That's a line from an editors song.
Its true. Think about it. These aren't people who just ended up in the hospital for some crazy reason. Those people are thinking "whoa, I'm in the hospital. Get me the fuck out of here." These are old, really sick people. They're slipping away day by day, and they're not even doing it on a beach or in a nice condo. They're at a public hospital in nowhere, New Jersey. California. Wherever. They're living there because they're there to die. And that fix, that little thrill, its still enough to get them out of bed. In to the sunlight. To kill themselves a little faster. Vampires. Then they go back inside to try and live a little longer.
That's how I picture it anyway. Maybe it's some women who's mother is dying in the operating room. Or a new father who just held his kid for the first time.
It's the most depressing thing in the world.
And this fucking band manages to make this the most uplifting, beautiful thing you'll ever hear. I laugh and cry every time I hear it. Amazing.
Sometimes, sometimes I think I've got things pretty well figured out.
Sometimes, sometimes I know I don't have a clue. And that's awesome and scary and hilarious. Its comforting, disconcerting, compelling. Amazing. That's life.
Heh.
Heh.
Maybe I've got it figured out after all?
Tonight.
Wednesday, December 2, 2009
Monday, November 2, 2009
I am written on a subway wall.
Today I sat in the waiting room at my doctor's office, reading a story by a well known son-of-a-bitch author. The story was called "GREAT POETS DIE IN STEAMING POTS OF SHIT", written like that in CAPS. All the dialogue was LIKE THAT, ALL IN CAPS. too. I read the first page and then I was stopped by an idea. The idea was to call a character in the next story I write LEGION, for whatever reason to be explained within the story (or not). I mulled it over for a minute and then read the next page, and at the bottom of the page one of the two characters in the story was revealed to be LEGION, which was not explain. It was one of those odd little coincidences. You know the ones. It was like the time I was at my friend's apartment. He had some music playing on his bedroom TV, because everything does everything nowadays, and without reason I started singing the chorus to that Smash Mouth song "Might As Well Be Walkin On The Sun". You know, one of the only three Smash Mouth songs anyone has ever heard. And about three hours later, after we'd gotten pretty stoned and started in on our game of poker, "Might As Well Be Walkin On The Sun" started playing in the other room and we had to marvel at the weirdness of it.
I had another longer strange tale like this to tell, one that really made my weekend, but I'm not going to tell it.
I had another longer strange tale like this to tell, one that really made my weekend, but I'm not going to tell it.
Saturday, September 26, 2009
stricken from the narrative wholesale: a back drop to the tale
Sometimes opposites attract, and sometimes they don't.
Friday, August 21, 2009
Oh yeah that sucks
Okay, Brad was right, Man Man sucks. Sorry members of Man Man, I know you're Fan Fans. See what I did there?
And for the keen, the post title is a line from a LaGrecia song, so as not to break my blog-naming strategy. For the not-so-keen, every blog title is a lyric. The secret is out!
And strangely enough, even though I didn't actually post it until like fifteen minutes ago, my last entry still shows up as having been posted on "Tuesday August 18th" the day I began it and left it half finished and waiting to be posted. I could've just finished it and you, loyal reader, would've been none the wiser. Oh well.
Oh, and you know what are weird? Brown outs. It's when your power goes out, but only sort of. Some things don't work (like TV and internet and microwaves) but most of your lights do...except they're really really dim. Then you spend a few hours in a very dim environment and your eyes adjust, then BAM your lights are back, and everything is bright as fuck. I'm a big believer in electricity and all, but I have never honestly appreciated more than I did after three hours of it not working at full capacity. Sheesh.
And for the keen, the post title is a line from a LaGrecia song, so as not to break my blog-naming strategy. For the not-so-keen, every blog title is a lyric. The secret is out!
And strangely enough, even though I didn't actually post it until like fifteen minutes ago, my last entry still shows up as having been posted on "Tuesday August 18th" the day I began it and left it half finished and waiting to be posted. I could've just finished it and you, loyal reader, would've been none the wiser. Oh well.
Oh, and you know what are weird? Brown outs. It's when your power goes out, but only sort of. Some things don't work (like TV and internet and microwaves) but most of your lights do...except they're really really dim. Then you spend a few hours in a very dim environment and your eyes adjust, then BAM your lights are back, and everything is bright as fuck. I'm a big believer in electricity and all, but I have never honestly appreciated more than I did after three hours of it not working at full capacity. Sheesh.
Tuesday, August 18, 2009
every night turns out to be a little bit more like bukowski
If I'd waited just twenty-four hours to post this it would've been exactly two months to the day since between blog posts, but fuck it.
So I just finished outlining my second novel. This is cool for me, and not just because of the whole "whoa second novel?!" aspect. Yeah, it's awesome that I have a first novel, and its getting published, and hopefully it won't be universally panned and all my friends won't think I'm a terrible writer. No, its also cool because prior to this whenever I've undertaken a writing project or something I've always just winged it (wung it?). To be honest that was a terrible approach and usually resulted in me getting frustrated and abandoning the script or story or whatever halfway through because of plotholes or lack of direction or any number of reasons. So when I finally pushed myself and wrote something substantial (269 pages son!) it turned out to be a Kerouac copycat, stream of consciousness rambling tale. It's even about traveling for christ's sake. And I'm okay with that, cause the parallel is actually intentional. I like how that book turned out (though I'm sure the moment I see it in print I'll cringe at every damn page and think myself a terrible writer. So I probably won't read it...just kidding...maybe). But now if I'm going to keep up this writing thing, I can't be a one trick pony. Kerouac realized that, and I realized that. So when I decided on the story I wanted to write next, I told myself I would outline the whole thing so I remembered exactly the points I wanted to hit and don't get (too) off track. And then I spent the last couple months -----
(this break indicates the nearly forty six hour pause I took to get really drunk, spend several hours in the ocean, go see one of my favorite bands in New York, read a lot, and have an all around good time before coming back to finish this blog)
----- being lazy and coming up with ideas for the book, as well as another one I aim to write after this one (I'm a goddamn machine!!). I actually do that a lot, come up with tons of ideas for some cool story but never string them together in to anything coherent. But this time I outlined some of them and I'm going to turn it in to a novel if it kills me. I also have a film script in the works (and by in the works I mean I'm too lazy to just start writing the fucking thing) and some other ideas cooking. So I suppose I'll post updates about the creative process on here every now and then. Or not.
