Good morning New York! Well, it is the morning for me. I guess depending on when you read this, it may not be the morning at all. In fact, it could be the afternoon or even possibly the evening. Profound, I know. And this concludes the "Deep Thoughts from Andrew" secion for the day.
After reading, well, anything I write at all, some seem to feel I think very highly of myself. Even after speaking to me, there is a certain confidence that comes through. I want to let all you know, that it is 100% real. I am as awesome as I say I am. Those that believe otherwise are probably ugly, and therefore their opinions on this subject do not count. For a quick clarification, ugly people are still people, and I have no problem with them.
I think the more I write about the above statments, the deeper I will say something that might make somebody unhappy, so I'm just going to stop. Stop, like the weather should stop being so cold. Cold, like your soul. Soul, like I sold mine to the devil. Devil, like your momma. Momma, like my momma rocks. Rocks, like I rock this world.
And we're back to me. Stay warm!
Saturday, January 27, 2007
Saturday, January 20, 2007
New Amazing Photos of Your's Truly
I've added some new pictures to my MySpace page that are not in my gallery here. Some are dance and modeling shots that are previously unreleased to the public. I'm sure you will find them to your liking. Try not to be too jealous of my awesome dance skills and muscular body. It's okay to gasp when you first see them. I am also not liable for any injury of death that may come from fainting, etc. Enjoy the weekend.
Wednesday, January 17, 2007
Little bit of rambling serenades
I see by the date of my last point that I've been neglecting my blog. For that I appologize. I have been sidetracked with getting things with my career going this winter and working at Abercrombie a lot. Yes, I live a glamorous life I know, but please try to not be envious. I mean who doesn't want to sit at their computer for hours in the evening stapling resumes to headshots, typing cover letters, sealing envelopes, etc. when you would really like to be out at the bar. I'm not complaining, though. I'm not in an office or some boring job each and every day. And, my side job at Abercrombie is real tough looking good and working with a bunch of hot girls.
I'm rambling a bit and not really focused. I've had one of those days when you just don't eat anything but some coffee, two balance bars, and a burrito. It happens...and it brings on a huge headache. Bummer.
Oh, uh, if you haven't seen Babel, you should see it. It rocks. It's pretty serious and all, but some great acting...and is just quite good. If you bring a date to it, um...there won't be as much cuddling and hand-holding as you might find in, say, a romantic film...maybe more shocking moments and deep breaths of coping with the situations presented (maybe some uncomfortable hand squeezing depending on the girl). Still, an experience that is worth enjoying with someone else.
On another note, who'se kind-of over American Idol? I think I am. I just can't seem to keep watching these crappy singers and weird people who seem to be putting on a bit of a show just to get some time on national television. I'm waiting for the final 8 or so to start really seeing some decent talent. I also hear that Seattle did not show very well. Ohh, poor Seattle. My home aparently sucked. That's not what I like to hear. Too bad I wasn't there to audition. I have the voice of an angel. Literally, if an angel from Heaven came down to earth and God told him to sing a beautiful song, that is what it would be like to hear me sing. Not many get the priviledge, but those that do rave about it. I always had a plan that in college I would serenade a girl with a sweet love song. Uh...that never happened, due to my laziness, nerviousness, lack of planning, shyness (even if it doesn't appear that way in general, I am a bit shy with girls I dig), uh...etc. So, maybe some lucky girl will get that angelic serenade in the near (or semi-near...maybe not so near...we'll see) future.
That's all of my rambling tonight. Peace and love.
I'm rambling a bit and not really focused. I've had one of those days when you just don't eat anything but some coffee, two balance bars, and a burrito. It happens...and it brings on a huge headache. Bummer.
Oh, uh, if you haven't seen Babel, you should see it. It rocks. It's pretty serious and all, but some great acting...and is just quite good. If you bring a date to it, um...there won't be as much cuddling and hand-holding as you might find in, say, a romantic film...maybe more shocking moments and deep breaths of coping with the situations presented (maybe some uncomfortable hand squeezing depending on the girl). Still, an experience that is worth enjoying with someone else.
On another note, who'se kind-of over American Idol? I think I am. I just can't seem to keep watching these crappy singers and weird people who seem to be putting on a bit of a show just to get some time on national television. I'm waiting for the final 8 or so to start really seeing some decent talent. I also hear that Seattle did not show very well. Ohh, poor Seattle. My home aparently sucked. That's not what I like to hear. Too bad I wasn't there to audition. I have the voice of an angel. Literally, if an angel from Heaven came down to earth and God told him to sing a beautiful song, that is what it would be like to hear me sing. Not many get the priviledge, but those that do rave about it. I always had a plan that in college I would serenade a girl with a sweet love song. Uh...that never happened, due to my laziness, nerviousness, lack of planning, shyness (even if it doesn't appear that way in general, I am a bit shy with girls I dig), uh...etc. So, maybe some lucky girl will get that angelic serenade in the near (or semi-near...maybe not so near...we'll see) future.
