i am affecting

affecting @ 2006-05-23T23:09:00

2006-05-24T03:59:45Z

Here are some pictures from Graduation PCP 2006: The Apocalypse.

affecting @ 2006-03-28T15:08:00

2006-03-28T20:12:35Z

I often seek out my academic advisor whenever I need his signature. I usually tell him what's up and what I'm doing, why I need what I need and why I need it now. I think he likes me most of the time, but sometimes he thinks I'm "an embarrassment to the academic pursuit of intellect."
Today my academic advisor told me a little bit about my origins and my tenuous grasp on time. He says:

When I first met Cesar I thought he was an ethnic type, probably from some small country in South America, and had lived in Florida for a few years. In the years that I’ve known him I have formulated a hypothesis that Cesar is in fact from the planet Xenon sent here either to save the planet or to confuse the hell out of him. The thing about Cesar is that deadlines always sneak up on him. Every time, consistently, without fail, he will have a small panic attack when he realizes something is due. Don’t get me wrong, I like the consistency of his surprise. I like this about Cesar.

affecting @ 2006-02-23T02:41:00

2006-02-23T07:46:25Z

I miss these

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HnGmfr5vY64

http://www.youtube.com/?v=3gkjUg22mGM

affecting @ 2006-02-09T04:26:00

2006-02-09T09:24:38Z

hey internet friends & friends on the internet. My friends have been having parties. I've been taking pictures. There are a lot of pictures after the jump--about 100000 words' worth.

I originally wanted to make a post about the song I'm listening to. I've had it for about a week + I'm still not sure how I feel about it. I was going to write about Rihanna's previous incarnation as Beyoncé the Lesser + how this track sounds like the American pop industry's response to Rachel Stevens + Girls Aloud. I wrote something out a few times, and ended up deleting it. I meant to putz around on the internet for a few minutes before falling asleep. I just found something similar to what I almost wrote in here in an mp3 blog. I feel so relevant to culture these nights.

affecting @ 2006-01-29T16:20:00

2006-01-29T21:22:42Z

my roommate nikki had a wall
and

affecting @ 2006-01-28T21:12:00

2006-01-29T02:15:56Z

my friend jasmine had a wall
and

singles

pears

ahh! my face is so blurry in that one picture. i don't wanna die in seven days ;_;

affecting @ 2006-01-16T20:44:00

2006-01-17T02:13:01Z

This is my third year in college, meaning my third year in Sarasota. Until recently I've spent most of these three years on campus complaining about it, but last week I got a job at Starbucks in downtown Sarasota. My newfound employment affords me the opportunity of spending a few hours off campus making dollars. (q) And you know what I like most about working? (a) The fine ass people that lose their way and wander in sometimes.

Speaking of work and fine ass people, I've been thinking about Eamon a lot lately. Wiping counters + steaming milk are both amusing tasks when you wonder WWED. What would Eamon do upon seeing fine ass people? I think he would sing about it. My song has mostly one line, "you fiiiiiiiiineeeeeeeee-uh" which is repeated as much as the person is fine--I think that's what he would do. I sing silently while I'm being paid, but once I leave + I'm in the privacy of my car I sing aloud. Yesterday I was caught singing by a group of skateboarders as I slowed down for a red light. Shit! I thought I was dead, but then I remembered that skateboarding is stupid + nonthreatening.

Guys, I don't think the song I'm listening to is very techincally good but not in the sense of it being aesthetically outstanding; it's probably well-crafted, if that. It sounds like an indiedanceparty explosion or like it's filled with empty signifiers. Some might say that's redundant.

affecting @ 2006-01-09T05:23:00

2006-01-09T10:24:19Z

back2school

G202

I got back to school last week + have tried getting my Independent Study Project started, but have mostly done a lot of hanging out.

with Adam

with jordan

with Paolo

with Scott

3^rd court

with Ines

with Perri

with Dorothy

D106

This weekend we celebrated the birthday of Mia + my roommate Meghan. These are take1+ take2

They had a party

G307

palm court

tropical thai

We took Meghan out to dinner tonight for her birthday.

jolly's

affecting @ 2005-12-27T03:09:00

2005-12-27T08:10:22Z

I went to a bonfire tonight. After I came home from the bonfire I shed the layers + debated whether or not I should cook some rice and beans. I heard a loud sound outside my window, so I thought someone was trying to break in my car/house. I opened the window and a loudass blast went off at which point I flipped my shit and had a bunch of thoughts

"oh god, i'm gonna die"
"ugh what is this? ughhh"
"holy shit! he's inside the house!"
"FOREIGN INVASION!"