But anyway, how bout that break huh? I bet the entire internet was holding its breath while I didn't finish a post I started two days ago. I'm sorry, but I do have a life, you know? Anyway, I'm out of shit to say really. I should probably be writing that book I was babbling so much about but instead I'm doing a very Brad thing and myspacing a series of bands in rapid succession. Check out Great Friend Of Mine and Lemons Are Louder Than Rocks. I'm about to try Man Man. I hear they're weird, and Brad says they suck but his opinion is near-useless much of the time, so who knows if I'll make it out alive.
Stay black.
So I just finished outlining my second novel. This is cool for me, and not just because of the whole "whoa second novel?!" aspect. Yeah, it's awesome that I have a first novel, and its getting published, and hopefully it won't be universally panned and all my friends won't think I'm a terrible writer. No, its also cool because prior to this whenever I've undertaken a writing project or something I've always just winged it (wung it?). To be honest that was a terrible approach and usually resulted in me getting frustrated and abandoning the script or story or whatever halfway through because of plotholes or lack of direction or any number of reasons. So when I finally pushed myself and wrote something substantial (269 pages son!) it turned out to be a Kerouac copycat, stream of consciousness rambling tale. It's even about traveling for christ's sake. And I'm okay with that, cause the parallel is actually intentional. I like how that book turned out (though I'm sure the moment I see it in print I'll cringe at every damn page and think myself a terrible writer. So I probably won't read it...just kidding...maybe). But now if I'm going to keep up this writing thing, I can't be a one trick pony. Kerouac realized that, and I realized that. So when I decided on the story I wanted to write next, I told myself I would outline the whole thing so I remembered exactly the points I wanted to hit and don't get (too) off track. And then I spent the last couple months -----
(this break indicates the nearly forty six hour pause I took to get really drunk, spend several hours in the ocean, go see one of my favorite bands in New York, read a lot, and have an all around good time before coming back to finish this blog)
----- being lazy and coming up with ideas for the book, as well as another one I aim to write after this one (I'm a goddamn machine!!). I actually do that a lot, come up with tons of ideas for some cool story but never string them together in to anything coherent. But this time I outlined some of them and I'm going to turn it in to a novel if it kills me. I also have a film script in the works (and by in the works I mean I'm too lazy to just start writing the fucking thing) and some other ideas cooking. So I suppose I'll post updates about the creative process on here every now and then. Or not.
But anyway, how bout that break huh? I bet the entire internet was holding its breath while I didn't finish a post I started two days ago. I'm sorry, but I do have a life, you know? Anyway, I'm out of shit to say really. I should probably be writing that book I was babbling so much about but instead I'm doing a very Brad thing and myspacing a series of bands in rapid succession. Check out Great Friend Of Mine and Lemons Are Louder Than Rocks. I'm about to try Man Man. I hear they're weird, and Brad says they suck but his opinion is near-useless much of the time, so who knows if I'll make it out alive.
Stay black.
Saturday, June 20, 2009
I am the only one who thinks I'm going crazy
Hey, so I took a month and change break from writing this blog. In fact I think I actually forgot I even had a blog for awhile there, crazy. Not that anyone reads this besides Brad and Shawn and well, myself, in addition to anyone who might stumble across the page in the vast ocean that is the internet. Really writing on here is akin to writing in a "private" journal and then tossing it open on a table in front of a bunch of people hoping they'll take a moment out of their busy lives and read what I have to say.
And what do I have to say? Well, you dear reader have caught me at something of a transitional period in my life. By that I mean I have a lot of shit going on. I graduated high school on thursday and haven't been very sober since. Not that I was very sober beforehand but I think that prior to thursday I was just doing the whole high school party thing and the past few days I've been doing the grad party thing and now that period is over so I'm either going to be doing the incoming college freshman partying thing or just skipping right to the future alcoholic partying thing. Or maybe the wild and crazy Hunter Thompson-esque author partying gig. Cause I'm publishing a book and all, right?
Yeah, I am. I mentioned that I was writing a book back in some older posts and my hiatus from blogging was largely because I was finishing the book and high school at the same time. And now it's been accepted, I'm publishing it. I send it to this one pretty cool publishing company, and I don't care if they accept every single submission they recieve because I'm still going to be the author of a book with a cover that can be purchased at large chain bookstores, so fuck you.
I have a new girlfriend too. She's this girl I thought hated me for awhile. She was dating my friend and seemed (to be honest) like sort of a standoffish bitch. Then I kinda inadvertantly indirectly incoherently snaked her away from him (sorry bro) and after their break up we talked a lot and boom, relationship city. Turns out she's one of the coolest girls I've ever met. Worlds away from The Ex, as I've dubbed my...uhm...ex. She was fun for awhile and I'm pretty sure I've vaguely mentioned vague feelings for her, more lust now than affection, but my current gal is a superior specimen, I reckon. Maybe that's subconcious bitterness talking, or maybe it's because I can make jokes about giving my friends blowjobs (me, not her) without getting an eye roll and a disgusted look.
This blog probably would've been more in depth if I had written it Thursday night when I had originally intended to, but I got real drunk instead. In fact, I have drinking to do. I'll try and get back to this thing in another month or so. Stay uninterested.
And what do I have to say? Well, you dear reader have caught me at something of a transitional period in my life. By that I mean I have a lot of shit going on. I graduated high school on thursday and haven't been very sober since. Not that I was very sober beforehand but I think that prior to thursday I was just doing the whole high school party thing and the past few days I've been doing the grad party thing and now that period is over so I'm either going to be doing the incoming college freshman partying thing or just skipping right to the future alcoholic partying thing. Or maybe the wild and crazy Hunter Thompson-esque author partying gig. Cause I'm publishing a book and all, right?
