donnie darko

Ronald Fisher: Beer and pussy. That's all I need.

Sean Smith: We gotta find ourselves a Smurfette.

Ronald Fisher: Smurfette?

Sean Smith: Yeah, not some tight-ass Middlesex chick, right? Like this cute little blonde that will get down and dirty with the guys. Like Smurfette does.

Donnie: Smurfette doesn't fuck.

Sean Smith: That's bullshit. Smurfette fucks all the other Smurfs. Why do you think Papa Smurf made her? Because all the other Smurfs were getting too horny.

Ronald Fisher: No, no, no, not Vanity. I heard he was a homosexual.

Sean Smith: Okay, then, you know what? She fucks them and Vanity watches. Okay?

Ronald Fisher: What about Papa Smurf? I mean, he must get in on all the action.

Sean Smith: Yeah, what he does, he films the gang-bang, and he beats off to the tape.

Donnie: [shouts] First of all, Papa Smurf didn't create Smurfette. Gargamel did. She was sent in as Gargamel's evil spy with the intention of destroying the Smurf village. But the overwhelming goodness of the Smurf way of life transformed her. And as for the whole gang-bang scenario, it just couldn't happen. Smurfs are asexual. They don't even have... reproductive organs under those little, white pants. It's just so illogical, you know, about being a Smurf. You know, what's the point of living... if you don't have a dick?

Ronald Fisher: [pause] Dammit, Donnie. Why you gotta get all smart on us?

this beautiful weather we're having puts me in the mood for...

a couple of summer classics:

"i been spending hundreds since they had small faces"

yellow suits?! FLY! lol

beans, "don't be a hard rock when you really are a gem"

"yea, i know you still dream about me"

NIGGA, PLEASE.

i dream of your penis. what? ...because i'm a girl i cant say that?!

janice bites her tongue for

NO ONE.

gone baby, gone baby. dont be long.

havent heard the whole album yet. limewire, youre a good for nothing piece of shit! if anyone has it: show me some love. the cover art is dope. its erykah badu. come on.

PAINTING MY ROSES RED like alice

diamonds reign across the sky

currently listening to:

thank you, farid. i never knew a love like that snow owl.

nike, i feel you. BUT....

BUT... i dont know...when hearing about these, the idea just seemed so dope: purple haze swoosh, a stash pocket, and a high skunk?! my imagination ran wild. i looked them up and i dunno these just fell short. everything except the stash pocket. thats hot. i'll never lose my keys again ;) but overall its not at all what i had in mind. i think its the fact i was expected to fall in love immediately, but you know me, you gotta work for the orgasm-like reaction. this is nothing new. i feel like i tasted this before. tastes kinda like the donatello mids (which are completely different in concept, but like i said, nike just seems to just be cooking and serving the same dish over and over again for dinner) and what resembles mold and mildew tastes pretty bad here. sb, youre slackin. just my opinion.

who still counts sheeps?

i cant sleep. lights are off. tv is off. ipod is off. phone is silent. and i got up out of what should be a deep slumber to post this. (blogger, i think im your official bitch) so, this is going to sound odd. but just felt like sharing. it tasted good to me. hope your taste buds agree. you know, the old "count sheep" till you fall asleep remedy? well, i dont count sheep. i just eat 'em. instead, i count train stops. and no, i dont eat those (lol well i suppose, i would if i could.) i start with the 1 line beginning with the 242nd stop and just count down. 242, 238, 231, 225, 215, 207, dyckman, 191, 181, 168, 157, 145, 137, 125, 116, 110, 103, 98, 86...and then i stop...i always argue in my head if there really is two stops in the 70s. i go back forth between yes and no and no and yes that i eventually fall asleep. even i find it oddly odd. i know theres two stops in the 70s. i know it for a fact, but every time i say it aloud i feel like im favoring the 70s by giving it twice as much emphasis than i do to all the other stops and in realizing this i convince myself there cant possibly be two stops in the 70s. i settle on 72 and continue: 72, 66, 59, 50, 42, 34, 28, 23, 18, 14 and then i pause for an even longer amount of time because who ever remembers anything before 14th street? all the names for those get even odder than this post. 8 out of 10 times, i'll be asleep before the stops with actual names begin. ahhh to be from nyc :)

::shruggs::

habicuelas, ya vayase a dormir, mijita que esta demasiado tarde.

