tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38095882011-08-10T05:52:46.894-07:00banks, antdon't trip.Anthonyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17520007252449435089noreply@blogger.comBlogger361100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3809588.post-1092337529823449312004-08-12T12:03:00.000-07:002004-08-12T12:27:16.386-07:00oh shit, new blog. just thought i'd change the layout and the colors. a little switch action. not really gonna write anything of importance quite yet. just gonna sit back and admire the new colors ...
Anthonyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17520007252449435089noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3809588.post-1073382419713908702004-01-06T01:46:00.000-08:002004-01-06T01:48:38.623-08:00marbury to the knicks ... you can't be serious.
knicks over the kings in 7 games in the NBA finals ...
and to those of you who have no idea what i'm talking about (i.e. who marbury is or what a "knick" is), don't sweat it. just know that i'm a happy man.Anthonyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17520007252449435089noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3809588.post-1072468028499050382003-12-26T11:47:00.000-08:002003-12-26T11:48:33.450-08:00yo killers. i'm done with college. how you like me now?
i think i should quit blogging, cause i never have anything to say. it's weird cause everyone here in jersey has been asking me what i'm gonna do now. i tell them i'm gonna look for a job. but seriously, i'm just gonna sit on my fucking lazy ass on my couch in ann arbor trying to persuade my roommates to take shots of jim beam on monday Anthonyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17520007252449435089noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3809588.post-1066293453085063242003-10-16T01:37:00.000-07:002003-10-16T01:40:20.186-07:00When I was younger, I had this ridiculously awesome atlas called Our World by National Geographic. It profiled every country in the world, as to national language, currency, capital, etc. In addition, it had these breathtaking color photographs next to each country of that country's people, or landscape, or skyline or whatever. I was glued to this atlas. Like you don't understand, it's like the Anthonyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17520007252449435089noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3809588.post-1063801007801611602003-09-17T05:16:00.000-07:002003-09-17T05:16:47.730-07:00What's really good kids? Ant back online finally (fingers crossed) ... we just got internet at my house and it's bullshit cause it keeps fading in and out every half hour. Wireless is so complicated -- I don't want to deal with all these technological advances; just wire me up old school and get me online. Anyways, before my ghetto internet pulls the plug on me, I'll just leave you with some Anthonyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17520007252449435089noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3809588.post-1061759632048744132003-08-24T14:13:00.000-07:002003-08-24T14:13:52.046-07:00I know I shouldn't, but I feel bad ...
for breaking my friend's jaw. On some stupid, drunken, masculinity-on-exhibition bullshit, I broke my friend's jaw. And even though I know I shouldn't feel bad, I can't be expected to just laugh it off ... even though my other boys think it's the funniest shit in the world. Anyway, the details:
My friends all concurred that they had NEVER, in their 10 or Anthonyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17520007252449435089noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3809588.post-1060652545993971822003-08-11T18:42:00.000-07:002003-08-11T18:44:16.943-07:00"Quit school ..."
Yesterday on my plane ride home from San Francisco, the girl sitting next to me decided that she was going to be my friend. It started with "I like your hat" (yo my FCUK hat is the shit and the ultimate lady catcher ... haha) and soon enough she was telling me to quit school and join her record label. Like, what? Yeah we'll get to it ...
I hate talking to people on planes. I Anthonyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17520007252449435089noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3809588.post-1059587722412518722003-07-30T10:55:00.000-07:002003-07-30T10:55:50.790-07:00Wait ... Vegas? In like 12 hours? BET. "Dealers guard your chips, Ladies guard your hips, Bartenders, I'ma drink til it's hard to sip ..."
No, that's not Nas. That's me on the mic. Just made that up right now. I'm so nice.