Yeah, I am. I mentioned that I was writing a book back in some older posts and my hiatus from blogging was largely because I was finishing the book and high school at the same time. And now it's been accepted, I'm publishing it. I send it to this one pretty cool publishing company, and I don't care if they accept every single submission they recieve because I'm still going to be the author of a book with a cover that can be purchased at large chain bookstores, so fuck you.
I have a new girlfriend too. She's this girl I thought hated me for awhile. She was dating my friend and seemed (to be honest) like sort of a standoffish bitch. Then I kinda inadvertantly indirectly incoherently snaked her away from him (sorry bro) and after their break up we talked a lot and boom, relationship city. Turns out she's one of the coolest girls I've ever met. Worlds away from The Ex, as I've dubbed my...uhm...ex. She was fun for awhile and I'm pretty sure I've vaguely mentioned vague feelings for her, more lust now than affection, but my current gal is a superior specimen, I reckon. Maybe that's subconcious bitterness talking, or maybe it's because I can make jokes about giving my friends blowjobs (me, not her) without getting an eye roll and a disgusted look.
This blog probably would've been more in depth if I had written it Thursday night when I had originally intended to, but I got real drunk instead. In fact, I have drinking to do. I'll try and get back to this thing in another month or so. Stay uninterested.
Wednesday, May 13, 2009
today is better than any day that's come before
Everywhere I go, I see sad people. Either the people are sad about how shitty their lives are according to them, or they're happy but not truly happy. There's something missing in most of these people and its kind of sad seeing it knowing that as happy as they seem, when no one's looking they're hurting inside. Well, let me just tell you that 95% of the time, I'm completely happy. Don't get me wrong, there's certainly always room for improvement and the possibility of being completely happier. I'd be a lot happier if I had a million dollars and a couple of blowjobs (or a million blowjobs and a couple of dollars, either way I'd be stoked) but considering what I do have, I think life is pretty fucking great.
I just don't see the point in being sad I guess. Don't get me wrong, stuff gets me bummed out. For example a week before Christmas this girl I really liked and was dating broke up with me. I'd been in a shitty mood for a few days (since I'm almost always happy or angry, every few months I get a weird menstrual-type couple of days where I'm all pissy) and she couldn't deal I guess and ended it. To explain how much I liked this girl let me just state that she was the love of my life. She was the love of my life after the previous love of my life and before the next love of my life. After that I felt real bad for awhile. I moped a lot. I tried to win her back. It still sucks seeing her looking beautiful in class almost every day and wishing I was still with her, at least to some degree, while at the same time slowly realizing more and more of her flaws that I conviently ignored because I dug her for a long time. And yet no matter what happens, even if I love and lose or never love at all...life is great. How can life not be great?
Okay, okay, I'm sure if I lost my entire family or close friends in some horrible accident, or ended up a quadrapalegic or something, life would suck and I wouldn't be too pumped all the time. But knock on wood (which I just did) that won't happen. So what does that leave me to be bummed about? Relationships? No, not gonna do it. They come and go. I'm pretty happy with this girl I'm persuing now, a real cutie. Eventually that'll end and I'll be bummed (or not, depending on how it ends and who ends it) and then I'll move on. I'm almost a high school graduate and then I'll be free to do whatever I want. I'm free to do whatever I want now, I just have the minor obligation of appearing in school five days a week. Yeah, I'll have college in a few months but that's a whole different ballgame. I have great friends, great family, great taste in everything (take that humility!) and a fucking easy life.
So you know what? If you're out there feeling bummed...just knock it off. Just go "hey, this isn't worth it" and stop (exceptions include death and the like, sorry for your loss). You don't need to be feeling shitty, you need to be going to a diner with your friends because you have nothing better to do, or making out with a hot girl/guy/sandwich. Get stoked on life, alright?
It rules.
I just don't see the point in being sad I guess. Don't get me wrong, stuff gets me bummed out. For example a week before Christmas this girl I really liked and was dating broke up with me. I'd been in a shitty mood for a few days (since I'm almost always happy or angry, every few months I get a weird menstrual-type couple of days where I'm all pissy) and she couldn't deal I guess and ended it. To explain how much I liked this girl let me just state that she was the love of my life. She was the love of my life after the previous love of my life and before the next love of my life. After that I felt real bad for awhile. I moped a lot. I tried to win her back. It still sucks seeing her looking beautiful in class almost every day and wishing I was still with her, at least to some degree, while at the same time slowly realizing more and more of her flaws that I conviently ignored because I dug her for a long time. And yet no matter what happens, even if I love and lose or never love at all...life is great. How can life not be great?
Okay, okay, I'm sure if I lost my entire family or close friends in some horrible accident, or ended up a quadrapalegic or something, life would suck and I wouldn't be too pumped all the time. But knock on wood (which I just did) that won't happen. So what does that leave me to be bummed about? Relationships? No, not gonna do it. They come and go. I'm pretty happy with this girl I'm persuing now, a real cutie. Eventually that'll end and I'll be bummed (or not, depending on how it ends and who ends it) and then I'll move on. I'm almost a high school graduate and then I'll be free to do whatever I want. I'm free to do whatever I want now, I just have the minor obligation of appearing in school five days a week. Yeah, I'll have college in a few months but that's a whole different ballgame. I have great friends, great family, great taste in everything (take that humility!) and a fucking easy life.
So you know what? If you're out there feeling bummed...just knock it off. Just go "hey, this isn't worth it" and stop (exceptions include death and the like, sorry for your loss). You don't need to be feeling shitty, you need to be going to a diner with your friends because you have nothing better to do, or making out with a hot girl/guy/sandwich. Get stoked on life, alright?
It rules.
Thursday, May 7, 2009
will I ever learn? c'mon, c'mon.
