I'm trying out this new thing on my blackberry called "spotjots". this is my first post with this program. it automatically posts messages to whatever one of my social network websites. like this one, facebook, twitter, etc. I'm blogging from work by the way.
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I've been sitting at home watching old home movies for about an hour and a half. In this time, I've relived some moments that have almost brought me to tears. I don't know if they are tears because I am still very much a child on the inside, or tears because I feel so effing old. I've, in a way, seen my life flash before my eyes. My first kiss (which just so happened to be on my first birthday, haha!), a tour of my childhood home, my birth (not the actual delivery but the day of, I didn't even have a name yet), numerous birthday parties and embarrassing old footage. AND my first commercials! They are ridiculous! The most ridiculous thing of all though is that my dad was not the one taking the video. True, he was in parts of various videos, but he was never behind the camera and at times, he wasn't even there! The funny thing is that my Uncle Hellman was the one that recorded almost all of the videos. You hear him encouraging us, laughing with us, making jokes, etc. Aren't those the kinds of things that dads should do (for their own children?) So even though I'm almost positive that my Uncle Hellman will never read my blog, I'd like to just put this out there, thank you. Thank you for being there with us, apparently since the beginning.
As I continue watching these videos, my eyes keep welling up with tears. As its happening, I think to myself "why are you crying?!" And the only answer is, "I don't know". Why in the world would I cry about old home movies in which everything was fun and happy?! This just makes me feel more and more like I may be depressed and I don't know why. Also, people at work are now telling me almost daily that I look so tired. I'm not that tired!!!!! If my face shows it, I really don't mean it to. Although now its 1:32 on a Tuesday night and I'm tired. I'm going to sleep. I can't think anymore.
God is Love,
Rev Fraz
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I fear my boots have been ruined. I must wait 'til morn to uncover the truth behind my suspicions but the circumstances seem dreary. The day has been long and the rains seem to be everlasting. Endless rivers and lakes suddenly appear where laughing children and running animals once were. Is this the time of Noah? Nay. It is the monsoon season. Only once a year do the eternal showers visit our village. This may be the worst yet. Businesses closed due to bad weather. Vehicles abandoned on roadsides. Families run out of their houses just to escape the climbing waters. What shall we do? What shall we do? As of yet, our only option seems to be endurance. It is true what they say, only the strong survive. Whether it be rains (from Spain) that overtake our plains or gale-force winds that destroy our well-coiffed hair, I am staying strong. I laugh in the face of extreme weather. HA HA! I AM STRONG ENOUGH! I CAN DO IT! SILLY WEATHER, FLOODS ARE FOR KIDS! Now, about my boots. I really think they got ruined! I was walking out of the persian-party-of-the-hour when I stepped off the sidewalk and into a HUGE puddle of water (duh, of course it was water). I felt it slowly making its way inside my boots. My socks very quickly started to become sponges of that damned rain water. Ugh! Why can't we have proper drainage systems here in this darn city. Whatever, now I have a proper excuse to go shoe shopping. Woot!!!!
Cheese-and-Rice,
FF
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I should know better, I know but I had a lot of fun tonight!! I went to the eastside (cuz it was my turn) and Sara, Isela and I went to Whiskey Dicks. Its a country bar and the first song the played (which reminded me of Joey) was "Young" by Kenny Chesney. The three of us got our drinks, Isela and I double fisting of course, haha!, and we proceeded to find a place by the dance floor. We ran into Albert (the one that used to work with us) and Tom (also, the one who used to work with us) and Rick and Sal (who still work with us). It was a lot of fun maybe one too many shots were taken but I got home ok and thats all that matters. As we were sitting at a bar near the dance floor, I chose my "favorite couple", I nicknamed them the Rapunzels. They both had extremely long hair. The guy had his in a braided pony tail and the girl left hers flowing loosely. They were very strange to watch dancing together cuz they didn't seem to match very well. And later I saw them hitting all up on this chick and I was sure they were all gonna leave together and get into situations they were definitely not going to be proud of in the morning. Whatevs! Now I'm home and I am ready to sleep. I thought I was gonna shoot myself because of all that damned country music but after a few more shots and drinks, I completely forgot where I was. After the bar, we went to McDonalds and I got Double Cheeseburger(s). It (they) were good. I got home and my brothers friend Noelle is back in town, she was out in front of my house talking to me for a while. That's all. I'm going to sleep now.
Peace Out B's!!
