The Diary of Davy G

I need my space

Tue, 02 Aug 2005 22:31:41 GMT

I've moved my blogging to myspace, so if anyone's interested, that's where I'm at.

Summer Lovin', and Lovin' Summer

Thu, 07 Jul 2005 03:31:20 GMT

Aight.
So this 4th of July Weekend me and mah boyz trecked past the Hamptons all the way to Amagansit. It was ill.
But before that me and th' Banditz spent the night boozin' and chillin.
Check it!

Aight, so mah main man Benjy Dubya is here, mad intent of wuppin sum coppa ass on th' GTA.

But one he won, the fun began.
Here's mah wingman Baby Huey lookin' mad pimp, mindju, ladies, he's ready, willin' and single.

STORY TIME!!!

Contemplating the inner-workings of Drunkness

Hapilly crunked

We ride together, we die together, Banditz fo life!

Aight, now the fun begins.
Here's me, sooo psyched fo this trip to Amagansit.

And Nick, also very ready.

The Dynamik Duo, ready fo action.

Now we're bored.

After a long train ride, there's nothin like chillin on the beach

Sum more chillin'

El Cubano, ready fo his Major League debute

Da Boyz of Summer

Tired, after a long day of swimming and mackin' it w/ da hunnies

Weeeeeee!

Victory, now I'm off to get crunked fo the 4th of July, no cameras were allowed.

So, that's it. The 4th was fun too, we just chilled in Central Park and, like I said, got crunk.
B-out, beyotches!
Luv ya

Vin Diesel invented drugs so everybody could experience his life in brief spurts.

Tue, 07 Jun 2005 03:14:42 GMT

Tiddley-Winks
Bink-Bonk
Bring in da Funk

Mocha loco Latté
I like your style
your mooves
groove and ooze
so smooth

Obladi Oblada
life goes on
sing this song
See-saw, borrow
Cuisenaire rob
sob sob, smile

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Congratulations, you just got high.

Hike up your skirt a little more, and show your world to me

Sat, 04 Jun 2005 02:34:43 GMT

Okay, I'm lazy and my brain is constipated so I can't say what I want to say.
So feel free to respond as if I actually said something profound/romantic/moving.
Or not.

No Mascara ...

Wed, 01 Jun 2005 00:15:24 GMT

I smile therefore I am.

Mmmmm...Long weekend...

Sun, 29 May 2005 20:48:14 GMT

So, So far, I've been playing frisbee for 3 days straight.
Friday I was done w/ school by 9 am, thanks to my triple free. I played frisbee in the courtyard for the last 2 ofd those periods.
Then Me and th' crew went to get lunch and play even more frisbee. Then we went to Josh's house to chill. Mad fun was had.

Then yesterday I met up w/ 3 o' mah homies and played more frisbee, we ran into 3 stuy kids and had a lil' game o' Ultimate going on. My team won.

Then today I went to the Whitney Museum con mis padres, saw a crazy/beautiful exzibit, and then met up w/ some more homies and played more frisbee.

Friday Highlights:

Mile's lookin' smug cuz he knows his picture is being taken

Oh no, who would be peverted enough to make a grab for poor, defensless old Alex like that?

Danny Landau Would!!

That's it.
I'm pooped.

Some doors are best left closed - with the steel bolts, police tape, and SLOMAN alarm left untouched

Tue, 24 May 2005 22:59:52 GMT

Under the sea
Where I can be all that I can be
Under the sea, oh under the sea
Lost in this great blue maze
thinking of the best days
under the sea
You love me
You love me

Hm...I had more, but then I blanked and totally forgot what I was writing.
But anyway, that's a song that I've been writing in my head.
Now I'm watching the simpsons.

Beyotch

Cwazy Bootyfull

Sat, 21 May 2005 16:59:10 GMT

There's something very unsettling about knowing that *almost* complete strangers are reading the crap that I write on this thing.
It almost makes me wanna cut back on the things that I say here.
I'd set it up to be a "friends only" journal, but there's only like 2 people on my friends list. And I'm too lazy to add more peeps to the list.