Today I saw my scalp for the first time in about five or six years. Not intentionally, mind you. I was trimming my hair with a razor because that's what I do and my mind started drifting. Apparently new razor + lack of proper attention = bad fucking move on my part. I felt pain and then felt scalp. Jumped out of the shower (where I was doing this, I should mention) and saw in the mirror. A chunk of hair to the right (left if you're looking at me) of my forehead, gone with a little scalp missing too. Not a lot of blood, but certainly enough that if I was squeamish I would've panicked. I'm not, so I didn't. I'm lucky enough in the sense that I'll be able to somewhat cover it up with the rest of my hair. I'll be unlucky enough in the sense that anyone who pays enough attention to the top of my head will notice it and I'll have to explain the event a million fucking times. Fortunately I grow hair like a motherfucker and so it shouldn't be completely bare more than a day or two. Still, I'm supposed to hang with my usual gang of friends tomorrow, so ridicule awaits.
What else is new? I've started watching Rescue Me from the beginning all over again. For the very out of the loop it's Dennis Leary's show on FX. Tuesdays at 10. Season Five is about four episodes in and great so far, so I decided to go back to the start. I should've done that before the new season started, but whatever. It's great stuff.
I'm going to see Star Trek tonight. The movie has a lot going against it, no matter how great it looks. Being an odd numbered entry in the series, it's bound to be terrible or at the very least only "okay". Plus anyone who is a fan of the Original Series is going to be judging the new actors either subconsciously or consciously. This very well could be a disaster. Personally I'm trying to go in with as low expectations as possible but the trailer's have been so great that it's hard to keep my hopes down for this thing. I'll try and put up a post or an edit after I see it.
Later.
What else is new? I've started watching Rescue Me from the beginning all over again. For the very out of the loop it's Dennis Leary's show on FX. Tuesdays at 10. Season Five is about four episodes in and great so far, so I decided to go back to the start. I should've done that before the new season started, but whatever. It's great stuff.
I'm going to see Star Trek tonight. The movie has a lot going against it, no matter how great it looks. Being an odd numbered entry in the series, it's bound to be terrible or at the very least only "okay". Plus anyone who is a fan of the Original Series is going to be judging the new actors either subconsciously or consciously. This very well could be a disaster. Personally I'm trying to go in with as low expectations as possible but the trailer's have been so great that it's hard to keep my hopes down for this thing. I'll try and put up a post or an edit after I see it.
Later.
Tuesday, May 5, 2009
what's a day? what's a week? what's a month? what's a year? we're all under pressure!
Oh man, I'm posting twice in one day, this is like the exact opposite of how much I expected to use this thing. But don't fret, this blog has a purpose. All my loyal readers (Brad and Shawn) know that I'm in a band called Blame the City! (www.myspace.com/blamethecity) (The exclamation point isn't for emphasis, it's part of the name). A couple of months ago our buddy Taylor Armstrong told me he was starting up a DIY record label of sorts and he wanted his first release to be a compilation of bands he was super stoked to hear and wanted other people to be super stoked to hear, and he wanted to include us. Taylor is a great guy, really one of the nicest ever. He's also in like eighteen awesome bands (including folk punk trio A Fistful of Dynamite and electro-steller Plushgun). Anyway, we were really honored that he wanted to include us and so we sent him two tracks from our soon to be released firstish album "This Room Has Three Walls". That's coming out in June and I'm sure I'll talk about it more as that gets closer. So I haven't talked to Taylor lately because he's been busy having a life and getting ready to welcome his first kid in to the world (if the baby has been born already, congrats man! Bet she's awesome) but today I saw a bulletin from the label saying the comp, called "Give These A Chance: A Compilation" is now available at http://www.downloadpunk.com/?webaction=ProductDetail&productid=3012951 and will soon be available on CD for people like Brad who like more than just the mp3s. It's 18 songs by 9 bands for $1.99. A dollar fucking ninety nine, you can't beat that. The bands are thus
BtC! - we're pretty cool dudes, and maybe you'll dig the tunes too.
A Fistful of Dynamite - Like I said, super gnarly folk punk. The song they have on here is my favorite off of their record "Buck Wild"
You, Me & T-Rex - A Fistful of Dynamite minus Taylor and the "folk" and plus another dude who I've met but don't remember (sorry bro!). Good dudes, good tunes.
Wingnut Dishwasher Union - If you've heard Johnny Hobo And the Freight Trains, it's that guy, plus other guys. I dig it, personally.
The Boy Bathing - again, awesome people and awesome music. I love that combo. think Bright Eyes with more metal. And by "more" I mean "nothing that even resembles". Sorry if I got your hopes up Megadeath affcianados.
Kate Wirsing, Scott Ayotte, Eric Fournier - admittedly I haven't heard any of these unless I have but can't remember, but I'm on my way to check them out. You should too.
and last but without a doubt not least
Telfair - These dudes are the real catch of this comp, at least for me. I could listen to the four songs they have on their myspace for a couple days without getting tired of it. They're fucking sick and your life is just a little empty the longer you don't listen to these guys.
So there you go. Eighteen songs for two measly bucks. The money goes to running the label, and you can donate to a chairty Taylor picked too, which you should do. Here's the link again for those who scrolled past it in the first paragraph. Thought you'd get away easy huh?
http://www.downloadpunk.com/?webaction=ProductDetail&productid=3012951
It's two bucks, so do it.
BtC! - we're pretty cool dudes, and maybe you'll dig the tunes too.
A Fistful of Dynamite - Like I said, super gnarly folk punk. The song they have on here is my favorite off of their record "Buck Wild"
You, Me & T-Rex - A Fistful of Dynamite minus Taylor and the "folk" and plus another dude who I've met but don't remember (sorry bro!). Good dudes, good tunes.
Wingnut Dishwasher Union - If you've heard Johnny Hobo And the Freight Trains, it's that guy, plus other guys. I dig it, personally.
The Boy Bathing - again, awesome people and awesome music. I love that combo. think Bright Eyes with more metal. And by "more" I mean "nothing that even resembles". Sorry if I got your hopes up Megadeath affcianados.
