brandon

Sun, 03 Aug 2008 23:15:43 GMT

Thu, 10 Jul 2008 04:44:09 GMT

what are the most gangster songs to get the party started?

Tue, 01 Jul 2008 04:22:30 GMT

mike b before the wedding.

and then me before the wedding.

these are all just going to be buddy pics.

but you can never have enough.

how sweet do they look?

something funny was said that sako probably hated.

single dudes. comment for a date.

thugz.

brokensidemirror.blogspot.com

life and happiness is possible

Mon, 23 Jun 2008 02:21:18 GMT

total mind blower!!!!!!!!!!!!

Thu, 22 May 2008 06:40:41 GMT

suuuuuuuuuuuuuuch a babe

Wed, 07 May 2008 02:21:35 GMT

Tue, 08 Apr 2008 02:28:06 GMT

Sat, 23 Feb 2008 02:33:05 GMT

by Raymond Carver

Mon, 11 Feb 2008 04:19:48 GMT

In the kitchen, he poured another drink and looked at the bedroom suite in his front yard. The mattress was stripped and the candy-striped sheets lay beside two pillows on the chiffonier. Except for that, things looked much the way they had in the bedroom—nightstand and reading lamp on his side of the bed, nightstand and reading lamp on her side.
His side, her side.
He considered this as he sipped the whiskey.
The chiffonier stood a few feet from the foot of the bed. He had emptied the drawers into cartons that morning, and the cartons were in the living room. A portable heater was next to the chiffonier. A rattan chair with a decorator pillow stood at the foot of the bed. The buffed aluminum kitchen set took up a part of the driveway. A yellow muslin cloth, much too large, a gift, covered the table and hung down over the sides. A potted fern was on the table, and a few feet away from this stood a sofa and chair and a floor lamp. The desk was pushed against the garage door. A few utensils were on the desk, along with a wall clock and two framed prints. There was also in the driveway a carton with cups, glasses, and plates, each object wrapped in newspaper. That morning he had cleared out the closets, and except for the three cartons in the living room, all the stuff was out of the home. He had run an extension cord on out there and everything was connected. Things worked, no different from how it was when they were inside.
Now and then a car slowed and people stared. But no one stopped.
It occurred to him that he wouldn't, either.

"It must be a yard sale," the girl said to the boy.
This girl and this boy were furnishing a little apartment.
"Let's see what they want for the bed," the girl said.
"And for the TV," the boy said.
The boy pulled into the driveway and stopped in front of the kitchen table.
They got out of the car and began to examine things, the girl touching the muslin cloth, the boy plugging in the blender and turning the dial to MINCE, the girl picking up a chafing dish, the boy turning on the television set and making little adjustments.
He sat down on the sofa to watch. He lit a cigarette, looked around, flipped the match into the grass.
The girl sat on the bed. She pushed off her shoes and lay back. She thought she could see a star.
"Come here, Jack. Try this bed. Bring one of those pillows," she said.
"How is it?" he said.
"Try it," she said.
He looked around. The house was dark.
"I feel funny," he said. "Better see if anybody's home."
She bounced on the bed.
"Try it first," she said.
He lay down on the bed and put the pillow under his head.
"How does it feel?" she said.
"It feels firm," he said.
She turned on her side and put her hand to his face.
"Kiss me," she said.
"Let's get up," he said.
"Kiss me," she said.
She closed her eyes. She held him.
He said, "I'll see if anybody's home."
But he just sat up and stayed where he was, making believe he was watching the television.
Lights came on in the houses up and down the street.
"Wouldn't it be funny if," the girl said and grinned and didn't finish.
The boy laughed, but for no good reason. For no good reason, he switched the reading lamp on.
The girl brushed away a mosquito, whereupon the boy stood up and tucked in his shirt.
"I'll see if anybody's home," he said. "I don't think anybody's home. But if anybody is, I'll see what things are going for."
"Whatever they ask, offer ten dollars less. It's always a good idea," she said. "And, besides, they must be desperate or something."
"It's a pretty good TV," the boy said.
"Ask them how much," the girl said.

