“Very emotional and artistic, enjoys being surrounded by beauty and art. Looking for a partner who always has an eye for beauty and who enjoys close, loving relationships.”
“Wishes for freedom and independence, free from limitations and restrictions except for the ones he choices to give himself.”
Open and emotionally involved in relationships and easily finds satisfaction through sexual activity.
“Current situation makes him feel unable to prove himself, but tries to make the best of things.”
“Seeking to broaden his horizons and believes his hopes and dreams are realistic. Worries he may not be able to do the things he wants and needs to escape to a peaceful, quiet environment in order to restore his confidence.”
Open and emotionally involved in relationships and easily finds satisfaction through sexual activity.
Is searching for a tight relationship with passion and physical fulfillment. Is focused and driven toward physical fitness and overall well-being.
Longs the freedom to make his own decisions and plans without the criticism and restrictions of others. Uses his charm to deal with others and get what he wants.
“I’m really glad I didn’t pee myself on that ride. It would’ve been really embarassing.”
“Did we actually drop on Tower of Terror? I think it was all simulated.”
Someone should write a book full of the types of conversations you’ll overhear at theme parks. Working and experiencing them on so many different occasions has definitely been an enlightening and entertaining accomplishment. I recently got my annual pass to Disney World, and I have to say, it’s probably one of the best investments I think I’ve ever made.
No matter how many times I go, it’s a completely different experience each time. Already I’ve made so many unforgettable memories within the boundaries of those resorts; whether it’s plummeting off the side of a mountain, or holding hands on sketchy Norwegian boat rides, or creating wildly unrealistic additions to the story of one, infamous pigeon princess.
I wait for inopportune parts of the attractions and adamantly exclaim that “I wanna get out.” I threaten my future children with promises of “Never… Coming… Back” should they dare shed a single tear (because there’s no crying at Disney. Ever). I approach irritable cast members and demand they give me their finest pins. I even almost had to show the dad from the Carousel of Progress what’s what.
For all of the joy I’ve had, I have to thank a small group of friends that bear my incessant pleas to go with me. It’s really brought a lot of light to some dark times.
You guys rock.
As for the rest of you… get on the ball. Oh, and if you get a Disney pass, tell me!
Yours Truly,
Mr. Funny Faces
Confusion? Yes. Seems like just when you get a grip on the world, it can turn completely upside down on you. Don’t ever think you can predict what’ll happen next - and if you do, don’t bank on it, because it can flip around on you like Kobe Bryant after too many margaritas. I won’t pretend my fleeting sense of humor is going to make this all okay, because it’s never been quite this complicated.
Everything happens for a reason - of that much, I’m sure. It’s just trying to make that reason apparent that really throws me off. What I thought was ironcast about traits like honesty and loyalty turns out to be very feeble and gray. Everything I thought I understood about social etiquette has been suddenly called up to question, and I find myself wavering on this line of… am I completely off-base? Or is this justifiable enough to be upset about?
All of the sudden, living in each moment makes my line of vision very narrow and misguided. Maybe I was wrong about everything. Maybe it’s looking forward that keeps us composed when we realize life will never be the same. Maybe I’ll never fully understand. Until then, I have to hold on to my values, and my sense of right and wrong, or else I may lose everything with it.
Here’s hoping I’m living in enough heartache for the rest of you to avoid it. Good luck.
Yours truly,
Mr. Funny Faces
Start my first day back as a wizard tomorrow 3pm-11:45pm
Fingers crossed for a good day!
Just when you think you have a grip on the world, you realize that the world has passed you by. I took a baby vacation to Sunrise this passed weekend, and you’d never imagine how unfamiliarly familiar it all felt. I looked at the suburban facades, swaying palm trees, and elderly drivers, and it was the home I’d always known it was, but this time it was like I was seeing it through different eyes.
Facebook was plastered the past week with photos of another celebrating gang of high school seniors who finished their very last day. Whoo! Great! Let’s throw our papers in the air, peel out of this place at a whopping 5 mph, and never come back! But that’s just it… you won’t ever get to come back…
I thought about it, and I remember how relieved I was to be done with high school, but now… I’d give a lot to go back for a day. To be able to wake up at 6 in the morning, yawn into a hot shower, and groggily battle my classmates on the road to school. To be able to walk into the library, see my friends’ smiling, overworked faces, and banter about stupid teachers and funny shenanigans.To be able to sit through one of Ms. Boyd’s Biology classes and snicker at the funny ways she said “Cellular Respiration” and “Oil.”
Despite the small, stupid moments that I hyped up to be worse than they actually were, High school was pretty incredible. I got to see tons of my friends everyday, and come home with loads of stories to share in crowded AIM chatrooms with them. I won’t get to be a high school kid ever again. It’s over and done with! Thinking about it in that respect leaves such an impression on me.
I realize those were four years of my life I can’t really relive (without being kinda creepy, or else stuck in a bad Zac Efron movie). Then it dawns on me - College will be a similar experience. There’s only a short period of time in life when you’re really a “college kid,” and we have to make the absolute most of that time as we can. No, you don’t want to end up passed out in a muddy ditch somewhere, but don’t stress each and every moment like you did in high school.
Overlook the stupid bad things, because a few years from now, what you’ll miss are the great memories you’re making now! I had a blast in high school, and I intend to make the most of these years in college - more so, I plan to pay more attention to those great times I’m getting ready to have. We have tons of years to sit around and be independent adults, stressing bills, working, and settling down - now is the time to do what we won’t be able to then. I won’t let these years slip by in the blink of an eye. They’re way too precious.
I urge you to consider making the same promise to yourself! Whether you’re in high school or college - enjoy each day as you travel through it!
I know I’ll be working hard to.