Kate Wirsing, Scott Ayotte, Eric Fournier - admittedly I haven't heard any of these unless I have but can't remember, but I'm on my way to check them out. You should too.
and last but without a doubt not least
Telfair - These dudes are the real catch of this comp, at least for me. I could listen to the four songs they have on their myspace for a couple days without getting tired of it. They're fucking sick and your life is just a little empty the longer you don't listen to these guys.
So there you go. Eighteen songs for two measly bucks. The money goes to running the label, and you can donate to a chairty Taylor picked too, which you should do. Here's the link again for those who scrolled past it in the first paragraph. Thought you'd get away easy huh?
http://www.downloadpunk.com/?webaction=ProductDetail&productid=3012951
It's two bucks, so do it.
they gave you poetry and endless hours of conversation
Today was eventful, so at the risk of becoming a daily blogger like I feared I'm going to talk about it a little bit.
I woke up feeling shitty and expecting to feel shitty all day because I had felt shitty yesterday. I took some ibuprofen and figured I'd tough out the school day. I ended up feeling great all day, for which I have to give some (if not most) of the credit to my gym teacher doing a Yoga Unit while we're stuck in doors all week due to rain. Originally I wasn't going to do yoga but then I figured what could it hurt and man, I'm glad I don't subscribe to that masculine idea of staying in the gym and pelting balls at each other (for something so masculine, it sounds really homoerotic, doesn't it?). I learned a few easy and relaxing stretching techniques and fuck man, do I feel limber and loose and all around good. If you're reading this, go try some basic Yoga, you'll feel stoked.
Later on I had a sub (stitute teacher, not the sandwich) who I recognized as the brother of a dude I used to know before he graduated. This wouldn't be all that interesting except for the fact that not only did I know his brother, I had seen a movie this guy made way back when I was a freshman. I distinctly remember watching the flick because it was made on a budget of $900 dollars (take that Clerks!) and I remember it been really good. This was right around the time when I was deciding I wanted to make movies sometime in the future (more on that later, I'm sure) and seeing it done, and done well, for so cheap by someone I had a vague connection too was pretty radical. Anyway we rapped (for the square - talked, chatted, spoke) for a bit before I had to leave and I told him I intended to pick up a copy of the flick once I got a chance. Hopefully I'll do that soon and see if it holds up.
Around 2:15 I left school and drove to the doctor's office near my house for an appointment. On the way home I noticed that a billboard I read every day on my way home had suddenly been replaced. I wouldn't say it had been my favorite billboard, but I had always noticed it and often mused about it between the time I passed it and then time I got to the stoplight no more than five hundred yards down the road. The billboard had a picture of two women embracing and looking sad, if memory serves me right. It read "My friend has mental illness". The words "my friend has me" was in white font and the rest in red. Presumably this was done so the message of "My friend has me" would stand out because the billboard was about supporting friends who are fucked up in the head, or something. And yet this always caught my attention and the first thing I would register were the words "ntal illness". It took me two or three days worth of driving passed that billboard to finally realize the actual message of the white letters. What does that say about me? On the surface it says I'm drawn to the color red more than the color white or at worst I'm a little retarded, but what if it has deeper meaning? What if the fact that I always zero in on "ntal illness" is a mild test of character that I failed? Every time I went "what the fuck does ntal illness mean?" someone somewhere was shaking their head. Or maybe it was just a billboard. Probably that.
I also stopped and put gas in my tank for the first time in eleven days. I had used my car daily for eleven days, starting at a full tank, and whittled it down to an eighth of a tank of gas. I told the guy to fill 'er up and when all was said and done my car had taken in $17.44 worth of gas. I'm at a full tank again and that will last me anywhere from a week to two weeks depending on how much I drive. Now, my friends tend to joke and call my little Kia Rio a matchbox car or a baby car or such, but fuck it dude, if I spend less than twenty bucks every other week on gas, do you know how much money that's going to leave me for coke and whores? Lots man, lots. Expensive coke and cheap whores, naturally.
As I was walking in to the doctor's office I walked by a car and inside that car an elderly Asian women was sleeping soundly in the passenger's seat. That was a strange sight.
Once I was in the doctor's office I sat in the lobby for about five minutes reading (One Flew Over The Cuckoo's Nest, for the curious) before being called back. I got my weight taken and I've lost nine pounds since I was last weight. I knew I'd been slimming down, but that's a pretty big loss, right? I haven't dieted or anything, I've just cut soda and gatorade almost entirely out of my diet. I'm considering cutting out most snacks next to see where that takes me, but I've never been one to sacrifice goodies just to improve my looks. For my health yes, but my appearance, no. Maybe I'll just start throwing up after meals instead.
As for the doctor encounter itself, I had a young guy. He seemed like a dick at first but warmed up after a little bit, without losing that slight edge of "I'm a doctor, therefore superior" attitude. Luckily I don't have swine flu or the much more deadly strep throat, just a minor viral infection which I usually get about once a year. My brother has a ruptured ear drum. Neither of us is in serious condition. Once the visit was done I bolted, leaving my mom to settle all the paperwork and such. When I got home I talked to my sister in law (or at least, she should be. Due to barbaric laws defining marriage as between a man and women, my sister and her partner aren't allowed to tie the knot. Criminal.) for a little bit on the phone. She's a chatterbox, but really very cool.
Now I'm blogging. Actually now I'm finishin blogging so I can go shower, eat some pizza, write, and watch Rescue Me at ten. Stay classy.
I woke up feeling shitty and expecting to feel shitty all day because I had felt shitty yesterday. I took some ibuprofen and figured I'd tough out the school day. I ended up feeling great all day, for which I have to give some (if not most) of the credit to my gym teacher doing a Yoga Unit while we're stuck in doors all week due to rain. Originally I wasn't going to do yoga but then I figured what could it hurt and man, I'm glad I don't subscribe to that masculine idea of staying in the gym and pelting balls at each other (for something so masculine, it sounds really homoerotic, doesn't it?). I learned a few easy and relaxing stretching techniques and fuck man, do I feel limber and loose and all around good. If you're reading this, go try some basic Yoga, you'll feel stoked.
