how amazing the Half Blood Prince was.
The best parts all involved Malfoy. That was some heavy shit.
I should be seeing it again soon, maybe next paycheck. Any takers for round two?
Tuesday, July 28, 2009
Tuesday, July 21, 2009
Wednesday, July 15, 2009
to write freely part one
I should be sleeping but I turned around instead. I thought I could make it on foot. My thighs start to ache with restlessness. I want to run and feel my soles slap against pavement and tar until the arches of my feet are ripped and ridged.
I think it's about time you came driving back now. I saw you stocked up on gas tanks and water bottles, so when are you leaving, just tell me, I only want to know, and I'm not going to try to stop you. If you go, I will watch you leave. I will pack a cooler and make a sandwich and knit a sweater. I am there with you when your exhaust pipe puffs its last gasp of Floridian air. But I hope you have to guts to follow through. It's an open road out there, and it stretches for miles and weeks at that, and time is something that disappears when your money runs out.
So I pressed my ear to the ground to hear the tires squeak against the gravel. I love the sound of leaving, when life is beginning again. I'm happy when the light is fading and when my skin looks pale because the stars are few under these orange streetlamps and smog.
This is what life is going to be like now. It's going to keep going, and it's not going to stop. With every year that goes by, I wonder how I made it this far. I don't think it's going to be this way forever but it's hard to believe that something is going to change when it never does. Now I know this drum will beat my heart to death.
The sky faded into an opaque eggshell white, and I watched the sun dip beneath the ground. I wondered how hot it gets under there. I saw the road stretch into sand and roll on its back, and the spine of the freeway was buzzing, letting go of everything it once held on to, because what does the road have to worry about, what should the road have to love? It can just keep going. I
And I wish I could keep going. I feel like this is a pitstop a resting place a hospice a vacation home I want to get out of here but no one cares. I want to live life continuously and fearlessly. And I want to believe that my life is all there is and that there is nothing to live for after I die. But I know the truth, and that's why I feel that I must change. I don't want to, though, that's the truth.
If I have to be completely honest here it's to say that nothing is ever going to be the same for me. I don't want to know anyone just like they don't want to know me. I don't care to know what you are really going to be like because i know it's something I won't like, possibly something horrible.
But maybe if I was getting hurt, my life would be more interesting. Maybe if you hit me, it would make me feel alive. I guess it's sick to say, but I like it when my heart is hurting in someone else's hands. At least then I can show someone and tell them I am not in control of this. Bad things are going to happen to me, and that's the way it's going to be forever. I think it should be a profession to feel sorry for oneself because I think we all do it so convincingly.
But then I think, what do we really have to be afraid of? What in life has been as good as this? I know I have had it worse, and although at times you are just like the others with the way you look at me, I can see what you really want and who you really are. Yes, I know my mouth is big, I talk so much, I talk too damn much, and I should keep my mouth shut if I ever know what's good for me, and I need to sit on my hands to stop twitching my feet and moving my wrists and cracking my knuckles because everyone is going to see, sooner or later, that I'm not as like them as they think. I don't know how I blend in with the rest of society when I know exactly what I stand for and that the way I act is the exact opposite.
It's getting kind of late. This is how I am, but that doesn't mean I can live with it. I wonder when the self absorption will stop and if we'll ever stop feeling sorry for ourselves, and if I will always have to apologize for wasting everybody's time.
I think it's about time you came driving back now. I saw you stocked up on gas tanks and water bottles, so when are you leaving, just tell me, I only want to know, and I'm not going to try to stop you. If you go, I will watch you leave. I will pack a cooler and make a sandwich and knit a sweater. I am there with you when your exhaust pipe puffs its last gasp of Floridian air. But I hope you have to guts to follow through. It's an open road out there, and it stretches for miles and weeks at that, and time is something that disappears when your money runs out.
So I pressed my ear to the ground to hear the tires squeak against the gravel. I love the sound of leaving, when life is beginning again. I'm happy when the light is fading and when my skin looks pale because the stars are few under these orange streetlamps and smog.
This is what life is going to be like now. It's going to keep going, and it's not going to stop. With every year that goes by, I wonder how I made it this far. I don't think it's going to be this way forever but it's hard to believe that something is going to change when it never does. Now I know this drum will beat my heart to death.
The sky faded into an opaque eggshell white, and I watched the sun dip beneath the ground. I wondered how hot it gets under there. I saw the road stretch into sand and roll on its back, and the spine of the freeway was buzzing, letting go of everything it once held on to, because what does the road have to worry about, what should the road have to love? It can just keep going. I
And I wish I could keep going. I feel like this is a pitstop a resting place a hospice a vacation home I want to get out of here but no one cares. I want to live life continuously and fearlessly. And I want to believe that my life is all there is and that there is nothing to live for after I die. But I know the truth, and that's why I feel that I must change. I don't want to, though, that's the truth.
If I have to be completely honest here it's to say that nothing is ever going to be the same for me. I don't want to know anyone just like they don't want to know me. I don't care to know what you are really going to be like because i know it's something I won't like, possibly something horrible.
