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January 5, 2008 by SanChonino
Ugh. I haven't gotten my visa yet, because of stupid complications with the school and the Christmas holiday. It's got me seriously stressed out - I can't sleep, I can't eat, I feel sick to my stomach all the time, and my quality of life isn't that great right now, consequently. And I'm going to feel this way until I get the visa, because everything is riding on that damned thing. If I don't have it, I'm screwed. I'll lose my scholarships, because I won't be going to school this semest...
December 12, 2007 by SanChonino
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November 29, 2007 by SanChonino
Just non-thinking (posting without reading, editing, etc. first), since it's almost more fun that way - ---- A god (small "g") who would automatically damn his children without any hope of redemption is an asshole. (Thus the small "g".) A God who truly loves his children would provide a way for EVERY. SINGLE. ONE of them to come back to him. Whether they do or not is up to them, but it doesn't change the fact that the opportunity is there for everyone. Thoughts to the contrary ...
October 13, 2007 by SanChonino
No hay ninguna cosa, ninguna razón que me hace no querer ir a España. Había una cosa, pero ya esto se acabó. Hace mucho, me enamoré de mi mejor amiga, pero nunca le dije nada, como el estúpido que soy. Pero tengo buenas razones por las cuales no dije nada - siempre tenía novio ella, de hecho ¿qué pude decir? Mantengo - absolutamente nada. Ella tuvo tiempos buenos con él, y tiempos malos. Y estuve allá como amigo siempre, pase lo que pase. Salió ella en una misión para la iglesia, y...
October 12, 2007 by SanChonino
Friday and that. Sitting at work, listening to the incomparable voice of Maria Christensen, thinking about the homework that's due this weekend that I have yet to start. I'm gonna play my guitar when I get home. I'm actually going to eat lunch today; I'm thinking an Arby's sub is in my future. Friday and that. I want a seven-string guitar. I want a mandolin. But I have to save my money for Spain. So . . . no new instruments. (Besides, I have eight stringed things. You'...
September 13, 2007 by SanChonino
Ya que estoy en la escuela otra vez, no he tenido tiempo de pensar sobre nada. Así es la vida, por supuesta, pero no quiere decir que me gusta esta situación . . . Pero, tengo algunas noticias que quiero compartir con vosotros. A todos los que dicen que el bachillerato en español no sirve de nada: Largaos. Id al diablo, y jodeos. Y NO ME IMPORTAN UN PITO. A todos los que tratan de forzar su supuesta “cristianismo” en los demás: Callaos. Quitad la madera de vuestro fregado ojo a...
July 30, 2007 by SanChonino
Back from Hawai'i. What a miserable thing, coming back to civilization after more than a week of pleasurable playtime, a whole nine days of not having to think about work, the looming school semester . . . ANYTHING AT ALL. A week to enjoy a totally new and unexplored (for me at least) place, a tropical paradise filled with green valleys, majestic mountains, painfully clear blue waters, and plenty to see, hear, eat, try, and experience. And now we present . . . the drudgery. Welcome ...
July 15, 2007 by SanChonino
(This is going to sound like an unfriendly rant if you don't read the article here first. And yeah, it's not going to be very friendly, but oh well.) So my little sister just walked in, and I told her, "Hey! I've just been branded non-Christian and been told to have fun in Hell!" She looked at me, eyes wide and incredulous, and said, "Umm . . . why?" I answered, "Because I didn't find it offensive that they opened the senate with a prayer by a Hindu cleric the other day!" Her ...
July 11, 2007 by SanChonino
So I'm sitting here at work, and my phone buzzes, "Message for you, sir!" (Yeah, it's from Monty Python and the Holy Grail, when the guy gets shot in the chest with the arrow.) I pick it up. It's from this girl. A girl that's, sure, my friend, but it's not like I see her (or that I want to see her) as anything else. She's nice, but I'm just not into her like that. I like girls a little more . . . erudite? . . . than that. But so it says, "I'm free!" I answer, "From what?" "...
June 20, 2007 by SanChonino
People are loud. They persist in yelling, talking at the top of their lungs, and shouting into screens and at each other. And on stupid cell phones. Sometimes I just want to throw my cellphone in the garbage disposal and enjoy watching it get eaten by the spinning metal blades. -- Doctor Who for the win. Especially the new Series Two. David Tennant is my favorite Doctor ever. Hard to believe that anyone would ever take Tom Baker's place as the coolest Doc ever. But hey – the (gee...
June 15, 2007 by SanChonino
What's with all these crappy drivers? Here I am, driving for my job, and you have to be all slow. Come on, guys, I'm on a schedule – if you're not passing, get out of the “passing lane”. That's what the stupid left lane is, people – for passing. Shut up and move. -- All work and no play makes Jack an asshole. -- Green Carnation is the exact band I needed right now. It's great metal, and it rocks plenty hard. But it's not as morose, melancholic, and solitary as the doom metal...
June 9, 2007 by SanChonino
e·piph·a·ny [i-pif-uh-nee] –noun, plural -nies. 1. a Christian festival, observed on January 6, commemorating the manifestation of Christ to the gentiles in the persons of the Magi; Twelfth-day. 2. an appearance or manifestation, esp. of a deity. 3. a sudden, intuitive perception of or insight into the reality or essential meaning of something, usually initiated by some simple, homely, or commonplace occurrence or experience. 4. a literary work or section of a work presenting, u...
June 8, 2007 by SanChonino
Confuscious (how the hell do you spell that name anyway?) say: You show your true face to the people who really matter. Or so my fortune cookie at lunch declared to me. I began to think to myself, I show my true face to the people who really matter? Who do show my true face to? No one. So I guess no one matters. Pessimistic. Yeah, I know. (Which is a new shade for me. Usually I'm lucky Mr. Optimism, but lately . . . I blame the science. Or the dodecahedron.) But I ...
June 8, 2007 by SanChonino
Hi. I'm a saint. Specifically, the Saint of Women's Underwear. But I'm also Sausage Man. I'm a saint, and I hate "people". Persons I love, persons I adore, persons I can deal with and relate to. People, however, I hate. People suck. The group mindhive is more a bane than a boon, no matter how many people jump on the bandwagon. I'm all for the strategic bombing of the bandwagon. I love my country but I hate the stupid things that are done or defended in the name of ...
June 4, 2007 by SanChonino
I SAY WE SHOULD GIVE AMNESTY TO ALL ILLEGAL ALIENS. Oh, you meant illegal immigrants . I thought you were talking about extra-terrestrials. Because, man, technically - they're illegal. It's not like they petitioned for the opportunity to visit the planet from the World Government. (Oh, yeah. That fight's already going on in another thread. I don't feel like getting involved. Remember - my favorite solution to solve mankind's problems is to just kill us all and let the cockroaches t...