Later on I had a sub (stitute teacher, not the sandwich) who I recognized as the brother of a dude I used to know before he graduated. This wouldn't be all that interesting except for the fact that not only did I know his brother, I had seen a movie this guy made way back when I was a freshman. I distinctly remember watching the flick because it was made on a budget of $900 dollars (take that Clerks!) and I remember it been really good. This was right around the time when I was deciding I wanted to make movies sometime in the future (more on that later, I'm sure) and seeing it done, and done well, for so cheap by someone I had a vague connection too was pretty radical. Anyway we rapped (for the square - talked, chatted, spoke) for a bit before I had to leave and I told him I intended to pick up a copy of the flick once I got a chance. Hopefully I'll do that soon and see if it holds up.
Around 2:15 I left school and drove to the doctor's office near my house for an appointment. On the way home I noticed that a billboard I read every day on my way home had suddenly been replaced. I wouldn't say it had been my favorite billboard, but I had always noticed it and often mused about it between the time I passed it and then time I got to the stoplight no more than five hundred yards down the road. The billboard had a picture of two women embracing and looking sad, if memory serves me right. It read "My friend has mental illness". The words "my friend has me" was in white font and the rest in red. Presumably this was done so the message of "My friend has me" would stand out because the billboard was about supporting friends who are fucked up in the head, or something. And yet this always caught my attention and the first thing I would register were the words "ntal illness". It took me two or three days worth of driving passed that billboard to finally realize the actual message of the white letters. What does that say about me? On the surface it says I'm drawn to the color red more than the color white or at worst I'm a little retarded, but what if it has deeper meaning? What if the fact that I always zero in on "ntal illness" is a mild test of character that I failed? Every time I went "what the fuck does ntal illness mean?" someone somewhere was shaking their head. Or maybe it was just a billboard. Probably that.
I also stopped and put gas in my tank for the first time in eleven days. I had used my car daily for eleven days, starting at a full tank, and whittled it down to an eighth of a tank of gas. I told the guy to fill 'er up and when all was said and done my car had taken in $17.44 worth of gas. I'm at a full tank again and that will last me anywhere from a week to two weeks depending on how much I drive. Now, my friends tend to joke and call my little Kia Rio a matchbox car or a baby car or such, but fuck it dude, if I spend less than twenty bucks every other week on gas, do you know how much money that's going to leave me for coke and whores? Lots man, lots. Expensive coke and cheap whores, naturally.
As I was walking in to the doctor's office I walked by a car and inside that car an elderly Asian women was sleeping soundly in the passenger's seat. That was a strange sight.
Once I was in the doctor's office I sat in the lobby for about five minutes reading (One Flew Over The Cuckoo's Nest, for the curious) before being called back. I got my weight taken and I've lost nine pounds since I was last weight. I knew I'd been slimming down, but that's a pretty big loss, right? I haven't dieted or anything, I've just cut soda and gatorade almost entirely out of my diet. I'm considering cutting out most snacks next to see where that takes me, but I've never been one to sacrifice goodies just to improve my looks. For my health yes, but my appearance, no. Maybe I'll just start throwing up after meals instead.
As for the doctor encounter itself, I had a young guy. He seemed like a dick at first but warmed up after a little bit, without losing that slight edge of "I'm a doctor, therefore superior" attitude. Luckily I don't have swine flu or the much more deadly strep throat, just a minor viral infection which I usually get about once a year. My brother has a ruptured ear drum. Neither of us is in serious condition. Once the visit was done I bolted, leaving my mom to settle all the paperwork and such. When I got home I talked to my sister in law (or at least, she should be. Due to barbaric laws defining marriage as between a man and women, my sister and her partner aren't allowed to tie the knot. Criminal.) for a little bit on the phone. She's a chatterbox, but really very cool.
Now I'm blogging. Actually now I'm finishin blogging so I can go shower, eat some pizza, write, and watch Rescue Me at ten. Stay classy.
Monday, May 4, 2009
and we drank some, yeah we always do
Today I got home from school after a long day of feeling like shit (swine flu! spring 09!) and went right to sleep for a few hours. When I woke up I checked my myspace because like everyone else in the world, I totally suck. I was surprised to find I had a friend request. I was particularly excited about this friend request because it was, from the looks of the default picture, a really hot girl. So I added the girl and immediately went to check out her pictures. To my surprise...and dismay...this girl wasn't what I had expected. It's not that she had the "angles' going or anything (fuck man, I hate the "angles" and I'm sure I'll blog about that at some point). She actually had a much worse problem. This problem is the strange and often more terrifying cousin to the butherface phenomenon (I'll blog my hatred of that one day too). This girl...had crazy fucking eyes. And I don't mean "crazy" in the sense of "wow her eyes are crazy intense, but in a cool way". I mean FUCKING CRAZY. "We'll go on one date and she'll profess her love and when I don't call her back she'll find me and cut me" crazy. Cuh-fucking-razy. The worst part is that crazy eyes are always, always paired with rocking bodies like this girl had. Anyway, I tried to rationalize her obvious insanity or future insanity by telling myself something like "Well hey man, maybe she has a sensitivity to camera flashes and her eyes open super wide." I wasn't buying it any more than you are but I decided to give it a shot and commented her with something generic like "Thanks for the add pretty lady...do I know you?" cause I'm smooth and at the same time wanted to know who the hell she was.
Fast forward to about ten minutes ago. I'm reading my friend Brad's new blog (because he's a pussy who followed the trend I set after I followed the trend Shawn set after he followed the trend a lot of other people set. Hi Brad!) and he tells an anecdote about getting an add from a girl who looked hot in her profile picture but ended up not being hot and how much that situation tends to suck. He also talks about how he went to explain the situation to a friend (ten bucks says it was Kev) and went to show him the girl's myspace...which was nowhere to be found. That's right, she was gone from his friends list. (That's the jist of what he wrote. Go to http://howfuckingcool.blogspot.com/2009/05/beat-dem-cheeks.html for the rest. Waz good?)