That's all of my rambling tonight. Peace and love.
Wednesday, January 10, 2007
The Year of Lampboy!
I just arrived home from work and am feeling a bit in the mood to write something...profound. I promised earlier that I would write something looking back on last year. It will be a brief look back, since I think it's much more benificial to look forward into the future, but here you go.
Hmm...2006. There were good times, and there were less than good times. There was joy, excitement, dissapointment, hilarity, sadness, happiness, and joy. Joy seems to be worth repeating for some reason. Mostly, and this is for real, it has been a time of transition. Transitioning into more facets of my life and career trying to find where I fit in the world of entertainment. See...profound, isn't it?! And notice, I didn't even mention my hotness or the hotness of those I would like to be a part of. Maybe I'm maturing...well, let's not go that far.
So, transitioning, joy, facets, career, not mentioning my hotness...2006 seemed to be allright.
I'm going to take this time to send a shout out to my bro and sis. Rock on!
Okay, so, 2007. What can I say. There will be some good times (becoming a celebrity), and there will be some less than good times (probably...can't think of anything now). I'm sure there will be joy (a hot coworker...or two or three, recognizes my hotness and says so), excitement (running from the cops), dissapointment (when the cop shoots me), hilarity (always), sadness (hot girl turns me down), happiness (finding true love with a young, hot, and rich girl (more on this statement at a later date), career rock'n, moving out of this stupid apartment), and joy (all of the good points I just mentioned at the same time, also with the Victoria Secret Angels living with me).
That is 2007 for you. We shall see what of these predictions (if you'd like to call them that) come true. Only time will tell. Man, I am like the Grand Canyon I'm so deep with my philosophical thoughts. Man, hot, funny, and deeply intillectual...who could ask for anything more.
Alright, there it is. I'm not sure this was too sentimental, so if that was what you were hoping for, I apologize. I will have to make you cry some other time. Here are a few things you can do in the mean time if you are really wanting to get those tears out.
1) If you are not able to see me in person, look at a picture of me. My beauty will make you cry. It's awe inspiring I know.
2) If you are able to see me in person, just bask in my hot glory. Just being in my presence is generally too much for the eyes, thus creating tears of joy.
2) For those of you wanting a true experience and are a little bolder and of course extremely good looking (often asked if you model or dance, and are describes as hot, sexy, etc...oh, and you must be cool), just come up to me, put your hand on my arm (you may feel faint at this point, but you'll get through it), and say hello. Hopefully you don't faint or cry in my presence, it's a little akward for everyone involved. This will most definately produce tears of overwhelming joy (if we're on the same wavelength and click) or sadness (if it does not go as well as you have hoped).
Make the start of 2007 full of tears my friends...joyously full of tears...tears that dance down your cheek like a ballerina dancing on point....like a tiger balancing an egg on it's nose...tears of hotness...tears of joy...full of happiness...full of Andrew...
2007 is the Year of Andrew...the Year of Lampboy!
Hmm...2006. There were good times, and there were less than good times. There was joy, excitement, dissapointment, hilarity, sadness, happiness, and joy. Joy seems to be worth repeating for some reason. Mostly, and this is for real, it has been a time of transition. Transitioning into more facets of my life and career trying to find where I fit in the world of entertainment. See...profound, isn't it?! And notice, I didn't even mention my hotness or the hotness of those I would like to be a part of. Maybe I'm maturing...well, let's not go that far.
So, transitioning, joy, facets, career, not mentioning my hotness...2006 seemed to be allright.
I'm going to take this time to send a shout out to my bro and sis. Rock on!
Okay, so, 2007. What can I say. There will be some good times (becoming a celebrity), and there will be some less than good times (probably...can't think of anything now). I'm sure there will be joy (a hot coworker...or two or three, recognizes my hotness and says so), excitement (running from the cops), dissapointment (when the cop shoots me), hilarity (always), sadness (hot girl turns me down), happiness (finding true love with a young, hot, and rich girl (more on this statement at a later date), career rock'n, moving out of this stupid apartment), and joy (all of the good points I just mentioned at the same time, also with the Victoria Secret Angels living with me).
That is 2007 for you. We shall see what of these predictions (if you'd like to call them that) come true. Only time will tell. Man, I am like the Grand Canyon I'm so deep with my philosophical thoughts. Man, hot, funny, and deeply intillectual...who could ask for anything more.
Alright, there it is. I'm not sure this was too sentimental, so if that was what you were hoping for, I apologize. I will have to make you cry some other time. Here are a few things you can do in the mean time if you are really wanting to get those tears out.
1) If you are not able to see me in person, look at a picture of me. My beauty will make you cry. It's awe inspiring I know.
2) If you are able to see me in person, just bask in my hot glory. Just being in my presence is generally too much for the eyes, thus creating tears of joy.