Yours Truly,
Mr. Funny Faces
I find it pretty incredible the way I can aspire to be something one day - and then something completely different the next. You’d think I was operating the brain of a second-grader, whose answer to “What do you want to be when you grow up?” would be a quick dig in the nostril and a shouted mixture of seemingly random careers.
Well friends, I too, want to be a “Space Ninja Monkey King,” if you will. It’s become very clear to me that I’ve somehow managed the ability to take on the thoughts and passions of those undecided sophomores whose time to choose is slowly running out. Seriously, I’m like a walking frickin’ job generator. Part of me finds relief in the small consistancy I have: wanting to help people directly - wanting to do hands-on work. The other part of me is still baffled by the striking interest I accumulate in such a variety of things!
I think I’m being punished. I think the high school gods decided I didn’t commit enough of myself to anything, and now they want to see me suffer. “Ha-hah! Figure out all of your interests now, monkey boy,” I can almost hear them saying. I’m having a small inkling that maybe studying law was a decision driven by a desire to be financially comfortable. I don’t know if it’d be good enough for me in terms of helping others. Money can’t be the deciding factor in my life. That’s just not in my nature. Yesterday the prospect of Nursing sounded very real and very interesting. But who the smurf knows?
On the wheel of Mr. Funny Faces, you never really know where you’re going to end up.
Have mercy, high school gods.
Yours Truly,
Mr. Funny Faces
“The good lawyer is not the man who has an eye to every side and angle of contingency, and qualifies all his qualifications, but who throws himself on your part so heartily, that he can get you out of a scrape.”
There’s something about being out of school for more than a week that makes me irrevocably ambitious. Or maybe it’s life inspiration that churns in my blood when I have too much time in my hands and the Wii’s been overly used. Most people who know me know I’ve had a difficult time deciding what profession I’ve wanted to commit to - in fact, commitment’s been pretty far from most of my suggestions. I was about as committed to my decisions as Amy Winehouse was to going to Rehab. Friends, I just kept turning around and saying, “they tried to make me pick a car-eer, but I sa-id Noo Noo No.”
Not too long ago I stumbled upon a profession my mother took on when she was still part of this world. Teaching! The idea remains as beautiful and vibrant and fun-filled as it’s ever been, but I can’t help but feel like there’s more I want to accomplish before I commit myself to the younger generations. It was during this winter break that I recalled another job that had always sounded appealing for one reason or another. I want to study the law!
Now I’m sure plenty of you are reading this, shaking your heads, shrugging it off and waiting for my next baseless announcement, but realize, friends… I’m serious. I’ve decided I want to be a Lawyer. And no, Legally Blonde was not the inspiring factor (I re-watched that after the fact, so there). I’m still commited to my education for educating, but I plan on incorporating some legal study classes along the way, for the sake of getting my taste before Law school. I’ve already started studying for the LSAT. I’ve incorporated two law electives to my four class schedule. I’ve got plans - big plans!
If you’re wondering why, just re-read that quote I posted on the top of this entry. “Throws himself on your part so heartily, that he can get you out of a scrape.” My passion has always been in helping people. There’s something magical about that feeling of putting thoughts of yourself aside to help someone in need. There’s something incredible about being counted on by friends and neighbors to know the law and how they’re affected by it.
“I want to save the world!”
Wish me luck!
Yours Truly,
Mr. Funny Faces
Road trips are ever so much fun, particularly when it seems like I’m one of the few, considerate drivers left in the world. No, consideration doesn’t imply being a pansy. I’m not a road-pansy… I do have my tendencies to get upset with the inconsiderate baboons they call “drivers”, showing them one particular finger, or mouthing as many obscenities as I can remember (in two languages, mind you). Or maybe I am a road-pansy… because once they’ve noticed me doing so, the chest-beating caveman inside me suddenly melts into a jumpy, epilectic kitten, and I shy away from much more confrontation.
Does anybody remember what the words “turning signal” mean? Honestly - if one more person cuts in front of me without at least having the smurfing decency to flash a bright light in my face announcing it, I’m going to… probably do nothing at all. I feel sorry for the passengers in the car… they’ll get my grade A bitching until the end of the ride, unless they open the door and throw themselves out beforehand.
On a much lighter note, I met my baby niece for the first time yesterday. It was definitely well worth the agonizing woe known as driving. Who knew a baby could be so little? She was more beautiful than any comically-constructed sentences could describe. She seems more adult than I do sometimes… the way she’d furrow her brow at you when you flashed a camera in her face. “Gabriella no-likey,” her expression would imply.
Being with my family again made me realize how I’ve always been, and how I always will be a part of it. Despite the tough obstacles we’ve faced apart, there’s something to be said about those moments we spend together, celebrating the mere fact that we’ve all made it through okay, and that we all still care about each other. I love you all.
My mom becomes more of a mystery every time I see them. Everything I thought I knew about her becomes tied into a larger, webbed ball of knots. I have more and more questions as I learn more and more. Seems like a win-lose situation, really… I guess you just have to hold on to those key, important characteristics and memories about the people you lose. The rest doesn’t matter as much. Most people get to know their parents as people and as friends as they grow up. I’m sorry I won’t ever get to see that in my own mother, but I’m thrilled to get to know that in my growingly incredible sister and her wonderful, supportive husband.
For those of you out there whose family’s are stable, or at the very least, in tact… be thankful. Don’t take a moment with them for granted - even if Uncle Larry’s passed out on the dinner table, or your new Aunt Jing-Su is a little difficult to understand. As cliche as it may sound, I’ve learned the hard way not to forget how there isn’t a single moment in your life that’s promised.
Yours Truly,
Mr. Funny Faces
Hope your Christmas is full of lovable antics like Timmy’s!