So I IM Brad and say, and I qoute, "Was that girl's name Nichole by any chance?". He exclaims "Yes!". I say "She had crazy fucking eyes right?" and he frantically exlaims "Yes! Yes! Yes!". We've obviously been hoodwinked by the same malevolent force of nature. Out of curiousity I went to check my friends list and sure enough, she was FUCKING GONE! I know what you're thinking. You're thinking "whoa now man, you used caps lock twice in this blog" but this is a serious a fucking issue. This girl was obviously an Agent of Satan and frankly I'm a little concerned as to whether or not my soul has been stolen.
Ladies, the moral of this story is...stop fucking with us. If you're bad looking just be bad looking in your myspace default. If you're a total nut make one of the pictures that makes that clear your default. And if you're hot, tell me how much my blogging makes you wanna suck my dick.
See ya next time. <3
P.S. - The Chariot is fucking terrible.
Fast forward to about ten minutes ago. I'm reading my friend Brad's new blog (because he's a pussy who followed the trend I set after I followed the trend Shawn set after he followed the trend a lot of other people set. Hi Brad!) and he tells an anecdote about getting an add from a girl who looked hot in her profile picture but ended up not being hot and how much that situation tends to suck. He also talks about how he went to explain the situation to a friend (ten bucks says it was Kev) and went to show him the girl's myspace...which was nowhere to be found. That's right, she was gone from his friends list. (That's the jist of what he wrote. Go to http://howfuckingcool.blogspot.com/2009/05/beat-dem-cheeks.html for the rest. Waz good?)
So I IM Brad and say, and I qoute, "Was that girl's name Nichole by any chance?". He exclaims "Yes!". I say "She had crazy fucking eyes right?" and he frantically exlaims "Yes! Yes! Yes!". We've obviously been hoodwinked by the same malevolent force of nature. Out of curiousity I went to check my friends list and sure enough, she was FUCKING GONE! I know what you're thinking. You're thinking "whoa now man, you used caps lock twice in this blog" but this is a serious a fucking issue. This girl was obviously an Agent of Satan and frankly I'm a little concerned as to whether or not my soul has been stolen.
Ladies, the moral of this story is...stop fucking with us. If you're bad looking just be bad looking in your myspace default. If you're a total nut make one of the pictures that makes that clear your default. And if you're hot, tell me how much my blogging makes you wanna suck my dick.
See ya next time. <3
P.S. - The Chariot is fucking terrible.
Sunday, May 3, 2009
Is it too hot to dance? Nah, we rocksteady.
I broke two hundred pages on my "book" today, so I thought I'd celebrate this writing accomplishment by doing more writing. I had a pretty good weekend. I saw X-Men Origins: Wolverine twice and despite the obvious plotholes, bad effects, and weird place they went with my favorite Marvel character (Deadpool)...I dug it. It's a brainless action flick about a dude with claws that pop out of his hands, and Will.I.Am plays a teleporter who wears a cowboy hat (all.the.fucking.time.). Sure it could've been a lot better, but I didn't go in expecting No Country For Old Men, you know?
What else...I saw Oh, Savannah's first show on Saturday, which was pretty dope. Youtube that shit. After they played and another few bands played my friends Kev and Conor accompanied me on an adventure to a Thai restaurant. This was my first Thai dining experience, Kev's too, and Conor's second. It was probably the best tasting worst decision I have ever made. I ate spicy rice made spicier by a variety of spices...confused yet? The waitress was a real cutie and I ended up giving her Conor's number because he needs to get laid. I figure she won't call. Today I just hung out with my grandma and after I took her home I laid around, writing, reading and watching movies. It was a quiet day, all in all.
The other day I asked a girl I kinda dig to hang out and she responded "hah, maybe" but with a smiley face so I assumed that she was just playfully being coy. A little later I went back to that and asked when she would be free. She told me she was busy this week, and the next week "but maybe sometime after that." Now that kind of bummed me out. Don't get me wrong, its entirely possible this girl has the next two weeks of her life planned out and she'll get to me in due time. It's also entirely possible that she was just trying to let me down gently instead of just going "look dude, I don't want to go on what may or may not be a date with you". I would complain and say I'd rather she be upfront, but if I were in that situation I would probably try and be nice about it too. I guess maybe I'll see in a few weeks.
Meanwhile, there is this other girl I'm kind of in to and she's a completely different brand of elusive. She seems interested enough, and we've made tenative plans to hang out, but she also seems to constantly have some kind of guy troubles and I'm wondering if I'm getting mixed signals or if I'm getting the correct signals but for some reason or another I'm going to end up just another in a long line of failures. Maybe she's just casting a wide net and catching a bunch of bad dudes, and I'll either swoop in and be the exception to the rule or just more proof of the rule. Casting a wide net in to the relationship pool is something I can relate to. I guess we'll have to see on that one too.
I think it'd be interested if either of them stumbled across this blog. Don't get me wrong, I'm not saying anything bad about them, far from it. Both of these girls are beautiful and seem like really awesome gals. I just think they might take offense to me making assumptions about their intentions, but in the end I really don't care because what else is there to do?
What else...I saw Oh, Savannah's first show on Saturday, which was pretty dope. Youtube that shit. After they played and another few bands played my friends Kev and Conor accompanied me on an adventure to a Thai restaurant. This was my first Thai dining experience, Kev's too, and Conor's second. It was probably the best tasting worst decision I have ever made. I ate spicy rice made spicier by a variety of spices...confused yet? The waitress was a real cutie and I ended up giving her Conor's number because he needs to get laid. I figure she won't call. Today I just hung out with my grandma and after I took her home I laid around, writing, reading and watching movies. It was a quiet day, all in all.