My sister woke up, went downstairs and deactivated our house alarm. When the alarmpeople called, she told them that her brother had opened the window because he didn't know they couldn't be opened when the alarm was activated.
What I've learned from all this is that I am mortal, that my alarm sounds like warning siren, that I'm the villain, and that I am the foreign invasion. I am still hungry, but it's too late to cook. I am going to have some Baked! Crunchy Cheetohs. Have you had those? They are amazing!

i went to a bonfire tonight

+ saw a bunch of people i love

(including the homeless)

(and this)

they all just sort of showed up

i guess it's one of the few things to do in this town other than going to starbucks

(i went to two different starbucks in less than an hour right before this :[ )

we kept each other warm in the cold night

see?

I just remembered the last time I scared myself. I was driving on the highway going somewhere between 70 and 80 miles an hour when I heard someone knocking on my car (seriously, like "knock, knock, knock") + I almost swerved to my death. The only thing I could think off that would knock on a car going that fast was that one monster in a Simpsons episode

It was so horrifying. I was probably listening to The Gossip's new album Standing In The Way Of Control which I think is amazing + have been listening to incessantly for the last few weeks.

affecting @ 2005-12-20T12:34:00

2005-12-20T18:16:36Z

Judging a book by its cover is probably not the way to get smart. Similarly, judging a song by its title is not the way to get sattisfaction. I develop obsessions that come and go quickly and usually I just think about them and do nothing (See tattoos, dropping out, internet crushes). Just now one of these obsessions translated into action + I took the plunge. Let me tell you about it.

I sometimes decide I like songs without knowing anything about them. Like that My Humps song, which I liked both before and after I heard it. Yesterday, I think, I decided I loved the song Pon de Replay and I actually had some internal dialogue--where the voice of my conscience/mind/whatever was Janeane Garofalo-- "How could you not love this song? This is what you are all about!" and I actually sought it out and listened to it. I'm heartbroken now. It's so shitty! Why!

i miss you friends and i also miss you roommates

affecting @ 2005-12-04T16:23:00

2005-12-04T21:23:28Z

affecting @ 2005-12-03T18:35:00

2005-12-03T23:37:30Z

I had a nice birthday party last night.
This is a picture post. The pictures in this post chronicle my day.

affecting @ 2005-11-30T01:54:00

2005-11-30T06:55:27Z

I have to start and finish two papers tonight, but I'm not panicking yet, so I don't feel any motivation to get started. I hope I can stay awake long enough to transition into P-mode (panic paper production). I thought I'd come here and ask you how you're all doing. how are you doing? Seriously, in one or two words, how are you doing? Is life going okay, great, mediocre? please please please tell me. I want to hear all about it.

My life is going okay. I've had a stomach ache all day, and I think it has something to do with something that happened to me last night. I woke up this morning with chocolate all over my hands, between my fingers, and encrusted under my fingernails. I'm pretty sure I sleep-ate last night, since there was a jar of Nutella next to my bed the brown stains on my hand tasted like hazelnut. I have a couple problems with this incident. First, I think I should be able to control my eating habits, and not allow them to control me. I almost feel like a criminal pleading temporary insanity. Second, my stomach hurts. What the fuck? How do I wake up in these situations?

I went home for the holiday and it was okay. I didn't do much other than hang out. I take a lot of pictures of David while he sleeps. I'm not really sure why I do this, but I've noticed it's something I do often.

I don't have class on Tuesdays; I earn the ducats instead. I use time spent in the office to listen to listen to whole albums, as I'm often too impatient to sit through an entire album. I look forward to Tuesday as the only day of the week when I can do this.

I was a really good student in high school. I am not sure that after three years at New College I've adapted to the pass/fail + narrative evaluation system. My confidence in what I'll be able to do when I get out of here wavers sometimes. Today at work I saw a report that listed the number of graduates the schools they've attended after graduation. My school, New College, is not old. We've had something like 3500 students leave with a diploma. The numbers above add up to something like 1000. Six of those schools = the law schools I want to go to. This information gives me more confidence about my future + my chances post-New College.

My roommates have a lot of work too, so we've been spending time looking at the causal encounters section of craigslist in LA.

Pussy Licking for India-Pakistan Peace and Harmony - 33

Reply to: pers-114659971@craigslist.org
Date: 2005-11-29, 7:54PM PST

I'm an Indian Hindu guy and I want to eat the pussy of a Pakistani Muslim woman. Let's carry the scent of India-Pakistan (or Hindu-Muslim) unity in our lips and tounges and spread the fragrance of love.

If you are not Pakistani, plase be Muslim, and if not even that, then please at least hate India and/or Hindus. The best sex comes when two persons who hate each other decide to settle the score in bed. Let the nectar flow.