FF
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So a few days ago, Karla asked me to make a cake for a party her office was having to celebrate the anniversary of the Americans with Disabilities Act. She asked me to put the logo (a person in a wheelchair, similar to the handicap sign, breaking free from chains) on it. She also asked me to write something on it. I assumed she said "Happy Birthday 88th" and I went to the website and thought I saw that it was the 25th anniversary. So I wrote the following on the cake: "Happy Birthday 88th!! 25 Years and Counting!" I was so excited because not only did the cake look nice but it was 1 am and I was excited to get into my bed. I sent an MMS of a picture of the finished cake to Karla and she calls within 2 minutes. "Does that say "Happy Birthday 88th!! 25 Years and Counting!"?" And I said "yes". She started to laugh (but attempted to hold it in so as not to make me feel like a dumbass ) and told me "its supposed to say "Happy Birthday ADA!! 18 Years and Counting!". I felt like a complete fool. How could I be such an idiot! Then again, Karla maybe should have written it down for me (*cough* hint hint) Luckily it was easy to fix but I felt so stupid! I even tried to explain to my brother when he said "shouldn't it say "Happy 88th Birthday"?, I said "no, its the 25th anniversary of the 88th amendment, its the Americans with Disabilities Act". I said that with such pride, thinking "I sound smart!" Its ok, you can laugh. I just did. Honestly, I don't even know how many amendments there are. I was making it up but when I said it, I totally thought I was right. Since I had never seen the actual writing request in actual writing (I had only heard it spoken) I COMPLETELY misintrepeted it. But come on, "88th" and "A.D.A" could totally sound the same over the phone. Right?!
Gooooobyyyyee,
FF
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The following is a conversation that took place in the early morning hours on Sunday, July 20th. It describes and details events that took place on Friday July 18 and Saturday July 20. This conversation was copied and pasted directly from Yahoo! Messenger to this blog for your reading pleasure. Please disregard the spelling errors as I was obviously slightly intoxicated. Enjoy!
Participants:
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farfarr09, cisilberry
Messages:
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farfarr09: My friends sara and shahrzad (sisters, semi-persian) are in town for shahrzads wedding party. She got married in october in virginia and her dad threw her a party here for all the people who couldn't go out there.
farfarr09: .........
farfarr09: The three of us used to be reealy good, really silly friends. I think it was with them that I began my interpretive dancing and general outgoing attitude so when they come into town, we go crazazay. $
farfarr09: Well tonight at the "wedding" we were drinking, all of our parents were there and they made us dance. You KNOW how I get when I dance. Picture that, times 10. I went NUTS! I pretty much performed for about 100 of my parents closest friends.
cisilberry: lmao...oh my god....ur such a nut!!!
farfarr09: I did bohemian rhapsody, don't stop believin, the carlton dance, etc, etc.
cisilberry: i pictured it all
cisilberry: lmao
farfarr09: Well whatever you pictured, add this.....
farfarr09: People gathered around, they pulled up chairs to watch me. I don't know if I was too drunk and was acting stupid or if I was doing something amazing. I am pretty sure it was amazing because my mom came up to me after with a huge smile on her face and gave me a big hug.
farfarr09: Oh I don't know if I mentioned...........it was a solo performance. SOLO! That's how buzzed I got.
cisilberry: ha! i love it! so she was proud of you acting like a fool?
farfarr09: I guess it was so much a fooooool as it was pure awesomeness.
farfarr09: :-)
cisilberry: i hate to break it to you, but that wasn
cisilberry: wasn't no buzz
farfarr09: Plus I haven't eaten since wednesday cuz of these dumb rubber band I got on my braces
farfarr09: So it went right through me.
cisilberry: =))
farfarr09: I think it was a really good buzz. I was drunk. Aryan and I took like 3 shots of tequila. Cuz when I started dancing, it was cuz all the persian ladies pulled us out there but then I did the carlton and it was solid gold soul train from then on.
cisilberry: OMG! i'm so sad i missed it! any evidence?
farfarr09: Oh no, I mean I wasn't drunk. Lol! I just read that!
farfarr09: Of course there's evidence!!!! I was singing into peoples cameras!
farfarr09: Lol!
cisilberry: ha you busted yourselft
farfarr09: Haha! But you should have seen shahrzad and I yesterday at erins. We sang "the greatest love of all" and "baby got back". People cheered and clapped for us DURING the performance. No one ever gets that kind of reaction. But I guess that's what happens when yous a badass!
farfarr09: Lol!
cisilberry: what????? yeah right that's what happens when everyone's drunk and their senses are impaired
farfarr09: Whatevs, don't be hatin!
farfarr09: So how is everything going over there and what made you think of that song?