The man came down the sidewalk with a sack from the market. He had sandwiches, beer, whiskey. He saw the car in the driveway and the girl on the bed. He saw the television set going and the boy on the porch.
"Hello," the man said to the girl. "You found the bed. That's good."
"Hello," the girl said, and got up. "I was just trying it out." She patted the bed. "It's a pretty good bed."
"It's a good bed," the man said, and put down the sack and took out the beer and the whiskey.
"We thought nobody was here," the boy said. "We're interested in the bed and maybe in the TV. Also maybe the desk. How much do you want for the bed?"
"I was thinking fifty dollars for the bed," the man said.
"Would you take forty?" the girl asked.
"I'll take forty," the man said.
He took a glass out of the carton. He took the newspaper off the glass. He broke the seal on the whiskey.
"How about the TV?" the boy said.
"Twenty-five."
"Would you take fifteen?" the girl said.
"Fifteen's okay. I could take fifteen," the man said.
The girl looked at the boy.
"You kids, you'll want a drink," the man said. "Glasses in that box. I'm going to sit down. I'm going to sit down on the sofa."
The man sat on the sofa, leaned back, and stared at the boy and the girl.

The boy found two glasses and poured whiskey.
"That's enough," the girl said. "I think I want water in mine."
She pulled out a chair and sat at the kitchen table.
"There's water in that spigot over there," the man said. "Turn on that spigot."
The boy came back with the watered whiskey. He cleared his throat and sat down at the kitchen table. He grinned. But he didn't drink anything from his glass.
The man gazed at the television. He finished his drink and started another. He reached to turn on the floor lamp. It was then that his cigarette dropped from his fingers and fell between the cushions.
The girl got up to help him find it.
"So what do you want?" the boy said to the girl.
The boy took out the checkbook and held it to his lips as if thinking.
"I want the desk," the girl said. "How much money is the desk?"
The man waved his hand at this preposterous question.
"Name a figure," he said.
He looked at them as they sat at the table. In the lamplight, there was something about their faces. It was nice or it was nasty. There was no telling.

"I'm going to turn off this TV and put on a record," the man said. "This record-player is going, too. Cheap. Make me an offer."
He poured more whiskey and opened a beer.
"Everything goes," said the man.
The girl held out her glass and the man poured.
"Thank you," she said. "You're very nice," she said.
"It goes to your head," the boy said. "I'm getting it in the head." He held up his glass and jiggled it.
The man finished his drink and poured another, and then he found the box with the records.
"Pick something," the man said to the girl, and he held the records out to her.
The boy was writing the check.
"Here," the girl said, picking something, picking anything, for she did not know the names on these labels. She got up from the table and sat down again. She did not want to sit still.
"I'm making it out to cash," the boy said.
"Sure," the man said.
They drank. They listened to the record. And then the man put on another.
Why don't you kids dance? he decided to say, and then he said it. "Why don't you dance?"
"I don't think so," the boy said.
"Go ahead," the man said. "It's my yard. You can dance if you want to."
Arms about each other, their bodies pressed together, the boy and the girl moved up and down the driveway. They were dancing. And when the record was over, they did it again, and when that one ended, the boy said. "I'm drunk."
The girl said, "You're not drunk."
"Well, I'm drunk," the boy said.
The man turned the record over and the boy said, "I am."
"Dance with me," the girl said to the boy and then to the man, and when the man stood up, she came to him with her arms wide open.

"Those people over there, they're watching," she said.
"It's okay," the man said. "It's my place," he said.
"Let them watch," the girl said.
"That's right," the man said. "They thought they'd seen everything over here. But they haven't seen this, have they?"
He felt her breath on his neck.
"I hope you like your bed," he said.
The girl closed and then opened her eyes. She pushed her face into the man's shoulder. She pulled the man closer.
"You must be desperate or something," she said.

Weeks later, she said: "The guy was about middle-aged. All his things right there in his yard. No lie. We got real pissed and danced. In the driveway. Oh, my God. Don't laugh. He played us these records. Look at this record-player. The old guy give it to us. and all these crappy records. Will you look at this shit?"
She kept talking. She told everyone. There was more to it, and she was trying to get it talked out. After a time, she quit trying.

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Sat, 20 Oct 2007 20:51:48 GMT

:)

Thu, 04 Oct 2007 20:29:43 GMT

moving has gone about as well as it could i guess. i was having second thoughts there but i'm glad i moved. i got into a minor fender bender last week which was lame. i am gonna buy a laptop soon woooooo come hang out at my place and watch soccer.

Sun, 30 Sep 2007 05:18:04 GMT

i want an ipod touch and mackbook pro!