Give peace a chance. Give your puss(y) a chance!

Make Love, No War!

* this is in or around Los Angeles
* no -- it's NOT ok to contact this poster with services or other commercial interests

MAN with GHOST BUSTING SEMEN seeks possessed WOMAN - m4w - 30

Reply to: pers-114674125@craigslist.org
Date: 2005-11-29, 9:11PM PST

Are you possessed by the devil? Are you secretly thirsting for blood? Does your nightly ritual included sacrafising bats and small black kittens to the demons of the underworld?

Maybe I can help.

My cock is filled with holy cum. Blessed by several priests, my balls now create a semen that can kill the devils inside you. Father O'Malloy told me that my cock was a gift from God and I should use it to do his will. He said "Go slayeth the demons with your man seed, young boy. Go layeth with the wenches and clense their souls."

Through injection or injestion my fluids will kill any evil spirits that have invaded your unholy parts.

Does the devil want you to eat chocolate?
Maybe after swallowing some super god semen, you will crave no evil.

Does your ass spew gas?
Maybe after letting some of my wicked killing spray unleash inside your colon, your Satan will no longer breath fire out your rectom.

Does your vagina bleed every month?
Maybe the devil will take away the curse that has plagued women for thousands of years.

Trust me, I'm a doctor.

* this is in or around Hollywood
* no -- it's NOT ok to contact this poster with services or other commercial interests

Look, all these people will be celebrating their birthdays in the coming week.

We're turning 21, 21, 20 and 18 respectively. I am having a party for all of us this Friday at 930PM in my room, Goldstein 307. I'm not sure I'm comfortable with the idea of having a birthday party as such, especially since all our birthdays are on different days, so we'll have a fake mustache party.
What you do is show up wearing a mustache that is not real.
I would love it if you came, guys.

love love love,
cesar

affecting @ 2005-11-24T14:04:00

2005-11-24T19:23:37Z

TO THE GUY IN THE PICK UP TRUCK BEHIND ME BETWEEN I-75 MILE MARKERS 98 AND 96,

Hey, you probably don't know me by name, but you definitely know my work (you might have your own name for me, e.g., That Asshole Who Pissed On My Car Sometime Around 11:30 Last Night). See, I really had to go--a consequence of the espresso drink I had consumed earlier--but I was driving by myself + I'm really scared of Nowhere, Fl, especially being brown and queer + I didn't want to stop. So I pulled down my pants + went a full venti. I didn't want that much piss just hanging out in my cup holder, so I dumped it out. I'm really, really sorry about your car, sir.

Sincerely,
Cesar

I was listening to a song called No. 1 while this was happening.

affecting @ 2005-11-14T04:28:00

2005-11-14T09:31:17Z

Manners and Communication

Colombians (like most South Americans) are much less direct than North Americans and Northern Europeans. Reading between the lines is a must when talking to Colombians, as they tend to be the type of people that go out of their way to avoid offending someone. Among close friends and family, however, the opposite is true, and can become shockingly direct when confidence is developed. Colombians use less mannerisms than most Latin Americans, and they tend to stand at a greater conversational distance than their Latin neighbors, which creates the false impression among other Hispanics that Colombians are cold, snobbish, or unfriendly. They aren't really like that at all.

affecting @ 2005-10-29T14:44:00

2005-10-29T18:55:02Z

weekends and weekends

2005-09-19T16:05:09Z

dear affecting reader,
Since I finished my paper with time to spare, a full three hours to spare, I decided to treat myself to a livejournal entry. Sarasota has been really good lately, but I am not any less homesick/people sick than I was upon arrival. I'm lucky if I can get more than three hours of sleep per night, as my workload and insomnia contrive to fight my sanity by attrition. It's fine because I couldn't think of better people with whom to share this, though that could be a symptom of the crazy.

This was the first night at the District hosted by The Transit Authority. It was fun. I was too intoxicated to function at one point. I thought I was having a stroke :/

Mary E Hill, 21, the true furry dance rebel--party + friends

Alex D.'s birthday party downtown. It was a classy affair.

affecting @ 2005-09-11T01:22:00

2005-09-11T06:43:27Z

transit authority

2005-09-09T22:02:30Z

affecting @ 2005-09-08T02:13:00

2005-09-08T06:29:55Z

goldstein ~~307~~

!!!!!!

affecting @ 2005-08-14T03:23:00

2005-08-14T07:44:02Z

I moved into my new room on Wednesday.

It's the last room on the highest floor.

I really like my roommates. I really hate moving. It's exhausting, and I never learned how to pack.