SO last night was the shiznit. I chilled uptown for afew hours, then I was planning on heading downtown to go to the battle of the bands,
but I realized that I was in no condition to leave my friend's house, so I hadda wait for a bit, and by the time I got down town the concert was over. 'Tis a shame. But I still had fun afterwards going to someone's roof and forgetting exactly what happend after that.

I got home, walked the dog, chilled with my doorman for a little while, and then went upstairs to chill to Dave Matthews Band (LIve at Folsom Field). It was insane.

I woke up this morning and my eyes were bloodshot, I hadda run out to Rite Aid half asleep to buy Visine.
Then my rents got home.
And now I'm avoiding doing work.

LIfe's good.

Ixnay noay hetay hirty-two-hundredtay

Fri, 20 May 2005 01:06:55 GMT

So I got a gold medal for running in the 4x800 relay. It was cool because I actually helped out by starting the race.
But then Warren, for God knows what reason, decided to put me in the 3200. That was bad.
I got lapped about half way through, and then lost track of how many laps I had run, and then the judges also got confused, so when I thought I was done, I had only actually run 7 laps out of the 8.
It was muy embarassing.

On the busride back me and some Singer's class peeps brainstormed some ideas for our Indian stories.
Eve came up with this good one about a jaguar, which I elabroated on enough to make it my own, but then we realized that jaguars don't live in north america.
Damn.

TOMORROW'S GOINA ROCK!!!
No parents for 24 hours.
Battle of the Bands at 7
maybe see a movie before hand.
Then I'm goina get wasted like it's 1976!
YEEEEEAAAH NIGGA!!

Who wouldn't want to fly?

Tue, 17 May 2005 23:25:00 GMT

I used to wish that I had x-ray vision. Then I wished that I had mind control powers.
Now all I want is to be able to fly.
I though of this as I jumped a fence today after track practice - my hang time was pretty good, and while I was in the air, almost weightless for a moment, I wished that it would never end.

If I could fly I'd soar across the ocean, skimming low, close to the water, and then flying straight up into the clouds.
If I could fly I'd fly to Africa and keep up with the Antelope as they dash across the plains.

Any way, it would be awsome.
I could also fly people around, if they trusted me enough not to drop them.

It would rock my world.

High on life - just the way I like it.

Tue, 17 May 2005 01:43:40 GMT

Everyday, Everyday with you
Every little thing you do the way you do
Little darlin' in your eyes
Got me all up and away
You get me high
- "The Notorious" DMB
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I was inspired by Clark to stop wasting this space with random drunk tangents. But that's all I know ow o write.
I don't want this LJ to turninto one of those sappy emo pages where I whine to myself about some girl that I can't get.
Nor do I want this to be a pretentious blog about the state of the government.
I just want to have a good time and do what I wanna do,
With out selling out in the process.
so I've decided that I'm going to fuck it.

To conform IS to sell out.

So I AM going to use this space as a shelter for my drunken drug induced tangents.
And I AM going to flood this space with my tears over a hunnie that I'm totally enfacturated by.
Beside, I waaaay to high on life to care right now.

PS. Is it just me, or were Eve's pants today giving off some VERY reckless vibes.
They blew my mind.

In a nutshell

Sat, 14 May 2005 17:49:37 GMT

I am an optimist trapped in a pessimist's body.
If there's one thing that I learned in english this year, it's that the worst thing a human being can become is a cynic.
And every day I grow more and more worried that I am becoming one.,
That's why I try my best to be happy, and I surround myself with happy, optimistic people, and happy music, but like I've said, I'm the unluckiest man in the world, and despite my efforts, nothing ever goes right for me.
But I try to hang in there.
I have absolutely no respect for people who commit suicide, they're cowards, and I also have a strong phobia of death, so that's not an option that I'd ever consider.
Which worries me, because I think: What the fuck is going to happen to me when I hit rock bottom?
Will I implode and just cease to exist?
Will I become some decaying junkie crawling through some back alley?
Or will I become some vegetable who just sits in a chair all day stairing out the window.
Sometimes I wish I had a magic mirror that would show me what my life will be like in 20 years, and can show me how life would be is I was never born, cuz those experiences are always cool.