But maybe if I was getting hurt, my life would be more interesting. Maybe if you hit me, it would make me feel alive. I guess it's sick to say, but I like it when my heart is hurting in someone else's hands. At least then I can show someone and tell them I am not in control of this. Bad things are going to happen to me, and that's the way it's going to be forever. I think it should be a profession to feel sorry for oneself because I think we all do it so convincingly.
But then I think, what do we really have to be afraid of? What in life has been as good as this? I know I have had it worse, and although at times you are just like the others with the way you look at me, I can see what you really want and who you really are. Yes, I know my mouth is big, I talk so much, I talk too damn much, and I should keep my mouth shut if I ever know what's good for me, and I need to sit on my hands to stop twitching my feet and moving my wrists and cracking my knuckles because everyone is going to see, sooner or later, that I'm not as like them as they think. I don't know how I blend in with the rest of society when I know exactly what I stand for and that the way I act is the exact opposite.
It's getting kind of late. This is how I am, but that doesn't mean I can live with it. I wonder when the self absorption will stop and if we'll ever stop feeling sorry for ourselves, and if I will always have to apologize for wasting everybody's time.
Monday, July 13, 2009
Who else noticed this
If Kenny G cut his hair, he might actually be more good looking than I would usually assume.
Oh, he might have to straighten his hair, too.
This has proved to be true for Michael Bolton:
BEFORE (ew):
AFTER:
TO DO LIST v. 2.0
1) Take Jonah on a walk.
2) Get a tan.
3) Get unicycle for hot dog eating contest.
4) Spray cactus.
5) Kill all resident coyotes.
2) Get a tan.
3) Get unicycle for hot dog eating contest.
4) Spray cactus.
5) Kill all resident coyotes.
Tuesday, July 7, 2009
Lindsay Lohan's Blog
Well, I found this interesting beat poetry left in a comment on Lindsay Lohan's Myspace blog by a guy named Alfred. It reads:
man, what a day, waht a wk, wat a month. gota slow down. gowing to fast for god only knows wat. load the dishwasher twice a wk. eat, cook, crap, etc. wat for. garbage ('programmed' news inclusive) on tube. ca'nt aford a radio for to listen to covered choco peanuts. rats is funny. fuck, its almost summer and already scum tween nuts..she can have her aloha, me works to pay doctor etc then save money to go bang one in thais (oops). what a waste of space....think i'll go dick his murkiness et al. and then go to service on sunday for to have a funny guy tell me the hole worlds cool, don't worry be happy, we's all gonna die anyway, and if it feels good, fucking do it! what a life. methinks somethins missing (or should i say, somethin there that shouldn't be!!!!!!!(.(.(...
I think this excerpt speaks for itself.
man, what a day, waht a wk, wat a month. gota slow down. gowing to fast for god only knows wat. load the dishwasher twice a wk. eat, cook, crap, etc. wat for. garbage ('programmed' news inclusive) on tube. ca'nt aford a radio for to listen to covered choco peanuts. rats is funny. fuck, its almost summer and already scum tween nuts..she can have her aloha, me works to pay doctor etc then save money to go bang one in thais (oops). what a waste of space....think i'll go dick his murkiness et al. and then go to service on sunday for to have a funny guy tell me the hole worlds cool, don't worry be happy, we's all gonna die anyway, and if it feels good, fucking do it! what a life. methinks somethins missing (or should i say, somethin there that shouldn't be!!!!!!!(.(.(...
I think this excerpt speaks for itself.
Thursday, July 2, 2009
Wednesday, July 1, 2009
you know what's strange?
It's interesting to me that in my home town, a decent amount of people thought I was cool and were always down to chill with me, but in my new town, I pretty much don't exist beyond the minds of a select few. Maybe it's not a bad thing, but I do miss having friends and not being the weirdo from California.
It's also strange how that can be reversed. Someone can be the shit in whatever new life they have created for themselves, but when they go back home, they are still nobody.
However, I think I would prefer the latter, but the grass is always greener, isn't it?
It's also strange how that can be reversed. Someone can be the shit in whatever new life they have created for themselves, but when they go back home, they are still nobody.
However, I think I would prefer the latter, but the grass is always greener, isn't it?
FREE ROMAN KOSULIN
Now, normally when Roman gets locked up, I usually assume it's going to be good for him and his lawbreaking ways, but it seems this is a more serious matter. Apparently, Roman is Santa Clara County's "most prolific tagger in recent memory" and has been arrested on 11 counts of felony vandalism. I'm not sure how he got caught, or if I support his illegal activity, but I do know I don't want him in prison!! Who's with me?
Tuesday, June 30, 2009
Monday, June 29, 2009
This is why I'm different.
I find symbolism and underlying language throughout everything in the world. I consider daily events to be acts of God and eventual conclusions to be the will of God. I understand certain things to be ways with which he communicates with me and find his messages in every circumstance. I realize that I have a theological standpoint when it comes to much of my train of thought. Everything eventually leads back to God, his will, his word, and the question of what truth is, and how my definition separates me from almost everyone I associate with. So every time I think that I'm failing as a Christian, I can reassure myself that maybe if what I believe about Jesus is enough to make me feel like a social outcast, then I might just be on the right track.