cisilberry: oh, it's going good, my friend has that song, but it
cisilberry: it's in english and he wants to hear it in spanish
cisilberry: like it's that much different lol
farfarr09: They have it in espanol? Thas crasy!
cisilberry: you nut! you've heard it
cisilberry: it says sigame and arriba y abajo
farfarr09: I have? Prove it! (I sound like naomi)
farfarr09: Have you read the blog recently?
cisilberry: lol yeah, you do
cisilberry: no haven't the internet just came back up from like a week
cisilberry: it sucks :(
farfarr09: As long as I can communicate with you every once in a while, I'm happy. So even if I'm not on, send me a "hello, is it me your lookin for?!" every once in a while.
cisilberry: ok i will :D
cisilberry: well gotta go i'm meeting a buddy. for lunh. holla!
farfarr09: K bye!
cisilberry: bye
cisilberry has signed out.
FF
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Damnit!!!!! Damnit damnit damnit! I'm addicted! I can't stop eating. I really can't stop eating. I just went out for no more than 2 hours with Karla and Leslie and I couldn't effing stop myself from going to Taco Bell. I wasn't even hungry really I need therapy. Today, when I got home from work, I had a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. I had to try SO HARD to not eat a whole pack of oreos with peanut butter. Maybe I had just a couple of the.m [:-)] Then I had a plate of persian food with MUCH more rice than I really should have eaten. I need to stop eating so much! I love food but I feel like I may be getting to the point where I'm actually obsessed with food. When I see it, I have to eat it. If I don't, I get extremely quiet, grumpy, moody, etc. I turn into a little kid who didn't get the toy he wanted. I don't know what it is. Maybe since I have stopped shopping so much I need something to fill the void?! I don't know! What I do know is that its driving me crazy and I need to cut back. I know I can do it. I need help with it but I know I can. The day before yesterday, I ALMOST went to krispy kreme and I'm sure that if I would have gone, at least 8 donuts would have disappeared. I used this new thing called "will-power" and stopped myself from going there only to get a 3 Musketeers bar and totally hoover it down. Just the other day, I ate almost 3/4 of a bag of Veggie Stix (equivalent to a family size bag of Lay's) in about 45 minutes! Not only did I eat all that but I ate it while I was standing in front of the tv. Hey, stabding burns calories, right? If I don't stop myself, I don't know what might happen to me. I need to eat healthier. If I am going to eat so much, it might as well be something good, right?! Also, I ate an ENTIRE pack of Oreo's in one sitting, only because I was mindlessly eating. I didn't even realize how many I had eaten until I reached into the bowl and they were all gone! If anyone out there has suggestions for me to not be such an effing cow, please advise me. If you remember, a few posts back I spoke about a bet that we had going on in our office pertaining to weight loss. Well, let's just say I'll most likely have to kiss my $50 goodbye.
With a tear in my eye and a mexican pizza on my mind,
FF
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Call me Uncle Jesse. I love my hair. I love it even more when it is cut and styled properly. Right now, I HATE MY HAIR!!!! I like to find a good stylist and stick with that person. The guy that is cutting my hair now does a great job at cutting it (when I want to grow it out). But now that I wanted to shorten it (significantly) he left it too long! I hate it right now!! Its the exact same style I've had for the past year and a half just shorter. I wanted it to be something kinda messy but neat. Everyone knows I'm very much "clean-cut" with my style. I need hair that matches that. I have the feeling that I might go to someone else tomorrow and have them fix it. I seriously don't like it. At all! It looks like I had no idea what I was doing my hair this morning. Like "hi my name is farzad and I've worn a hat my whole life. Today is the first day I've gone sans hat and I had NO IDEA what I was doing with my hair this morning!" I don't know if you are catching my vibe right now but I really don't like my hair.
Snip,
FF
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About a lot of things. I am going to publish this blog in the style of a MySpace bulletin in which people say what they have always wanted to say to 15 different people but the names of these people are never mentioned so as not to offend anyone. I might not reach 15 because I'm not quite sure that I have that many actual friends. The interesting thing about this is that no one reeeeally knows who its about......but if you think its about you, it probably is. Or maybe not! Haha!
-you are a lucky, blessed and gifted person. You have plenty of people around you love you and care for you. When are you going to realize that THE WORLD DOES NOT REVOLVE AROUND YOU!!!! You need to remember that being someones friend doesn't only happen when its convenient for you. If there is a problem, talk it out! Be accpeting and willing to change. Always keep joy in your heart and look at the positive in life! I love you even when I hate you. Is that what they call a love/hate relationship?
