of being there
and I wanted to commit suicide. If it weren't for my brother
coming over (because I had his keys and he couldn't get
home), and for father calling to tell me to get home soon,
I've would've surely been dead.

And this would've been the shortest lived web-log.


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beginnings...

*a pretty little boy takes his first step into the room...*


who the f-ck am i kidding, i ain't pretty.
*looks around the room (imagine a big empty
loft down in SoHo over here in NYC)*

i'm so moving mah fat ass right in.