Sun, 16 Sep 2007 21:00:33 GMT

and the best movie ever created

Sat, 08 Sep 2007 05:27:56 GMT

I am selling this if someone wants it...

http://orangecounty.craigslist.org/tag/416916957.html

I am also moving this weekend! I'm moving in with Joel and Maris in HB! Everyone is welcome to come chill whenever. I already have 3 small stories to write before Tuesday. :(

Thu, 30 Aug 2007 04:01:54 GMT

Sun, 12 Aug 2007 00:14:11 GMT

Sat, 28 Jul 2007 19:21:54 GMT

Thu, 01 Feb 2007 06:19:05 GMT

what's up with the stairs at CSULB? they're too small to take one step at a time and they're too big to skip a step. yesterday i was buying books and the girl who rang me up was sooooo damn cute. alexia <3 :) oh and don't take human sexuality with grabhorn, she's a super loud bitch. come on, a 40-45 minute oral presentation isn't going to prove i'm smart. or maybe i'm dumb right now and the only way to further grasp the subject that is human sexuality is to do this presentation and write many pointless research papers. she also said that she would "shock" us. i think i'm mature enough. the teachers also need to find some better way to waste time other then students going, "hi, my name is brandon and i'm an english major" or get to know your neighbor and then introduce them to the motha fuckin class. i have creative writing with stephen cooper who put together a book of my favorite author, john fante. there are some reaaaaaaaaal weirdos on that class. this goth girl keeps sitting in front of me and talks about how goes on writing binges and can write 30-40 pages in one night. i'm pretty nervous about that class because i've never really tried to write a short story, let alone to let my whole class read and judge it. hopefully i can come up with something good. another class i have is this human development class about adults and aging. the teacher says "tings" and not "things" and she also says stuff in question form then pauses for a few seconds and gives us the answer. i don't know it's weird and preeeeetty annoying. someone should tell her to stop. she should just state the question and answer in one sentence. even if she's not really asking a question she'll still say something then pause then begin again it's weird i can't explain it well enough. in my approach to english studies class this girl who sat in front of me nodded at everything the teacher said. she also complained that the great gatsby wasn't sophisticated enough for college students. like, who fucking cares? her hands were suuuuuuper small too it was creepy. whatev. goodnight i will probably complain in here a lot more since the semester is just beginning and maybe even post what i've written in my creative writing class. oh yeah, i'm still moving. probably within the next few weeks. i have the opportunity to move to downtown hb for 475, but even still that's a huge decision and since i can't work full time i think i'm just going to go live with my cousin in ladera ranch. it's really no big deal, just the drive is far. it's like the distance of mimi driving from alhambra to westminster everyday.

"the world as i see it" an essay by einstein

Sat, 23 Dec 2006 06:32:36 GMT

"How strange is the lot of us mortals! Each of us is here for a brief sojourn; for what purpose he knows not, though he sometimes thinks he senses it. But without deeper reflection one knows from daily life that one exists for other people -- first of all for those upon whose smiles and well-being our own happiness is wholly dependent, and then for the many, unknown to us, to whose destinies we are bound by the ties of sympathy. A hundred times every day I remind myself that my inner and outer life are based on the labors of other men, living and dead, and that I must exert myself in order to give in the same measure as I have received and am still receiving...

"I have never looked upon ease and happiness as ends in themselves -- this critical basis I call the ideal of a pigsty. The ideals that have lighted my way, and time after time have given me new courage to face life cheerfully, have been Kindness, Beauty, and Truth. Without the sense of kinship with men of like mind, without the occupation with the objective world, the eternally unattainable in the field of art and scientific endeavors, life would have seemed empty to me. The trite objects of human efforts -- possessions, outward success, luxury -- have always seemed to me contemptible.

"My passionate sense of social justice and social responsibility has always contrasted oddly with my pronounced lack of need for direct contact with other human beings and human communities. I am truly a 'lone traveler' and have never belonged to my country, my home, my friends, or even my immediate family, with my whole heart; in the face of all these ties, I have never lost a sense of distance and a need for solitude..."
"My political ideal is democracy. Let every man be respected as an individual and no man idolized. It is an irony of fate that I myself have been the recipient of excessive admiration and reverence from my fellow-beings, through no fault, and no merit, of my own. The cause of this may well be the desire, unattainable for many, to understand the few ideas to which I have with my feeble powers attained through ceaseless struggle. I am quite aware that for any organization to reach its goals, one man must do the thinking and directing and generally bear the responsibility. But the led must not be coerced, they must be able to choose their leader. In my opinion, an autocratic system of coercion soon degenerates; force attracts men of low morality... The really valuable thing in the pageant of human life seems to me not the political state, but the creative, sentient individual, the personality; it alone creates the noble and the sublime, while the herd as such remains dull in thought and dull in feeling.