Now I'm going to try and finish this damned Singer essay and have the best weekend possible, which shouldn't be so hard, seeing how I haven't been outside my house during the weekend in over a month.
I may go see a movie or I might even venture into a party.

Next friday my parent are going to be gone for the night, so I just goin'a git down a boogie.

Lying in my bed listening to DMB's "Lover Lay Down"...

Thu, 12 May 2005 23:58:07 GMT

I am a golden god.

Actually, make that a silver and bronze god.
Cuz those are what the 2 medals that I won today, in 2 team relays, are made of.

Also I had, overall, the greatest day of my life, even after the track meet.

Nothing can change my mood, not even Singer's essay.

I just so damn happy.
And not just because of my medals (which I shall be wearing to school tomorrow).

I love you.

"The time has come!" The Walrus said...

Tue, 10 May 2005 22:26:58 GMT

Okay, it's time I put my foot down.
I went off on a short 1 day trip fest of listening to Dark Side of the Moon, but I managed to recover.
I got home and put on DMB's Ants Marching, and then I remembered everything.

So now that I'm back to normal, I'm happy.
And I'm going to do something romantic and unexpected.

Na na na na hey Jude...

Sat, 07 May 2005 17:19:12 GMT

My proctor had to ask my to leave the room due to the amount of screaming that my SAT was doing because of the amount of rapage that I was inflicting upon it.

Now I need to do my triage.

B-out, Bras.

Name the movie: "Cunt! I am so sick of people taking their insecurities out on me"

Thu, 05 May 2005 02:03:09 GMT

Somebody throw me a lifeline, I'm drowning here.

Guess the movie: "All those moments will be lost in time, like tears in rain."

Tue, 03 May 2005 22:41:04 GMT

I'm really considering fucking spanish.
But not like having sexual intercourse w/ it, but rather not doing anyof the work for the final.
Because I am le tired. And I have neither the time, nor the patience, to do anywork for a pasé language class after I get home from track.
And I'm hungry.
And I really think I have ADD.

A real treat (for those of you who guessed the movie from my last entry)

Sun, 01 May 2005 02:24:38 GMT

Me looking quite Hunter S. Thompson-esque

I am Schmendrick the magician, last of the red hot swamis! (ill giv u a prize if u name the movie!)

Sun, 01 May 2005 01:50:54 GMT

I was having this discussion
In a taxi heading downtown
Rearranging my position
On this friend of mine who had
A little bit of a breakdown
I said breakdowns come
And breakdowns go
So what are you going to do about it
That's what I'd like to know
You don't feel you could love me
But I feel you could
- Paul Simon
(Note: I first wrote my own name as the quotee, but then I realized I hadn't actually said that, but then I thought, damn, this nigga paul says some deep shit, so deep that it's something that I myself would have thought, hence me thinking that I said it.)