I don't know what to say. I feel like it's too late to blog about mine and Palak's birthday party -- which was an unbelievable success by the way -- but too soon to blog Anthonyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17520007252449435089noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3809588.post-1057774405892893622003-07-09T11:13:00.000-07:002003-07-09T11:19:34.136-07:00My friends and I were talking about it one day. Those kids who are only into cool shit. Like people who just can't find it in themselves to just bite the bullet and admit to liking some corny, popular shit. Believe me, you know these types. They talk about underground music, independent movies, etc ... As if they are the only ones in on some new craze, and that they are cooler because they are Anthonyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17520007252449435089noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3809588.post-959539382003-06-23T11:29:00.000-07:002003-06-23T11:29:20.700-07:00Ok so pZ's MCard on my last entry ... not my doing. I was in DC this past weekend to visit friends. I asked Megan and Tyra to put the picture of us 3 on my blog. So they did. And then, while I was in the shower, they figured they would post pZ's MCard too. So now people are like "what's your deal, what's up with the random pic of pZ on your blog," thinking I'm weird and shit for putting a Anthonyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17520007252449435089noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3809588.post-958991622003-06-21T12:46:00.000-07:002003-06-21T12:46:43.950-07:00Anthonyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17520007252449435089noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3809588.post-958988502003-06-21T12:32:00.000-07:002003-06-21T12:32:04.370-07:00Anthonyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17520007252449435089noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3809588.post-951621832003-06-01T13:05:00.000-07:002003-06-01T13:05:16.650-07:00Do y'all remember the days when sports ran your life? Why is it that now, when "our teams" lose, we can just brush it off and go on with our day, while when in grade school and high school, a Mets loss was like a spit in the face? Diehard fans know what I'm talking about ... when your favorite team loses, it plagues your mind like unbearable guilt. You can't sleep, you're cranky, you refuse to Anthonyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17520007252449435089noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3809588.post-940648612003-05-09T11:07:00.000-07:002003-05-09T11:08:55.000-07:00You know the summer has "officially" started when you have completed your first full work week, as I will have done at 5 pm today. I'm employed by the same company as last summer, except this time with increased responsibility and a pay raise. holler. It has taken me all of last summer and about 10 days this summer to be able to solidly enumerate the pros and cons of working 40 hours a week in Anthonyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17520007252449435089noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3809588.post-934934352003-04-29T15:46:00.000-07:002003-04-29T15:46:09.583-07:00wassup.
just letting you know i haven't stopped blogging. just don't have shit to say these days. i'm home, back in jersey, and i'm bored as shit. can't go anywhere cause my car's all fucked up. it like won't go in reverse. so i can't even get it out the driveway. hot.
congratulations to those that graduated this past weekend. come to the east coast and call my ass.
someone straighten my lifeAnthonyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17520007252449435089noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3809588.post-915382472003-03-28T02:28:00.000-08:002003-03-28T02:28:34.983-08:00ok you knew this shit was coming ...
dance mix 2003:
absolutely incredible. biggest show of the year. never have i had so much fun performing before. to make people scream and laugh and smile like they did Wednesday night is a crazy rush. 1200 people? when's the next time 1200 people are going to fill up an auditorium and scream for you? performing at the power center is nuts too. stadium Anthonyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17520007252449435089noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3809588.post-905739202003-03-11T23:16:00.000-08:002003-03-11T23:17:26.000-08:00There is nothing more entertaining than clowning your friends. Like everyone just taking shots at each other, preferably drunk, to the point where your sides hurt and you can't breathe from the laughter. Scott, Dorsey and I were bent off our asses on Saturday night, just clowning ridiculously, non-stop. It'll start with your clothes, then work up to your haircut, your facial hair, and eventually,Anthonyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17520007252449435089noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3809588.post-902076972003-03-05T17:11:00.000-08:002003-03-05T17:16:24.000-08:00It has come to my attention that my boys from high school have discovered this blogspot, and needless to say, they're clowning. I guess I can't expect anything less; I mean, it is an "internet diary." Wait til I find the skeletons in your closets -- I will clown for days. No, but the good sport I am, I'll write this blog just for you jersey kids:
I got one thought for each of yall:
Gavin: Anthonyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17520007252449435089noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3809588.post-889989682003-02-12T15:23:00.000-08:002003-02-12T15:23:09.146-08:00Next Thursday can't get here soon enough. I'm in a straight-up rut. I know I've been complaining about this a lot, and I don't want to sound like a bitch, but it's just what's prevalent in my mind. I can't get my lackadaisical ass out of bed ever ... like no matter what time I sleep, I can't get up before 2:30. Today I missed classes #4 and #5 in a row. This carries over from yesterday - 5 Anthonyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17520007252449435089noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3809588.post-886385172003-02-06T00:26:00.000-08:002003-02-06T00:26:20.380-08:00I need to GET MY SHIT TOGETHER. What am I doing? Since when did I miss homework assignments and bomb exams? I'm not even taking a lot of credits. True, I have Greenies and funKtion now, but regardless, I don't find myself that pressed for time that I don't have time to do shit. I'm not swamped -- shit, I've never really felt swamped in my life. Something's going on though, maybe a lag that has Anthonyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17520007252449435089noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3809588.post-882693572003-01-30T06:56:00.000-08:002003-02-03T00:21:36.000-08:00Delirium. Another all-nighter. But let's not write about that. Let's also not write about Econ 432: Government Regulation of Industry which has me in mid-bend-over, ready to finally stick me at 2:30 this afternoon.