2) For those of you wanting a true experience and are a little bolder and of course extremely good looking (often asked if you model or dance, and are describes as hot, sexy, etc...oh, and you must be cool), just come up to me, put your hand on my arm (you may feel faint at this point, but you'll get through it), and say hello. Hopefully you don't faint or cry in my presence, it's a little akward for everyone involved. This will most definately produce tears of overwhelming joy (if we're on the same wavelength and click) or sadness (if it does not go as well as you have hoped).
Make the start of 2007 full of tears my friends...joyously full of tears...tears that dance down your cheek like a ballerina dancing on point....like a tiger balancing an egg on it's nose...tears of hotness...tears of joy...full of happiness...full of Andrew...
2007 is the Year of Andrew...the Year of Lampboy!
Friday, January 5, 2007
Coming to a Lampboy.net near you...
"Pop quiz, hot shot"...any takers? No...Speed! Come on people. Know your movies.
Okay, here's a quick pop quiz on what I'm going to write this weekend.
Will I write something...
A) Sentimental and meaninful that might possibly bring a tear to you eye reading it?
B) Truly sarcastic and idiotic with no real meaning in it at all?
C) Praising how great and beautiful I am?
D) Describing an outrageously hot girl while at the same time explaining how awesome I am?
E) All of the above?
F) I still haven't gotten over the third choice. Andrew you are so amazing and sexy. I am an outrageously hot model sitting around in a bikini thinking about you. Hence, my mind is so disctracted that I cannot choose anything but you.
Answer will be revealed at a later time...but without looking at the answer key, I'm thinking that F is probably the correct answer. Even though I am the one who created this little quiz, therefore I should know the answer, my guess is probably more to the effect of what it actually is. Those who got the question right...let's talk. Those who didn't or may have slightly cheated (meaning you are not an outrageously hot model sitting around in a bikini thinki of me), I'm sorry...you fail. Better luck next time.
Okay, here's a quick pop quiz on what I'm going to write this weekend.
Will I write something...
A) Sentimental and meaninful that might possibly bring a tear to you eye reading it?
B) Truly sarcastic and idiotic with no real meaning in it at all?
C) Praising how great and beautiful I am?
D) Describing an outrageously hot girl while at the same time explaining how awesome I am?
E) All of the above?
F) I still haven't gotten over the third choice. Andrew you are so amazing and sexy. I am an outrageously hot model sitting around in a bikini thinking about you. Hence, my mind is so disctracted that I cannot choose anything but you.
Answer will be revealed at a later time...but without looking at the answer key, I'm thinking that F is probably the correct answer. Even though I am the one who created this little quiz, therefore I should know the answer, my guess is probably more to the effect of what it actually is. Those who got the question right...let's talk. Those who didn't or may have slightly cheated (meaning you are not an outrageously hot model sitting around in a bikini thinki of me), I'm sorry...you fail. Better luck next time.
Wednesday, January 3, 2007
Future promises, but nothing New Year's worthy...yet
I know I keep putting promises out there about future entries, and hopefully this will be the last one of those for a little while. Maybe it'll be a New Year's Resolution!...on second thought, better not waste many of those. I'm safe and sound in my tiny piece of Manhattan. I'll try and write something fairly sentimental and nastolgic about the years ending and a new beginning, but until then, this is all I feel like mentioning.
Travel feelings: not so bad. Barely enough food to feed a bird for 5 hours, but whatever. Hour long wait for luggage...no good. Bus ride into the city: good. Alltogether to long...but not horrible. Dissapointment upon reaching my apartment...boy was it good to be in a house with a car and everything...and also real food. Back to reality.
On another note, I found my new favorite deodorant...wait for it...Speed Stick Gel. Ahh the fragrant freedom I'm feeling.
Have I really sunk this low in my writing, or is it all a ploy? Hmm...these are the thoughts dead philosopher's ponder. Wait...did I just compare myself to a philosopher? I believe I did. Or have I just eaten too many Jelly Belly's? Ponder that!
Oh, and this is quite important. Remember to check my events page to see what I'm up to. It's not filled with tons of stuff right now, but I'm being optimistic about things, and hope to have lots to entertain people with in the near future.
Travel feelings: not so bad. Barely enough food to feed a bird for 5 hours, but whatever. Hour long wait for luggage...no good. Bus ride into the city: good. Alltogether to long...but not horrible. Dissapointment upon reaching my apartment...boy was it good to be in a house with a car and everything...and also real food. Back to reality.
On another note, I found my new favorite deodorant...wait for it...Speed Stick Gel. Ahh the fragrant freedom I'm feeling.
Have I really sunk this low in my writing, or is it all a ploy? Hmm...these are the thoughts dead philosopher's ponder. Wait...did I just compare myself to a philosopher? I believe I did. Or have I just eaten too many Jelly Belly's? Ponder that!
Oh, and this is quite important. Remember to check my events page to see what I'm up to. It's not filled with tons of stuff right now, but I'm being optimistic about things, and hope to have lots to entertain people with in the near future.
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