::7.26.2003::

Probably better known as "why it sucks to be a 'nice guy'", or "top reasons why women are constantly dissapointed"...


http://maddox.xmission.com/26_things.html

>> Alan spun round and round on 7/26/2003 10:57:00 PM (0) comments

::7.12.2003::

[French]
Vos yeux sont quelque chose que je me suis développé pour aimer pour détester. La tentation se développe solidement en dedans, ainsi je dois faire un adieu final de tous ce que je me suis développé pour savoir. Je manquerai la plupart des ces promenades d'après-midi et ces promenades après chimie. Je manquerai la plupart par jours le poolside dépensé, et l'évasion agréable du cinéma. Je viendrai pour chercher un conte avec lequel pour lire sur mon voyage, et espérer que vous vous rappellerez les contes que je vous ai dits. Rappelez le pique-nique, et tombez en parc. Rappelez le temps où nous avons passé ensemble et mes ombres dans l'obscurité pour avec ceci je traverse les portes nacrées du ciel, pour conquérir au loin l'enfer.




[English]
Your eyes are something that I've grown to love to hate. The temptation grows steadily within, thus I must make a final farewell of all that I've grown to know. I'll miss most those afternoon outings and those walks after chemistry. I'll miss most the days spent poolside, and the pleasurable escape of the cinema. I'll come to seek a tale with which to read on my journey, and hope that you'll remember the tales that I've told you. Recall the picnic's, and fall in the park. Recall the time we spent together and my shadows in the dark for with this I pass through the pearly gates of heaven, off to conquer hell.

>> Alan spun round and round on 7/12/2003 12:38:00 AM (0) comments

::7.02.2003::

Damn the ironies of life, I just turned on the TV this morning and this was what was on...



Alyssa Jones: Why are we stopping?
Holden McNeil: Because I can't take this
Alyssa Jones: Can't take what?
Holden McNeil: I love you
Alyssa Jones: You love me?
Holden McNeil: I love you. And not, not in a friendly way, although I think we're great friends. And not in a misplaced affection, puppy-dog way, although I'm sure that's what you'll call it. I love you. Very, very simple, very truly. You are the epitome of everything I have ever looked for in another human being. And I know that you think of me as just a friend, and crossing that line is the furthest thing from an option you would ever consider. But I had to say it. I just, I can't take this anymore. I can't stand next to you without wanting to hold you. I can't, I can't look into your eyes without feeling that, that longing you only read about in trashy romance novels. I can't talk to you without wanting to express my love for everything you are. And I know this will probably queer our friendship - no pun intended - but I had to say it, because I've never felt this way before, and I don't care. I like who I am because of it. And if bringing this to light means we can't hang out anymore, then that hurts me. But God, I just, I couldn't allow another day to go by without just getting it out there, regardless of the outcome, which by the look on your face is to be the inevitable shoot-down. And, you know, I'll accept that. But I know...I know that some part of you is hesitating for a moment, and if there is a moment of hesitation, then that means you feel something too. All I ask, please, is that you just, you just not dismiss that - and try to dwell in it for just ten seconds. Alyssa, there isn't another soul on this fucking planet who has ever made me half the person I am when I'm with you, and I would risk this friendship for the chance to take it to the next plateau. Because it is there between you and me. You can't deny that. Even if, you know, even if we never talk again after tonight, please know that I'm forever changed because of who you are and what you've meant to me.


Holden, Chasing Amy

>> Alan spun round and round on 7/02/2003 04:29:00 PM (0) comments

::7.01.2003::

"It would add much to human happiness, if an art could be taught of forgetting all of which the remembrance is at once useless and afflictive ... that the mind might perform its functions without encumbrance, and the past might no longer encroach upon the present."

--Samuel Johnson

>> Alan spun round and round on 7/01/2003 09:20:00 AM (0) comments