Let's talk about the system. Not to be like this, but some people around me think I'm somewhat smart. This is an atrociously severe misstatement. And this isn't modesty, this is Anthonyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17520007252449435089noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3809588.post-878061352003-01-21T14:47:00.000-08:002003-01-23T13:43:59.000-08:00I just had a film viewing session for my film and video class, and I was assed OUT. I fell asleep literally 10 minutes into the movie. I woke up and it had been almost two hours. It felt like I was in the deepest slumber of my life, that I had been sleeping for 12 hours. It very well could have been the next morning when I woke up. People were GRILLIN' me, like straight staring at me. It was Anthonyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17520007252449435089noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3809588.post-876178962003-01-17T17:22:00.000-08:002003-01-17T17:22:55.000-08:00It is times like these that you wait for, that you pray for, that you can't help but relive in your mind over and over and over again ... the times where you have to isolate yourself and enjoy your own thoughts. I only feel like this maybe 3 or 4 times a year, and it's so hard to cherish it. Cherishing is bullshit if you ask me, because when something's over, it's over, and memories (though Anthonyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17520007252449435089noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3809588.post-866075792002-12-27T17:32:00.000-08:002002-12-27T17:32:28.336-08:00First off, I hope that all of you had a magnificent holiday -- I know mine was nice ...
OK, so, can the world and its happenings SLOW the fuck down for just one second? Let me catch my breath? Everyone is getting hitched, like everybody -- either that or they're having children. I come home not 7 days ago and my cousin Wendy's engaged, my 19 year old cousin Carlo has impregnated his girlfriend, Anthonyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17520007252449435089noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3809588.post-862640832002-12-19T02:27:00.000-08:002002-12-19T02:27:38.116-08:002 and a half full years at this university, and tonight is my first academic all-nighter. I feel like shit. It's 5:20 AM, i have an econ test on who knows what at 8 AM, and I'm having doubts that I'll make it through without succumbing to sleep. I'm drinking Pepsi from Rendezvous Cafe to keep myself awake and focused, but I'm beginning to suspect that it's caffeine-free. I'm grimy, exhausted and Anthonyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17520007252449435089noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3809588.post-854318522002-12-03T08:20:00.000-08:002002-12-03T08:22:49.000-08:00On the morning after Michigan's first legitimate snowday of this winter, I have taken it upon myself to proclaim:
LET THE BUSTING-YOUR-ASS-CAUSE-YOU-SLIPPED-ON-THE-ICE BEGIN!!!!
I must say, I was quite disappointed to see that the sun was out today, as freezing rain would have been more preferential and more in the interests of me, the dick who loves watching people just get laid out onto the Anthonyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17520007252449435089noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3809588.post-852400232002-11-28T20:59:00.000-08:002002-11-28T20:59:38.073-08:00For the first time that I can remember since I've started college, home isn't really the same upon my return. Mind you, I'm pretty drunk as I write this ... however, there is some sobering difference, tangible or not, about today, this 2002 Thanksgiving evening. I don't feel the itch to go out and kick it with my boys, yet, I don't really feel like staying in with the family either. I've been Anthonyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17520007252449435089noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3809588.post-847352792002-11-18T17:02:00.000-08:002002-11-18T17:02:10.243-08:004:00 PM, November 18, 2002 ... Alexis Brianna Suzara is born!