Okay, so on to my story:
Yesterday was the most depressing day of my life due to this one event that happend to me an my chum miles after school. So we're on 15th street right off Union Square, miles decides that he wants a shishkabob, so we stop off at this kabob stand right outside the train station. Now this is a pretty shady looking kabob stand, the arab guy who runs it is working over time, meat is flying all over the place, sauces are splattering into the air, we can tell he's also pretty upset in general. Infront of us online is this youngish (mid 20's) semi-black dude in these dirty worn out clothes, w/ his fro tied up in sort of a bun. His face is COVERED in acne, and he's got some open sores on his face.
He sort of looks under the influence of something, and he asks miles if he could borrow some change to pay for his meal, Miles complies and gives the guy like 50 cents. We notice that the guy have something in his sleeve that he keeps inhaling from, at first I think it's just an ahtsma inhaler, but I then get a bigger look at it, and it's like this spray can that he keeps spraying into his mouth. The more he sprays, he higher he gets, After a hwile he's foced to lean against the wall, but he's slowly slipping lower and lower.
Meanwhile more people are ordering food, and the meats and sauces are flying all over the place, these out of work STD ridden skanks come over and start talkin jive "oooh, girl, mah heart be beatin fast, i gotta git me sumtin te eat!", some people are standing around just looking allaround shady, counting their money, eyeing the cops that are at the end of the street. The dude w/ the "inhaler" is starting to moan and talk to himself.
The skanks ordser their food, the arab guy randomly says "who wants something", everythjing is in chaos. The high guy says "me, me...I wanna...i wanna get something" and the skank says "boy, I don't know what you want, but I hope you get it cuz it looks like you need it".
It's like the whole fucking kabob stand has turned into one giant Sketch-Pot. I start to feel sick.
Finally the high guy's food is ready, he still doesn't have neough money, while inhaling on the spray can, he haggles with the arab, and finally gets his way. A second later Miles' food is ready. By this time I feel l ike grabbing a gun off one of the cops and shooting myself, i'm so sketched out.
We leave in a hurry.
I have never felt more violated in my entire life. It was like all the worst cases of people in new york gathered around that crappy kabob stand just to show me how I can end up in 10 years. I still wanna throw up whenever i think about it.
Damn, this city sucks. I can't wait to get my car.

Fri, 29 Apr 2005 22:12:45 GMT

If I can survive the next 2 weekends, then I am a god.

Alls well that ends well

Wed, 27 Apr 2005 01:18:30 GMT

Well, I had another track meet today.
I came in second to last again, but this time I was neck and neck with the guy that came in 3rd to last. Next time I'll beat him.
And then I'll beat the guy before him, and the guy before that guy, until I'm the fastest man in the world.

Thu, 21 Apr 2005 01:11:23 GMT

Did I mention that me an my homies are seeing Dave Matthews Band July 30th at Randall's Island?
Its going to rock my world.

Tue, 19 Apr 2005 23:34:58 GMT

*Real* men don't care if they come in last place in their track meets.

Question to ponder...

Thu, 14 Apr 2005 23:13:52 GMT

Wut th' fuck do I do when theres this devistatingly bodacious chick, an I'm thinkin' damn, i totally wanna bone that hunnie - but then I'm like, wtf did I just say that girls have cooties? Jesus christ I'm screwed. Some help here... I'm also under the influence of a 101 deg. fever.
I can't help thinking about Dave Matthew's "Ants marching" thats a tre gnarly tune, yo. I gotta change my additude, and I need some new material - conversational-wise
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Went shoppin this week end to pick up some new threads. Got a nice pink shirt. Smashing - (Danny, that's me calling out to you, kinda like calling out "jesus christ" and having him apear next to you - yeah that happend to me one night when i was mad wasted, but it turned out to just be this other wasted dude w/ a beard.)

Any-who, a lil' help here?

Fun?

Tue, 05 Apr 2005 23:29:52 GMT

Yo, I was mad bored, so I thought I'd take a look at my teeth:

What you just saw is the result of $10,000, ~4 years of braces (i had them twice), and a perfect dental record (not 1 single cavity). I think's it's safe to say that I have the best teeth in the world.

Started Track today, and it completely rejuvinated me. I'm quiting smoking, and I'm goina stop being so damn moody all the time - I think it had something to do w/ a chemical imbalance due to a lack of track and fresh air. W/ all this new outdoor time, I might actually get some sun. And I'm pullin' out the spring wardrobe.