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| Wednesday, November 3rd, 2004 | | 1:32 am |
| | Thursday, October 7th, 2004 | | 1:22 am |
TAvery is Back...
Yes, Im making a return to the livejournal scene. Oscar and I have decided a lot of you are whiney pussies. Its ok, don't get all uptight, that would just prove us right. If you are in fact NOT a whiney pussy, you might be deemed worthy to be part of it. Oscar posted this, and now I am too. Welcome kings and queens. the first rule of this community is ADVERTISE. The more assholes the merrier. If we choose you to be a noble, make sure you post this on your journal: the lj kings  and the second no drama. be an asshole. no lj controversies. lets seperate the lj world from real life. no "youve got a glass jaw better watch your ass" shit. - TAvery | | Sunday, October 3rd, 2004 | | 1:04 pm |
The Fins Will Win Today
You heard it here first. The dolphins are going to win, and by the end of today, everyone will know who L. Henry is. - TAvery | | Friday, September 17th, 2004 | | 1:19 am |
My Hair
My Hair... Is Gone. Where did it go? - TAvery | | Monday, September 13th, 2004 | | 11:58 pm |
| | Thursday, August 19th, 2004 | | 10:11 am |
Remember that time...
That my dad left, and suddenly im in a hall. on the 15th floor with 900 strangers, 3000 miles from home? Oh God this whole college thing is quite the change. Anyone going to be in the Tempe/Phoenix Area? Please? Someone? - TAvery Current Mood:  weird | | Saturday, July 24th, 2004 | | 5:32 pm |
Guess Whoes Goin to ATL Soon!?! Ooooh Yes! - TA Current Mood:  excited | | Saturday, July 10th, 2004 | | 9:32 pm |
I was in a writing mood today.
The source of our problems The demand for closure Sometimes we want to Sometimes we have to But we are set on it No one can avoid saying it “Good Bye” What if there was no “Good Bye”? Would we be happier? Would we be sadder? Would we miss Good Bye? Good bye gives us closure But deep down, we don’t want that We want a sequel Without goodbye There would be no chapters in books Or periods on sentences Current Mood: Writing Mood | | 5:53 pm |
The Kids
On the tired shores of the Magic City The Youth Gathers again, night after night They look for excuses Excuses to drink Excuses to smoke Excuses to gamble Excuses to act out. This youth is run by excuses Slave to the demands for explanations A reason why. Some waste their best years Searching for excuses to justifty their actions They look to others, to find themselves. -TAvery Current Mood:  lonely | | Saturday, June 19th, 2004 | | 5:01 pm |
FINE I'll Update.
Oscar "The Greatest" DeArmas has left us for the summer. That leaves a huge gap in ones nightly livejournal reading activities, and a huge hole in my heart, like that time they canceled Alf, the greatest show in history. We can be happy to know one day oscar will return from Portugal, Spain, Mexico, and Etheopia. I dont know if hes actually going to any of those places, but im pretty sure thats where hes going. Anyway, Oscar said my journal was a "must read" or something like that so its time to step it up a notch and actually update. So heres, TAvery's news roundup. To balance everything out, I am giving one piece of bad news for every piece of good news i give! Good News: I leave to Atlanta in 20 hours to see my girlfriend. Bad News: Im flying Air Tran (They bought out Valuejet) Good News: They did not rename ValueJet the Everglades Express Bad News: I still might end up in the Everglades Good News: Usher lives in Atlanta Too! Bad News: Usher doesn't know me :( Good News: Im not cutting my hair untill Tibet is free! Bad News: The Chinese are dicks. (The ones in China, not the panda express ones, those guys are badass) Good News: Im done with high school! Bad News: I dont know what the hell im supposed to do now. Anyway, thats about enough for now. I love you all, TAvery P.S. I see Michelle in... 19 Hours 21 Minutes and 47 Seconds. Not that im counting or anything Current Mood: excited | | Wednesday, June 9th, 2004 | | 6:19 pm |
32 Feet of Pure Man
The last day of my high school carear was NOT spent in the dungeon that is Coral Gables Senior High, but on the warm sunny beaches of Miami Beach. Thanks to our Italian Comrade, Giorgio, Steven, Kyle and I were able to hit up the hot beach. Did we try to pick up girls? No! Did we get drunk and have a party? No! Did we build sand castles? No! So what did we do? We decided it would be far more fun to ruin everyones day at the beach by building the worlds largest sand penis. Without further adeo. Adu? adeeo. Kyle says its AIEDU. I think hes wrong. Giorgio thinks its adieu. I just dont know. Anyway, without more delay...  We went big. Real big.   Under Construction...   We're not trying to compensate for anything so shut up.   For the kids!  Some more views  A view from the penthouse of Giorgios building   So Juniors, are you up to the challange of building a bigger sand penis? Or are you going to pussy out. - TAvery Current Mood: creative | | Tuesday, May 25th, 2004 | | 10:00 pm |
Phish is done.