Sunday, June 28, 2009
It's been a rough week
some "highlights" of the past seven days spawning my current existentialism has me wondering...


...does our immortality end with our physical life?

Certainly not.
RIP
...does our immortality end with our physical life?
Certainly not.
RIP
Friday, June 26, 2009
Monday, June 15, 2009
Feeling entirely uninspired as of late, but I thought I'd drop some quick shit.
a) Subway's cool.
b) School sucks, but I have B's, so it's all good.
c) Had the flu, now I don't.
d) Some songs you should download:
1. Blonde Redhead--Top Ranking
2. Loro--Pinback
3. Summer Skin--Death Cab for Cutie
4. Hit the Wall--Broken Social Scene presents Brendan Canning
5. The Only Moment We Were Alone--Explosions in the Sky.
see ya
a) Subway's cool.
b) School sucks, but I have B's, so it's all good.
c) Had the flu, now I don't.
d) Some songs you should download:
1. Blonde Redhead--Top Ranking
2. Loro--Pinback
3. Summer Skin--Death Cab for Cutie
4. Hit the Wall--Broken Social Scene presents Brendan Canning
5. The Only Moment We Were Alone--Explosions in the Sky.
see ya
Sunday, June 14, 2009
Monday, June 8, 2009
I got rid of my old life
and got a new one.
A new life where it's worth it to stay up until five in the morning and go to work with few hours of sleep
worth abandoning everything you once held in the highest of esteems
worth isolating yourself and ignoring phone calls

The Sims 3. Totally worth (what was once) your life.
A new life where it's worth it to stay up until five in the morning and go to work with few hours of sleep
worth abandoning everything you once held in the highest of esteems
worth isolating yourself and ignoring phone calls
The Sims 3. Totally worth (what was once) your life.
Labels:
news,
sociopaths,
the sims,
weed-related consequences
Thursday, June 4, 2009
who could ask for a better cd than this?
Okay, this is really embarrassing, but here is an old review I wrote on amazon.com, totally available to the common public, about Linkin Park's CD Hybrid Theory.
It's just...really lame. So lame. It makes me kinda want to die, but I couldn't not post it. I was 13, by the way.
"This CD is so great, words can not describe it! If you love hard rock with a bit of alternitive, tons of music, and meaningful lyrics, this is one great CD for you. I remember how I used to be a pop junkie, trying to get my hands on any and every BSB cd out there. I was watching MTV and One Step Closer came on. I couldn't believe it. I was hooked after that. After I got Hybrid Theory, it was like a revalation. I couldn't believe it, this was real music. Raw talent. No Nsync memeber could do that. It was unbelievable. I never put it on stop. I listned to it every chance I could get. A few of my favorite tracks are Papercut, In The End, Crawling, Points of Authority, and Runaway. I loved everything though. Nothing could ever compare to this CD. If anything was better than this, I would die in shock. Pop music doesn't even come close. Never have I seen such talent, such passion, and such MUSIC! Sorry, BSB, but you don't stand a chance."
I don't even know what to say for myself except that at least I stopped listening to the Backstreet Boys.
It's just...really lame. So lame. It makes me kinda want to die, but I couldn't not post it. I was 13, by the way.
"This CD is so great, words can not describe it! If you love hard rock with a bit of alternitive, tons of music, and meaningful lyrics, this is one great CD for you. I remember how I used to be a pop junkie, trying to get my hands on any and every BSB cd out there. I was watching MTV and One Step Closer came on. I couldn't believe it. I was hooked after that. After I got Hybrid Theory, it was like a revalation. I couldn't believe it, this was real music. Raw talent. No Nsync memeber could do that. It was unbelievable. I never put it on stop. I listned to it every chance I could get. A few of my favorite tracks are Papercut, In The End, Crawling, Points of Authority, and Runaway. I loved everything though. Nothing could ever compare to this CD. If anything was better than this, I would die in shock. Pop music doesn't even come close. Never have I seen such talent, such passion, and such MUSIC! Sorry, BSB, but you don't stand a chance."
I don't even know what to say for myself except that at least I stopped listening to the Backstreet Boys.
all of my favorite people in one music video
hahahahaha
lil wayne needs a haircut in my opinion, but he's an awesome pantomimer.
Monday, June 1, 2009
WHAT
IS GOING ON PEOPLE
Interesting day out on the field. I discovered two eukaryotes reaaalllyyy into some shit.
Anyways, new poll. That's about it. Haven't had many thoughts of relevance, but thought I should break it down anyways.
1)
2)
3)
4)
5)
Interesting day out on the field. I discovered two eukaryotes reaaalllyyy into some shit.
Anyways, new poll. That's about it. Haven't had many thoughts of relevance, but thought I should break it down anyways.
1)
2)
3)
4)
5)
Wednesday, May 27, 2009
Tuesday, May 26, 2009
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)