"This topic brings me to that worst outcrop of herd life, the military system, which I abhor... This plague-spot of civilization ought to be abolished with all possible speed. Heroism on command, senseless violence, and all the loathsome nonsense that goes by the name of patriotism -- how passionately I hate them!

"The most beautiful experience we can have is the mysterious. It is the fundamental emotion that stands at the cradle of true art and true science. Whoever does not know it and can no longer wonder, no longer marvel, is as good as dead, and his eyes are dimmed. It was the experience of mystery -- even if mixed with fear -- that engendered religion. A knowledge of the existence of something we cannot penetrate, our perceptions of the profoundest reason and the most radiant beauty, which only in their most primitive forms are accessible to our minds: it is this knowledge and this emotion that constitute true religiosity. In this sense, and only this sense, I am a deeply religious man... I am satisfied with the mystery of life's eternity and with a knowledge, a sense, of the marvelous structure of existence -- as well as the humble attempt to understand even a tiny portion of the Reason that manifests itself in nature."

arguably the best goal so far

Wed, 20 Dec 2006 05:37:26 GMT

i wish i was this good.

Mon, 11 Dec 2006 18:54:05 GMT

science of sleep was dope.

Sat, 07 Oct 2006 03:33:20 GMT

YOSEMITE 2K6!

4:30 in the morning on our way to yosemite.

we arrived around 10:30. once you enter yosemite you think you're there but you're not. you have another 45 miles to go to the valley!

our campsite was right next to the merced river. it was pretty dang nice. here's a shot from the bridge, and there's a guy fly fishing!

there's some kid marching. what a geeeeeeeeek.

sako is into himself and wants me to take a bunch of pics for his portfolio.

these cookies are the best!!! yum

sweeeeeet mustache. the whole first day sako and i kept reciting tom green's observational humor skit. check it out. dressed in purple, dressed in purple...

sweeeeeet mustache.

the first day we didn't really do much. it was way hot so we just went to check out el capitan. it sucks there's only one way roads so to get there you have to go around and to get back to our campsite you have to go alllll the way around. laaaaame.

the trees were pretty nice.

more pix for my portfolio!

tourist shot.

j'habite de wet-min-stuh.

sako is wasted!

vivian is probably down under his sheets.

aw the light shone through the trees. this was saturday morning. oh yeah the night before a bear came but the calvary scared it away. "HEY BEAR! YAW GET OUTTA HERE!"

after breakfast we waited for phil and kyle to show up.

housekeeping camp. the whole time sako kept telling everyone he was staying at the hospitality something or other. then you'd correct him and he'd still do it. what a funny!

why hello phil and kyle. so glad to see you. how was the drive?

ohhhh MAN! phil brought a soccer ball and it was sooo tight.

the team that sako and i are on has a game this sunday at 1. it's in long beach at heartwell park. all hot babes come watch. ;)

phil headed the ball...

straight into this bush! ohhhhh phil. i oughta give him a noogie right now for that.

joga bonito.

silly bonito.

jumping skillzzzzz!

oopsie daisy! i caught phil changing.

yeah woo soccer!

phil sat at the edge forever wondering if he should jump in or not. he never did. what a huge wuss. nah just kidding he jumped in, phil never backs down from anything. mimi and vivian on the other hand...

kyle went skinny dipping.

and also played pass with a tree.

there weren't any hikes to do in the valley since all the damn water falls were dry so we headed towards toulume (sp?) meadows and hiked around there. this isn't it, but it's near there.

the weather on saturday ended up sucking so bad. it was overcast and windy. phil and kyle insisted on sleeping outside and it rained on them! ha! so they had to move inside. we told them so.

kyle built some rock tower for other hikers to see.

calvin klien 2k6 fall yosemite edition.

hawt!

our descent.

check that s out.

we sang campfire songs and had a grand time.

and then kyle ate fire ok the end.