My gay friend Rufus told me recently something I did not know. Them raptors in Jurassic Park that spit acid are fictitious. I am posting this picture full-size so that he can see that they do exist. They come from Lakeland.

This was the first wall of the year. In the picture on the left you can see a David dancing with an Untitled. On the right you can see Rufus and his European friend.

These are a couple of the first years I was looking forward to seeing slash some of the handful I remember. Today was the first day of orientation and a bunch of people (and parents) walked up to me and told me that they remembered me/knew me/heard about me. That was stress.

So yeah, back to why I was looking forward to coming back. You see, what's happening in this picture is Calder Yates proving something I knew to be true in re to how classy he is.

I saw this while walking back to my room last night. I thought, "grool!"

affecting @ 2005-07-18T04:31:00

2005-07-18T08:45:03Z

After reading 400 pages of the new Harry Potter book I decided I needed a break and suddenly remembered my debit card had been declined earlier. I blame all my problems on food, and I thought that since I'd been eating less, I'd been spending fake money, but this isn't true! What the fuck? Fuck you $16 (but please don't go anywhere please because I secretly need you ;_;).

So guys, I'm looking for sexwork or to be your nonpaying date, but it should be okay cos I don't eat real food, but I can be really good and love you tender and stuff.
♥

affecting @ 2005-06-28T00:58:00

2005-06-28T05:04:16Z

With my last little guest goes my mobility. After a screw-up on the part of the folks over at Jiffy Lube, I sit here looking to pay something close to $350, and not a mile gained (or a mile closer to you) until I pay up. I am writing to you from the ranks of the carless and motionless. The first of my faculties to accompany my mobility on this hiatus is my peace of mind--no that's not right, more like the ability to get through a day without a bad headache. I mean, I guess it hasn't been that long, but today, my first day without a car and a ride, finds me putting pressure on my temples in an attempt to transfer the pain from the inside of my head to the outside. Maybe this isn't related to being stuck at all. Actually, this is more likely to be connected to the evacuation of all fluids following a latté and a veritable tub of soda. And Rize.

Alright. Since I'm stuck and done making a medium-sized deal about it on the internet, I'm gonna get to the point. I've been sucking at friendship lately, and I plan to use this time to make up for it. I need to be contacting the following people__
D. Powell Burke
Alex Disclafani
Elsie Morales
Caroly Pedersen
Mary Whelan
Caitlin J. Young
Marina Williams
and of course you?

If any of you are bored and looking to watch a movie, I recommend this movie right here. It's easily one of my top favorite movies, if not the capital Top itself. Or if you are looking to take a roadtrip somewhere, know that I'd receive yall with arms wide open, with more love and less Creed.

affecting @ 2005-06-21T01:28:00

2005-06-21T06:06:42Z

I dislike introductions. Not like the sentence preceding this one, more like the ones I'm a helpless (reluctant) part of. I hate them because I can't help but wonder what's being said in the 10-30 seconds briefing session preceding the introduction.

hey, that's cesar. we used to date, but he was a douche. we're friends now more or less. we're friends enough to say hi at least, so come with me for a second. ps--what's wrong with his face/jeans/hair/face/life/face?

I don't introduce people unless there's no other choice. I've had cute little visitors lately and I've probably introduced them to three people tops. Why would I put people I like through an excruciating experience?
It's been really great having out-of-town friends around. A lot of my friends down here are busy or having honeymoons with friends or lovers, so they don't have a lot of time to spare. They're charming, adorable, and always wanting to dance. I'll be sad when the last one of them is gone because I won't be going out to clubs anymore. I could go by myself, but that would be both boring and brutal (see: see and be scene / br00tal \m/).

I am living with three of the boogers pictured above next year. Tomorrow I will have dated another of those for one (1) year.

My grandmother is coming later this week and I am looking to make some weekend road trips.

affecting @ 2005-06-16T02:17:00

2005-06-16T06:25:32Z

sergio/kristyn/i went to see regina spektor today. some band named keane was headlining, but we had no idea who they were and lacked any desire to stay longer than necessary. someone somewhere told me they sounded like an even more boring version of coldplay, and i couldn't begin to imagine what that was like. the dooshes around us were out of control, though. i was about to stab a ho. booing that poor girl and chanting "keane"--for shame.
regardless, i want you to turn your attention to the picture. i was surprised to see that i was the tallest person in the arrangement since it's not something to which i'm accustumed. i am glad i am getting this practice early, though, because next year i am going to be living with lilliputian folks. aka i'm the big roommate. i will tower over these folk and look down upon them from heights (un)charted while they look up my nose.