Zzz

please, mom! all the cool kids have one!

WANT! WANT! WANT! like reeeeally bad. i never wanted anything so much (so thats a lie) and i promise i wont ask for anything else for a really long time (so thats another lie) lol but you get the picture...

supra vaider charcoal canvas

i have a hate/hate more type of relationship with supra. i dont know why. they seem to be the new thing in the streets nowadays. and im not gonna lie, ive seen several hot-ass colorways but for some reason, unknown to me, i just dont see them as a real sneaker brand much like the creative reaction phenomena much of high schoolers with money to spend became victim to. BUT i did a double take when i saw these on nicekicks.com this morning. theyre growing on me. i think its because they dont look supra-esk. they actually look brandless which is sometimes cool. the nike swoosh does it for me but hey i like to maintain a level mystery sometimes too. "i know im contradicting myself. look, i dont need that now"

if i can find these in my size, im devouring them!

-beans

terms & conditions

i apologize for the lack of posts (that no one actually reads) in the past week or so, but ive been overwhelmed by a busy schedule some call pure maddness. overall, had a productive week. started my AA project. it was yet another reassurance of how i want to do this for the rest of my life. awesome weekend. indulged myself without vomit/barf/puke/etc. realized i misplaced my passport. and no, in true janice fashion, it is not lost (yet, anyway) i just dont know where i put it. its the only form of ID i have right now so i kinda need it. gonna hit up the DMV for a new state ID on thursday. as well as look into what are the requirements for using the pool at john jay. ive been craving laps, lately. i love the water. i need it back in my life. still phoneless. got a new iphone but its in the process of getting locked. found out a friend's friend's little brother has cancer. damn you, cancer. DAMN YOU. its the one thing in life i can honestly say i hate with every inch of my existence: that life-stealing disease. i have 2 midterms tomorrow and another 2 on wednesday. long week to say the least. feeling super unfocused. just want to be done with today and jump straight into spring break. although, im a bit upset about spring break 2010. i promised myself id be in a beach somewhere on south beach or cali drinking a fruity drink with a little umbrella and a extra shot of escape. thats clearly not gonna happen and its not even the lack of funds. more like the lack of initiative to make it happen. my glasses were broken this morning! perpetrator shall remain nameless...coughtiocough...i have several back up pairs but these were my favorite. gonna call upon the crazy glue gods for a favor. got a pimple on my nostril. i never get pimples. gonna go take care of that bad boy in a few. blogger, im sure youre annoyed by my rants & rambles but you agreed to love me at the click of terms & conditions lol so here i am: LOVE ME MORE & MORE!

breath currently smells like: MacDonalds chipotle MacWraps. 5 of them to be exact.

currently looking foward to: tim burton exhibit at MOMA this saturday.

latest investment: a pair of airmax 95s. so comfy, i want to sleep in them.

midterm reviews, await.

hasta la proxima. paz con ustedes, hermanos.

-the coolest nigga, WHAT?!

Today, nobody cares
But tomorrow they will, they will
Today, nobody cares
But, oh, tomorrow they will, they will

They said my future was dark
You see me now?
Just look around
I’m beamin'

(We are) They used to talk
When I wasn’t around (Lasers)
You see me now (We’re not)
(Losers) I’m beamin’

I get my energy from my inner G
I be in outer space, but I got inner peace
So tell my enemies that they can’t injure me
I know that irritates, you have my sympathies
Well, you should protest, yeah, you should picket me
I’m on a losing strike, I’m on a winning streak
I’m out in left field, I’m speaking mentally
But that’s a better places than where the benches be
I’m feelin’ really good, me and different beat
Me and my different drummer, he play the timpanis
See, that’s what got me here, you hearin’ me
Me on my black man in the future shit, call me Billy Dee
See, I’m just forward-looking, that’s how I really see
See, while you Valentimes, I’m thinking Christmas trees
And that’s how this would be, even at Mickey D’s
Semicolon, close parentheses