I received the news from my mother; actually, my cousin IMed and told me to call my mother, that she had some news for me -- I had a suspicion. Hours later, I am still in shock. Like, I knew it was going to happen some time within this week, but yet I couldn't avoid the astonishment that has hit me. It's a great feeling, the drama of Anthonyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17520007252449435089noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3809588.post-841885822002-11-07T12:49:00.000-08:002002-11-07T12:49:05.996-08:00You know what pisses me off more than well-done steak? No-talent rappers, especially ones who eventually reach superstar/millionaire/i-have-4-cars-and-my-9-yr-old-son-has-a-Benz-too status. We're talking about rappers ... I mean, we're not even asking you to sing, just speak in rhythym -- and y'all still can't get it right. Let's stroll through a list, shall we? Master P, Nelly, Ja Rule, Nelly, Anthonyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17520007252449435089noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3809588.post-840220862002-11-04T13:19:00.000-08:002002-11-04T13:19:01.590-08:00The funKtion retreat this past weekend, albeit loads of fun, has left me incapacitated. I'm sick as a dog. My head feels like dead weight, and I can't breathe through my nose. Whenever I smoke a cigarette, I get dizzy. I'm coughing up mass amounts of mucous and getting hot flashes. I went to UHS today after class, and they said they couldn't see me for at least another hour -- I told them I'd Anthonyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17520007252449435089noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3809588.post-837989972002-10-30T17:20:00.000-08:002002-10-30T17:20:44.193-08:00Been trying to get this guestbook/comment option up on my page for like 40 minutes now ... so if I do get it to work, all 5 of you that come visit this website regularly can sign it and make me feel popular.
Halloween is tomorrow and I'm amped to dress up. I'm gonna be a pirate ... not some wack pirate, a dope one, the whole nine yards. Hooker earrings, a sash, mustache, bandanna and knickers Anthonyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17520007252449435089noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3809588.post-835696822002-10-26T15:41:00.000-07:002002-10-26T15:41:13.090-07:00Word on the street is that it's like cardinal sin #1 of blogging to blog about your day, but when my options are to blog about my day or not blog at all for weeks at a time, I succumb to such a journalistic approach. So, here are the interesting things that happened over the past 24 hours in my life.
*2:10 PM* - After a black-out night of vomiting in my own bathtub and toilet (via roomate Anthonyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17520007252449435089noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3809588.post-832857152002-10-20T23:37:00.000-07:002002-10-20T23:37:12.130-07:00After a long hiatus from blogging, I return to the ring at the request of a homeboy that is "tired of reading about poor filipino kids" (see last blog) ... here's something a little more light-hearted:
There's this blue house down the block from where I live on S. Forest where all these chumps sit on the porch and be loud, like all day long. They light firecrackers at like 4 AM on a Tuesday and Anthonyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17520007252449435089noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3809588.post-822543562002-09-28T18:56:00.000-07:002002-09-28T18:56:23.343-07:00A thought on the Philippines ...
Of all that I experienced while in Manila this past summer, from a ring of active volcanoes along the Western shore to the spice of native delicacies, the exhausting traffic from over population to the beauty of native filipinas, nothing captured my attention and, furthermore, my sympathy like one series of images did as my family transcended Metro-Manila. I Anthonyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17520007252449435089noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3809588.post-821829472002-09-27T00:28:00.000-07:002002-09-27T00:28:37.810-07:00Tonight I jumped around like a damn fool ... so is the story when I try to dance to techno. It doesn't really work for me. In fact, I'll go so far as to say that it really doesn't work for anyone. People just looked silly tonight; who said that when you danced to electronic music you had to bounce around and shit making up hand motions with glowing rods? And the music always stops for lengthy Anthonyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17520007252449435089noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3809588.post-820782232002-09-24T20:57:00.000-07:002002-09-24T20:57:26.890-07:00So blogging ... first time doing it. Here goes nothing:
I'm "eccentric" and I'm finally admitting it. That exact word has been used to describe me by literally 10 people. Like I'll sing in the shower and vigorously shake my legs while I'm sitting in class, and I'll dance while I'm walking down the street, that kind of shit. I'm not proud of this ... don't get me wrong. But why "eccentric"? I've Anthonyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17520007252449435089noreply@blogger.com0