I liked Phish, not as much as some, but they have good music. Now, the group has broken apart. Perhaps this is related to the vandals at school who killed our fish and crippeled our formerly active fish club. - TAvery Phish Breaks Up With New Album Approaching By NEKESA MUMBI MOODY NEW YORK (AP) - Phish, the Vermont-based jam band whose legions of dedicated fans made them one of the nation's top touring acts, announced Tuesday that they were breaking up. The surprise announcement came as the band prepared to release a new album, ``Undermind,'' on June 15 and embark on a summer tour, which will kick off June 17 at Coney Island in Brooklyn, a borough of New York City. Band leader Trey Anastasio made announcement on their Web site. ``Last Friday night, I got together with Mike, Page and Fish to talk openly about the strong feelings I've been having that Phish has run its course and that we should end it now while it's still on a high note,'' he wrote. The quartet will end their tour in Vermont. Current Mood: disappointed | | Friday, May 21st, 2004 | | 5:42 pm |
Im in Atlanta!
And Youre Not! I hope you all have fun at prom, and not too many of you goes to the hospital for alcohol related poisioning! I mean, no one likes having someone throw up on ur head, right Andrew? -TAvery this is the girlfriend. i like thomas a lot. you should too. She realy did just type that but none of you are going to believe me. -TAvery - Again! | | Sunday, May 16th, 2004 | | 9:43 pm |
The dangers of Nacho Cheese.
I have been a loyal heat fan since day 1. Day 1 of the playoffs that is, but still thats more loyal than you guys who jumped on the bandwagon since day 2 or later. Anyway, I have been to all the heat playoff games except game 1. Each game we go bigger than the last, bringing signs and our smiling faces, later on even bringing body/bingo paint to write LETS GO HEAT on our chests. Sadly, the heat did not do me the favor in return. I decided that Aarons Nachos looked quite appetizing. Aarons a good kid and rarely would he stear me wrong. Oh, he steered me wrong, like that guy on the titanic that drove the damn thing into an iceberg. At first, all was well, a nice smiling black girl sold them to me and she seemed quite friendly. They Nachos themselves were alright, but I just wasnt feeling them, so I gave the rest to my boy Steven, who throughouly enjoyed them. Night comes, the heat win, everyone goes home happy, all 13 of us packed into Shmalo's minivan. Im feelin fine, you know chillin with 2 people up in the front seat, no one knowing that 4 hours later, disaster would strike. I get home, fall asleap, and at 3:45 in the morning, the Nachos cheese struck back. I was puking my brains out. I swore I never would eat cheese again. I cursed the smiling black girl who I thought was my friend. I rued the day I ever listened to Aarons advice and let me tell you, I dont know the last time I rued a day was. The next day I had to write 3 essays for higher level history. I wasnt really in the mood to write anything. I wrote 3 of the worst essays I'd ever written, 1 on Canada in the 1960s, one on Castro that wasnt that bad, and one on the New Deal which was horrible. This is a cautionary tale. NEVER get NACHOS at the American Airlines Arena. P.S. Only Aaron and I got sick from them, Steven dipped in different cheese than I did, so only I was eating the bad tainted cheese. God that was gross. - TAvery | | Monday, May 3rd, 2004 | | 9:03 pm |
Jokes On You! Noboy Likes You!