-you have no end to your possibilities. Don't ever let anyone hold you back from what you want to do. You deserve the best in life and I've felt this way about you since the day we met in Mr. Blanco's history class. I don't know what it is about you but I always want you to be around. Missing out on years of friendship really bums me out but that's life. People come and go so remember to keep the good ones and every once in a while, weed out the bad ones. It will make you stronger. Even though you are also one of the strongest-willed people I have ever known.
- The year I spent with you and your establishment [and I say establishment so as not to reveal what or who I am talking about] was one of the funnest years of my life. I had a blast, I learned a lot and I am thankful to you for that but when someone is trying to help, realize it. I would never turn my nose up to anyone out of disrespect or conceit. I was raised to respect and that is what I do. I know, I'm a dumbass and when I do things that are disrespectful, its because I don't realize it. I always apologize and accept responsibility for what I've done. Even though I've told yall this before, I wish you all the best with whatever you embark upon on in the future.
- this one is a toughie. I miss you! Since that horrible tragic event happened in our senior year of h.s. I feel like we have developed a truly family-like bond. I can come to you whenever I need a shoulder to cry on or an ear to fill with endless rants and I know that you feel the same. I hope that you continue reading my blog while you are over there. And just know that when you come back, I am going to cook you the best damn chow you've ever had. It might even give you a tiny little food-gasm :-)
-You know that you are a fantastic, fun and fierce person. I just want to tell you that you shouldn't care so much about what people tell you. The only reason people ever really make fun of other people is because the just don't like themselves and they are pathetic posers. And they are just plain LAME!!!! Don't waste your time with idiots and assholes and find someone that deserves you as much as you deserve them.
- this one is for everyone. If you are my friend, you KNOW that I WILL do ANYTHING for you. That's what friends do. Anything for a friend. Anytime. Anywhere. No questions asked. That's a friend.
I think that's all. At least as far as I can think of right now. And by the way Karla and Leslie, I might have accindentally gotten reeeeaalllly buzzed!
Bzzzzzzz,
FF
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It has been a week since my last blog-fession. Let me tell you what's been going down! I FINALLY sold my car!!!!! Now the dilemma is deciding what car to get. My dad has his heart set on getting me a Toyota Scion xB. Well here is the story of the boy who cried wolf.........kinda sorta, but not really.
Once upon a time, there was a young Persexican boy named Darzad. He sold his horse needed to buy a new one. His father offered to supply the difference in the cost for a new horse as long as his son would look for a good, healthy horse that would not eat a lot of food (gas haha!). So young Darzad searched far and wide and suddenly it occurred to him, "why not get the horse I've always wanted, since my father will pay the difference". This seemed like a splendid idea and Darzad was upset that he did think of it sooner. So he coaxed his father in to going to the Horse-Yota dealership on the avenue of montaneth. They offered reasonable horses at reasonable prices. Even a horse that sustained life on water alone, something called a Hybrid Horse or a "Horse-Brid". But one horse in particular caught the eye of our young knight, the FJ Horser. It was a beauty to behold. The noble salesman, although he was friendly and helpful, would not keep his mouth shut about how much food the FJ Horser would consume on a regular basis. He also continued to suggest that such a horse would be much more expensive to insure using Ye Olde Geico insurance. Such a fair color, such solid hooves, an incomparable riding performance and the most comfortable saddle Darzad had ever seen! All these things were not enought to convince Darzad's father to purchase this horse for him. Instead, or shall I say "in-steed", Darzad's father had his eye set on the Pony xB. A very inexpensive horse of very good quality but no what Darzad was interested in. After a test ride or two, Darzad decided that he would settle for the Pony xB since his father was helping out so much with the horse. The Horse-Yota dealership did not have the color of Pony xB that Darzad wanted so they did not purchase it that day. Darzad was excited because he knew that this would give him the opportunity to have more time to convince his father on a different horse. The next day, when Darzad returned to his post at Altomar-eth, he told his friends the story of the salesman who spoke too much. Little did Darzad know that his friend knew the nephew of the sales manager at the Hore-Yota dealer. Within a matter of hours, they had informed the sales manager of the loud-mouthed salesman and it is quite possible that the salesman is now without a job. Darzad feels terrible about this and if you have any advice for me....I mean Darzad as to what to do to, please let Darzad know by commenting on this entry. So for the time being, Darzad is still without a horse. Hopefully by dusk on Saturday, he will be galloping into the sunset.......in an FJ Horser.
Goodbye for now and Godspeed my trusty readers,
FF
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