urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:davids_rants davids_rants davids_rants 2006-11-18T18:25:37Z urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:davids_rants:6814 2006-11-18T18:25:37Z 2006-11-18T18:25:37Z Up till this day I have never seen a car crash or a pregnant man try to fight me. These two things happenned to me yesterday. I went out with a couple guys from the ballet to the yardhouse for some drinks. The night started off very tame but at 2 pitchers every ten minutes for two hours things got pretty interesting. The flames won their game against Detroit 4-1. A pretty pounding. And man I was wasted. For like the first time in 5 months. So we leave our thoroughly beer soaked table and bid adew to our thoroughly pissed waitress. On the way home my friend Matt, who's from Australia and also who's really wasted, decides to say "Hey Mate!" To a bum who was either pregnant or had like 4 t-shirts stuck down his shirt. The guy decides he doesn't like Matt very much. Matt just keeps saying "it's okay Mate!" over and over and the guy gets really pissed. So he pulls some kung fu shit on us. He throws his sunglasses at him. Wow. Matt catches them and gives them back. This doesn't help and the guy decides to slap my friend like their two sumo wrestlers in the ring. Then he pulls a roundhouse kick that wouldn't knock over a baby. Hilarious. We decide not to kick his ass and move along. <br /> Part two is me driving home. I wasn't sure about my fitness to drive cause I'm sure my alcohol level was above the limit but I had all my senses back and felt totally sober. I felt a bit stupid but my friend needed a ride and he lived far away. So I drive my friend home and then head home myself. In the distance, about 200m ahead of me, I see a car crash. A really bad one. Both fronts of the cars are totalled, every tire is flat, and there is glass everywhere. Total panic. People start running in from all over the place, pulling the drivers out. The driver of the truck couldn't walk and he was in total shock. He was walking back and forth and then he walked back to his car and looked inside and touched his steering wheel and then stumbled away. I couldn't see the other car but when I drove by later it was even more totalled than the other car. I couldn't see what happenned to the people in that car. I just sat there. I didn't even get out of my car I was kind of freaked out and didn't know what to do. I felt pretty powerless. There were already like 50 people over there and I dont have a cellphone and I don't know CPR or anything so I didn't think I had much to offer. Seeing that really made me realize how fucking dangerous cars can be. Drr. Anyway that was my day. urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:davids_rants:1276 2005-09-11T13:58:51Z 2005-09-11T13:59:37Z Just got off a thirteen hour train. AHhhhhhhhhhhh. Worst trip of my life. First of all I had no money as I spent it ALL to update my ticket. All I had was a pita and balogne sandwich lol... and yes it does taste SOO GOOd. Almost starved by the thirteenth hour though. Could've died I tell you. Anyways my trip was semi successful, I realized that I got more skills than I originally thought. I can totally cut it in New York. The guys I saw in "World famous schools" like SAB and ABt were not as skilled as I originally thought. In fact they are soo LAZY! some of the laziest most undisciplined dancers ive ever seen. Hope I dont turn into one if I go. That scares me the most out of anything. But yeah I found a postage stamp aprtment I can share with a girl that goes to Alvin Ailey school. I'd actually be sleeping 4 inches under a fire safety water line which could cut my head to shreds if I ever sat up too fast. Oi lol. Hopefully it works out though as I want to experience living out there on my own. Come on visa!!.... urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:davids_rants:848 2005-09-11T13:52:42Z 2005-09-11T13:52:42Z I went to my grandfathers memorial yesterday and it was soo weird. Not at all what I though my first "funeral" would be like. First of all no one cried, except for my mom and one of my relatives. So I didn't feel like a big asshole cause I didnt cry. Thank god. after we went back to my grandmothers and I got totally drunk off of beers/champagne. It was soo weird too while I was drunk I felt this weird sexual tension with one of my cousins... like she wanted to have sex with me or something. I was actually soo weirded out, but apparrently its legal to marry your cousin says her. Ugh. Worst memory that I want to forget of the night: My aunt being totally wasted and talking about anuses and diarreah. OMg. Ackwardest moment: My Aunt telling me shes 140 and shes going to die soon. shes actually 90 so im like "right o man, 140 thats intense. sucks" lol. Family reunions... man wish i had a camera. urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:davids_rants:729 2005-09-03T00:06:45Z 2005-09-03T00:06:45Z today was my final show for my 3 weeks at dance bermuda. I danced in two pieces... one from Coppellia with just the boys and one choreographed by Jessica Lang, I like to call it Poem. I told myself I wouldn't be nervous cause i wasn't really doing anything in this show but I ended up being reall'y nervous anyways. And it was rough... grandaddy died yesterday and I think I lewt it effect me a little bit. I couldn't be totally indifferent to it... i was sad. I didnt really feel like dancing in class and therefore sat out for the last part. I was so mad at myself... last impressions are so important. And someimtes you just want to yell out that the reason your sitting out is cause one of your family members died. But christ man you gotta be noble and shit and I hate it. I feel like vince Vaughn lol. <br /><br /> Catherine Zeta Jones watched our 2 o'clock performance. I saw her in person!1 she was actually not that hot and I was a little dissappointed but hey I got to be like 15 feet from her and I bet not many people can say that lol. They told us not to bother her for her autograph or nothing so i didnt get one which is sad but I can say that I saw her. <br /><br /> I hate goodbyes... sqaying goodbye to everyone is brutal and I am soo bad at it. I dont cry... I dont break down. I just say bye. can people really be that attached after knowing someone for three weeks? i think they're faking it lol. I just want to get home. <br /> Stupid love triangle shits. urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:davids_rants:438 2005-09-02T03:11:56Z 2005-09-02T03:11:56Z today my Grandfather died... And this will be my first entry, I dont know what has possessed me to open up a livejournal but I think the inspiration may be this: I am a pent up human being emotionally. I dont talk about how I'm feeling to people. I feel many things and ever since I was a kid I feel like I have never told them to people. Not just that I haven;t but that I couldn't. I've always thought that nobody cares... nobody wants to hear it, and people will just get annoyed the more they hear. They will just be like "David stfu we all have problems keep yours to yourself." I have always had this mentality and have just reqalized today, that this is unhealthy. I need to field things, I need to get things out there. Or I will explode. I have many feelings which I keep pent up. Feelings about girls. Feelings about my career. Feelings I have for people be it love or hate. I am always "indifferent" say my friends. "nice", "never says anything bad" etc. I always thought these were good labels but today I realized I cannot be in this world without hating. With being nice. With speaking white lies all of the time. And this will hamper my career and will probably destroy my life. I read an article in Esquire today about men who professionally hit on girls. I want that.. I want to be totally free to express my feelings and not care about the consequences. Especially the one called rejection. I want to bounce back, to live on knowing that I did it and I was brave in doing it and I will not regret not doing it. I want that. My Grandfather died today. I dont know what to feel, and not feeling sad makes me feel like a dick. I've always wondered what I would feel like when he died but I didn't think I would be in this situation (in Bermuda the day before a performance) and under these circumstances. I'm shocked. I've never had a relative die before and this being the first I feel like I have to document it. Keep it alive and remember where I was. What I was doing. How I felt and who I was with. I want a better memory. I feel like I have to be sad but I'm not, and I will not fake it. To not ask for sympathy is being noble. Sympathy is weak and causes people many troubles in life. I just need to get on with my life.