May 4 - Safe Haven - Grade based on periodic sweeps of the room 4 checks = A; 3 = B, 2 = D, 1,2 = F Participation 50% 0-F This means War! Mmmmm... The joys of Ms. Fountains Class. Ok i have to go back to this. Periodic Sweeps of the room!? I wasnt even there for an hour today, what the hell kind of sweeps were these, were they random? Periodic? A set pattern? Did she follow the 7th Circle Rules of Engagement that American fighter pilots were forced to adhere to in Vietnam? She came once, and I was clearly on task. Maybe she has spy satilites and probe droids, like those sneaky villians in that movie, the empire strikes back. Maybe Ms. Fountain has special spider sences that can detect when troubled teens are off task. Or maybe giving grades for "studying" is the stupidist thing ever. In other news... I opened a hot checking/banking account with Bank of America or should I say Banco De La Habana Cuba. I go in with big papa Avery (my rockin dad) with the intention of getting me an account so I have money when I go to Arizona State. The first sign of trouble was the wait in the lobby (the whole thing was one big room so its not like a real cool banker lobby) was pretty long. Suddenly all the people waiting, got up and left, as if ushered out by God himself. I prayed breifly to God for this sudden good fortune when I realized that my prayers had gone out a bit too early. Indeed, Salvation was not at hand. In Fact, (Shout out to my boy humphrey) I had to wait with my dad for a good 10 minutes for the woman to look up from her game of solitare to read out my name on the sign in list (which was 1 name long, mine) and then tell the banker man that he had someone waiting. He too was in the midst of a heated game of Solitare, which he seemed rather disapointed to have to minimize. If you have ADD, thats ok! We all have ADD, but this guy had the most raging ADD i had ever seen. There was a TV above the tellers playing the history channel, and as he was filling out the papers online, he kept looking up at the TV and just stareing. He was transfixed by the special on a British victory in the hundred years war. Every 30 seconds, hed just look up, his eye cought by some flashy animation, and there he was, transported to the past by the magic of television. The gleem of joy in his eye as he relivied the magic of the renasance, and felt he too could be a bold, curageous knight. His heart left with joy at the sights of men on horses, and then just as suddenly, hed be looking back at his computer screan. I would have left but apparently Banco De America is the way to go at ASU. The clincher of the situation was the supervisor woman, whoes nametag read "Marta Perez, Habana Cuba" Not Havana, no Habana. Why is it that in Bank of America, it is necessary to put your Habana Cuba on it. Good for her, shes going places, shes like a banker, but somehow it just seemed to cap of the bank situation perfectly. Anyway, soon I'll be a man of means, with a hot checking/atm account and its all thanks to the lovely women of Habana. - TAvery P.S. Its one month today with my ATL Shawdy! Ow ow! Current Mood:  contemplative | | Sunday, April 25th, 2004 | | 9:16 am |
But, But What? We Don't Love Them Hos.
Today, April 25th 2004, I Thomas "I Win" Avery decided that the Biltmore was no longer for me, and so I resigned my position as hot golf course range guy. Sebastian, my boss wasn't exactly thrilled, but I'm sure they'll get along famously without me. I realized I hate golf, I have no interest in the sport at this point in my life, and the golf course is one of the strangest places on earth. You will find old rich white men creeping around in bushes in search of Golf balls to hit out into the driving range. What mystical force drives these men to search through mud, underbrush, and the 7th circle of hell to find really crappy golf balls which have been run over by a lawn-mower several times and are covered in filth exceeding that found in the 600 hall. I used to throw the crappy balls in the bushes, (your not supposed to put them in the machine because the people complain), untill I realized I was finding the same crappy balls over and over which I had thrown out. People were obviously sabatoging me by going into the bushes and fishing these balls out. Yes, working at the golf course drives you mad, you begin to notice the markings on individual balls, and are sad when you can't find out which you have grown attached too. Anyway, I realized I was losing the battle with the dreaded white balls (the range balls are yellow) so I came up with a foolproof plan, I started hitting them into the lake, figuring that no man of woman borne would ever see these balls again. For days I noticed the number of white balls creeping into the machine declining, and final victory seemed at hand, but alas one day I noticed a man, Polo shirt, Bannana Republic pants, all looking GQ, walking around the edge of the swamp/lake that makes the 9th hole such a bitch, picking up the balls which were in the shallow parts of the lake, and along the embankment. That was it. The golfers had won. He triumphantly walks back to the range and dumps this bag of balls infront of him. I had never seen brown golf balls before, but these balls were so encrusted in dirt that they were twice the normal size. It was like he was teeing off with small footballs. Now dozens of really lousy balls were sitting out there on the range, for me to have to fish out again. I probably should have said something to the man, but somehow it just seemed like he had outfoxed me, he deserved his ill-gotten balls. His nice dress shoes were all ruined, and knowing people like him, hed probably just buy a new pair, which makes you wonder why he didnt just pay the 4 bucks for a bucket of balls. Thats how the golf course works, you have men playing a sport that takes 7 hours, all pissed off cause they have to wait 4 minutes for me to unload balls into a machine. Anyway, I didn't have a good time working at the Biltmore. Oh and Nick schooled me in Smash for the most part (I hate Fox). But I totally whooped Georgio. Samus against Fox and Ness is pretty rough but I held my own. Anyway, this is for the Juniors, apparently Brandon and Co were afraid of Samus last night but thats ok, when you finally do get up the nerve, I'll be waiting for you. Yea, I can talk a good game, I know. -TAvery Current Mood: rejuvenated | | Tuesday, April 20th, 2004 | | 10:32 pm |
Ladies and Gentlemen. Tommorow is officially Pat Riley Hair Day. In honor of the heats victory tommorow night over the Hornets, all are encuraged to wear their hair like Pat Riley. He may not be their coach anymore... but that wont stop us!  The People Want It!