The other day I asked a girl I kinda dig to hang out and she responded "hah, maybe" but with a smiley face so I assumed that she was just playfully being coy. A little later I went back to that and asked when she would be free. She told me she was busy this week, and the next week "but maybe sometime after that." Now that kind of bummed me out. Don't get me wrong, its entirely possible this girl has the next two weeks of her life planned out and she'll get to me in due time. It's also entirely possible that she was just trying to let me down gently instead of just going "look dude, I don't want to go on what may or may not be a date with you". I would complain and say I'd rather she be upfront, but if I were in that situation I would probably try and be nice about it too. I guess maybe I'll see in a few weeks.
Meanwhile, there is this other girl I'm kind of in to and she's a completely different brand of elusive. She seems interested enough, and we've made tenative plans to hang out, but she also seems to constantly have some kind of guy troubles and I'm wondering if I'm getting mixed signals or if I'm getting the correct signals but for some reason or another I'm going to end up just another in a long line of failures. Maybe she's just casting a wide net and catching a bunch of bad dudes, and I'll either swoop in and be the exception to the rule or just more proof of the rule. Casting a wide net in to the relationship pool is something I can relate to. I guess we'll have to see on that one too.
I think it'd be interested if either of them stumbled across this blog. Don't get me wrong, I'm not saying anything bad about them, far from it. Both of these girls are beautiful and seem like really awesome gals. I just think they might take offense to me making assumptions about their intentions, but in the end I really don't care because what else is there to do?
Wednesday, April 29, 2009
And bring your stupid friends along.
So I have a buddy named Shawn, and he got himself a blog a while back. It's a pretty sweet blog (www.forestfrolic.blogspot.com) and will most likely be updated a lot more frequently than this one. Shawn was the one who told me I should get a blog and I gave him some half hearted excuse about wanting to finish the book I'm writing first (yeah yeah yeah. That isn't bragging, in fact I'm going to try to avoid mentioning it as much as possible. I don't dig the whole "yeah i'm writing a book thing" since I'm in high school and might seem like a douche, but when you're writing a story and it's two hundred pages and counting...it's kind of a book right? right.) so that I didn't cross any creativity wires and cause either product to be lame. But then I got in a real rant-mode on myspace and for the thousanth time over realized how lame ranting on myspace is, even if what you're saying makes sense. Nobody gives a shit. Not that a blog is going to be any better, especially since I probably won't tell anyone I have it, but you catch my drift. Myspace is for birds. So I decided to start one of these things up. Anyway so since Shawn is the inspiration for this venture, lets give him a round of applause. Okay, okay, good? I was thinking of just not telling Shawn I was doing this for like four months or something and then casually dropping the link, but chances are I'll probably just give him the link as soon as I publish this post. Fuck it.
Actually it isn't all Shawn (sorry bro), a few people have asked why I don't blog. Aside from nobody giving a damn, there are a few reasons. First off, the excuse I gave Shawn is sort of true. I just don't know if i'll have enough content to keep this thing going regularly. Also I'm something of a luddite in the sense that I'm usually terrible out of touch with the latest techno-trend. I just found out what Twitter was about two weeks ago and I still think its kind of dumb. Of course I'm bound to end up with a twitter account six months down the line when nobody tweets anymore. I got a xanga about half a decade ago (holy shit I've existed for nearly two decades!) but only after the trend had passed. I was late to the myspace trend but surprisingly that one has stuck around. I flat out refuse to get a Facebook and if I ever do you know I've been bodysnatched or some really cute fuckin girl told me I should get one. I'm also on a message board or two but apparently those are still only for nerds. Ah well, 2010 might be the year for that, ya?
Okay, well, that's about it. Uhm, today I antagonized a couple of my friends, watched half of Inside Man, and played golf. I was like twenty over par but still did well considering I have the upper arm strength and coordination of a blind paper mache crane. The machine and the bird. My ex girlfriend looked super fine and I had to avoid looking at her for all of the one class I have with her. (I actually have two, but I only go to one of them). I got spoiled about X-Men Origins Wolverine but its cool cause I'm a spoiler whore and as a comic book nerd I'm contractually obligated to go see it on Friday. Saturday is Oh, Savannah's first show, in Easton at the Quadrant. For the clueless and strangers who stumbled upon this via google, that isn't my band. It's my band's band. They're sick. They've also never been to Savannah.
That's it. See you in six months when I post exciting blog entry number two! Hoorah.
Actually it isn't all Shawn (sorry bro), a few people have asked why I don't blog. Aside from nobody giving a damn, there are a few reasons. First off, the excuse I gave Shawn is sort of true. I just don't know if i'll have enough content to keep this thing going regularly. Also I'm something of a luddite in the sense that I'm usually terrible out of touch with the latest techno-trend. I just found out what Twitter was about two weeks ago and I still think its kind of dumb. Of course I'm bound to end up with a twitter account six months down the line when nobody tweets anymore. I got a xanga about half a decade ago (holy shit I've existed for nearly two decades!) but only after the trend had passed. I was late to the myspace trend but surprisingly that one has stuck around. I flat out refuse to get a Facebook and if I ever do you know I've been bodysnatched or some really cute fuckin girl told me I should get one. I'm also on a message board or two but apparently those are still only for nerds. Ah well, 2010 might be the year for that, ya?
Okay, well, that's about it. Uhm, today I antagonized a couple of my friends, watched half of Inside Man, and played golf. I was like twenty over par but still did well considering I have the upper arm strength and coordination of a blind paper mache crane. The machine and the bird. My ex girlfriend looked super fine and I had to avoid looking at her for all of the one class I have with her. (I actually have two, but I only go to one of them). I got spoiled about X-Men Origins Wolverine but its cool cause I'm a spoiler whore and as a comic book nerd I'm contractually obligated to go see it on Friday. Saturday is Oh, Savannah's first show, in Easton at the Quadrant. For the clueless and strangers who stumbled upon this via google, that isn't my band. It's my band's band. They're sick. They've also never been to Savannah.
That's it. See you in six months when I post exciting blog entry number two! Hoorah.
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