Do you remember me, the guy from verse one?
Failure’s my last name, Never’s my first one
You see I hood a lot, and yeah I nerd some
Hood’s where the heart is, nerd’s where the words from
Don’t represent either, because I merged them
‘S kids who wanna leave, and I encourage them
Go out and see the world, never return from
Yeah, you don’t come back, unless you learn some
And baby girl, what does it matter where your purse from?
Your hurr done, your nails did, your ass fat, but you’re dumb
Mix Melyssa Ford with Maya Angelou
Become a top model and Sojourner too
I try to follow this, what Muhammad do
It’s such a old soul inside the sonic youth
Swear I’m Ferrari’d up, and I’m conscious, too
I don’t prophesize: I promise you

Yeah, it’s me again, the guy from verse two
Well, this the last one, it’s almost curfew
It’s almost night out, so turn your lights on
Where all my 760s, witcha brights on?
Yeah, they are the ones to keep your eyes on
Like how we used to do, to keep the house warm
Now those the type of eyes, I not cry from
You see the tears of fire run out my cryin’ songs
Now the world’s shoulders is what we cryin’ on
The world’s fast lane is what I’m drivin’ on
What am I driving at? I’m tryna drive it home
I’m in the driver’s seat, but you can ride along
‘Cause never cyclops, it’s never I alone
I’m tellin’ your story wherever I perform
Now if they lookin’ for me, tell ‘em I’ve gone
Out in the bright lights, right where I belong

currently discussing in my alchohol & the dysfunctional family class.....

there are 839 deaths nationwide directly due to that of illicit drugs and their use. cigarettes kill about 400,000 people every year. alcohol deaths are somewhere in the 75,000s every year, BUT somehow theres a 34 billion dollar campaign on the war on drugs?! a war that has been on going for over 40 years in which the price, quality and availability of drugs have increased. are you fuckin serious?! maybe i need to say this again: there are 839 deaths nationwide directly due to illicit drugs. oh you know, "the bad drugs": marijuana, cocaine, heroin, etc. maybe its just me, but 400,000 sounds like just a tad bit more than 839. just a tad bit more. (i hate how sarcasm doesnt translate well through writing. catch my drift?)

fellow bloggers, dont get me wrong, i, in no way whatsoever condone drug abuse. i am completely aware of the addictive nature of all drugs and have first hand seen their deathly consequences but someone, anyone clear this up for me because my mind is beyond boggled: why does society accept the use of cigarettes, the most addictive substance out there, yet there's such a huge, negative stigma against the users of the "unconventional" drugs just because theyre illegal? we havent discussed this in class yet and i havent looked up the exact stats either but i can just imagine the number of people with throat and lung cancer due to cigarette smoking. you all seen the subway ads. how about the millions of dollars made in profit or spent on cigarette advertisement and distribution? i'm not a believer of labels and all i wish to accomplish from this post is that you arent either. "illegal". WHO CARES? the devil's juice is legal and see what come from that. think about it. 50% of all assaults, rapes, homicides are ALCOHOL related not the illegal drugs. illicit drug related deaths combined are 30% LESS than the death-tolls for alcohol alone. think about it. judge not. practice compassion.

-allowing the numbers speak on my behalf

WHIP IT

i had netflix this movie over a week ago. it didnt arrive in the 2 days it usually takes. i reported it lost and finally received it on friday but due to the maddness, my weekend became, i was unable to lamp out and watch it until last night. it was awesome. i rate my movies how i rate my men. i either love 'em or hate 'em. no inbetweens, no 3 stars, no "ehhh" reactions. WHIP IT was awesome. it definitely gets 5 stars in my book. my love for ellen page, the actress is borderline idolization. she might just be arguably my favorite female actress. theres something so sincere about her and the characters she plays. something i truly identify with. i'll stop before this post becomes a sob story. check out WHIP IT if you havent already. 'girl power' at is finest. one more time: WHIP IT was awesome!

-beans

attention all cum enthusiasts!

i tell you, just when i think ive seen it all BAM! i'm pleasantly surprised by the beautiful, sex-enthused society we live in. this was called to my attention by my tio ;) and i was compelled to share it with the blogger community. a new book has been released, Natural Harvest- A Collection of Semen-Based Recipes. yes, you read correctly. semen-based recipes. it explores the culinary value of semen through beautiful photographs and delectable recipes. its the perfect gift for that special cook in your life. instead of cooking with love, lets cook with cum. i love semen as much as the next girl (and probably even more) food? good. semen? good. both together? great. barnes and noble, anyone?

im so with it.

lol