Hopefully this hair style will not catch on, as it really looks bad, but for Pat, I know im willing to take one for the team.
- TAvery
Current Mood: excited | | 8:35 pm |
I Win!
TAvery's livejournal will now be featuring pictures. So watch out, the future is here. Today! - TAvery | | Tuesday, April 13th, 2004 | | 9:48 pm |
Disaster at CGHS!
Is it bad that "Where the party at" with Jagged Edge and Nelly is one of my favorite songs? Anyway, this entry is to ponder where our school went wrong. My home away from home is at the lovely CGHS (Coral Gables High School) I was however watching one of the greatest movies of all time, Bring it On the other day, when I realized something. Our cheerleaders far more closely resemble the Krispy Kreme Girls than the hot cheerleaders of the Tauros featuring Kristen Dunst and Eliza Dusku. Why is this? What happaned? Our football team won the national championship back in the 1960s, do you think they did it with Rosie, Oprah, and Shamu cheering them on to victory? No! They did it with cheerleaders like those foxy ladies from Centennial High School in Hotlanta and the Sassy, Cool black girls who attend Clovers Senior High School in Bring it On. Now im not saying all of our cheerleaders are supersized, im just saying that having shirts and skirts cut down to your Kulo (Ass for yall gringos) is probably not a good policy for a bunch of females who on average do not need to reveal any more than absolutly necessary. I think however, there is a solution to all our woes! We can become the CGHS Eskimos! That way, our cheerleaders can sport Hot Parkas and Eskmimo Snow Blankets. This would be spirited and sensable, and you would only get to see their lovely faces and hear there chaming voices as they lead our team to victory! Horray for cheerleaders! - TAvery Current Mood: amused | | Sunday, April 11th, 2004 | | 5:42 pm |
TAvery Goes to the Movies!
Today folks, I present to you with the first of many movie reviews which i am going to do. (maybe, ill probably forget I made this promise and this will be the only one i ever do but whatever) Anyway, todays film is known the world over as "The Alamo". In my mind however, it will forever be known as a "Waste of 7 Dollars" Thank God for student discounts, this goes to show you never, ever drop out. The main problem with "THE ALAMO" is not The Alamo itself. Nor is it the zany Mexicans who are always trying to conquer land that is rightfully ours. The problem with the movie is the poor acting, cheasy special effects sometimes, then really high tech cool shots other times, but most of all, it is the poor translations that does the movie in. If you don't belive me, watch this peice of ass movie. One Mexcian fellow walks up to a Gringo fellow and says "Santiago!" the subtitles for some reason decide to translate this part, and write "James!" at the bottom of the screan. I was puzzled. James = Santiago? Why not just write Santiago? Maybe the Mexican could have called him James? Maybe James in Mexican IS Santiago, but that seems the least likely of all. This happans more than once during the course of the movie as well, and leads me to wonder who James actually is. The second problem is the poor acting and poor script writing. Charachters tend to just do what the guy with the coolest hat is doing and then go on to complain they don't have hats of their own. I didnt really follow this part of the movie so much, and its truly very unimportant. Finally, one charachter says "The Mexican Army would have to cover 300 miles in the dead of winter!" It then cuts to that very Mexican army, trudging through snow and ice, in the middle of a blizzard. Maybe the battle of the Alamo was fought in the middle of the second Ice Age. Maybe the earths climate is very different from today, but those poor mexicans had to face the treacherous Mexican winter. Maybe the INS finally got a hold of that weather machine the've been begging Bush for and decided to make it snow on all those sneaky Mexicans trying to get in. Whatever it is, there was a nice scence of Mexicans in full Mexican dress crawling over snow and ice, trying to make it to freedom. Anyway, I give the movie a C-, only due to the fact that Im a sucker for War Movies, and some of the fights were cool. Davy Crocket was also a badass except that he plays a gay little tune on his fiddle and has a few corney lines that make you want the mexicans to win. The only comedic relief is provided by the two token black guys, who are this movies version of R2-D2 and C3PO, the lovable homosexual partners in Star Wars. What happans to these two guys is not explained, but seeing the large African American (African Mexican?) guy in a festive mexican outfit was quite the sight to see. With that, i'll give you all a VIVA MEXICO! and see you all around - TAvery Current Mood: pleased |
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