The first guitar I bought is oddly shaped. Because of this, I am treated to a gouging of the chest by one of the slightly sharp edges of the guitar.
Something smells like lotion... or poison. I don't think the whole lotion smells lasts 4 hours, but i don't know much about lotions. So i think I'm smelling poison. Maybe i should close my window.
See how my shift key doesn't work? It's that, and a combination of me forgetting to use it that caused those lower case i's up there. I remember a poem I had to read in high school. The author talked about getting a nickel everytime something bad happened to him and he would purposely leave his I's as lowercase i's. I had to retype it and it was the most frustrating thing ever, because Word thinks it's so smart that it corrects things for you. So, every time this guy referred to himself in the first person, I had type it twice. Once to get it in there, then another time to correct the correction. My analysis on the poem would consist of something about the author viewing himself as a lesser being, not even worthy of the upper case I, and some other stuff i forget.
If it were up to me, my I's would be even more upper than the upper case I. For example:
I
That's stupid. That's as big of an I that I can make.
Thursday, July 31, 2008
Wednesday, July 30, 2008
i vs. I
somebody is excited today or something. you know who you are and what you did. it's not a bad thing. but your excitement was showing. but what do i know. the only part that i saw was rather frenzied. and i have no idea what that really means.
Perhaps, if my shift key would like to cooperate, i should begin typing in a very proper manner. The sort of typing which is suitable for publishing.
I still don't get what makes an ad "effective," but I'm supposed to write about it. I've been under the impression that an effective ad is one that gets you to look at it. Maybe I'm somewhat on the right track, but i need to add in something about the ad being memorable. Something like that. I don't know. This whole thing is a mess to me.
Perhaps, if my shift key would like to cooperate, i should begin typing in a very proper manner. The sort of typing which is suitable for publishing.
I still don't get what makes an ad "effective," but I'm supposed to write about it. I've been under the impression that an effective ad is one that gets you to look at it. Maybe I'm somewhat on the right track, but i need to add in something about the ad being memorable. Something like that. I don't know. This whole thing is a mess to me.
Tuesday, July 29, 2008
earthquake.
finally. a stupid earthquake. and a good one. i don't think too many people got hurt. and it looks like most of our structures are still around. win. win. win. i win because i enjoyed the ride and also resolved a conflict in the process. but i thought it was a large truck at first. the house tends to shake when a rather large truck comes by at the right speed. but then it was like holy shit. this is no truck. or the truck must've smashed into something and started vibrating. and then i realized it was an earthquake. and then i thought about diving under the desk. i was pretty upset though. it was lunch time. and you know what would've been really awful.. is if you were on the toilet. because i was looking at the fish tank afterward. and all it was splashing around in this really uncontrolled manner. the fish were even more wide eyed than usual. something you don't do is stir up the toilet water. especially if something's in it. there was once a time when i stirred up the toilet water when nothing was in it. it was fascinating because i was like 2 or something.
you.
dig.
it.
the most.
you.
dig.
it.
the most.
Monday, July 28, 2008
yeah.. NO!
i don't know what to say. and i don't feel like thinking about stuff to say.
i'll just say this. i've been listening to a lot of french pop from the 60's.
and right when i find a song with lots of tremolo to take advantage of this fancy pedal. my guitar string breaks.
?
i'll just say this. i've been listening to a lot of french pop from the 60's.
and right when i find a song with lots of tremolo to take advantage of this fancy pedal. my guitar string breaks.
?
Sunday, July 27, 2008
'withdrawal'
what did i tell my mom?
'it must've been opium withdrawals.. where's my opium?'
after she asked why i felt sick yesterday.
and then..
'if the machine starts to smoke that means it's working and i'll grab my opium pipe and smoke it.'
after she wanted to know if i could show her how to work some tivo-like recording device.
but seriously.. if yesterday's feeling cold when it's hot was somehow connected to withdrawal symptoms.. then what the hell am i withdrawing from? and why has it stopped today?
certain youtube comments are weird.
'should i take more clothes off my young body?'
it was spam.. but that.. to me.. is probably the most awkward question anybody could ask.
this brings up the question.. is there any way you can not read something? we see letters that form words.. and we automatically read it. the only thing that'll save you is if you're a slow reader.. but i don't think anybody is that slow.. well. i don't know. try to stick a word in front of your face and not read it. really really try. i can't do it.
i just heard this french version of 'these boots are made for walkin''. they call it 'ces bottes sont faites pour marcher.' the bass in the french version is very intriguing to me. it's not much different.. but for some reason.. it just sounds.. i don't know warmer or something.
now i want to try a $5 milkshake.
'it must've been opium withdrawals.. where's my opium?'
after she asked why i felt sick yesterday.
and then..
'if the machine starts to smoke that means it's working and i'll grab my opium pipe and smoke it.'
after she wanted to know if i could show her how to work some tivo-like recording device.
but seriously.. if yesterday's feeling cold when it's hot was somehow connected to withdrawal symptoms.. then what the hell am i withdrawing from? and why has it stopped today?
certain youtube comments are weird.
'should i take more clothes off my young body?'
it was spam.. but that.. to me.. is probably the most awkward question anybody could ask.
this brings up the question.. is there any way you can not read something? we see letters that form words.. and we automatically read it. the only thing that'll save you is if you're a slow reader.. but i don't think anybody is that slow.. well. i don't know. try to stick a word in front of your face and not read it. really really try. i can't do it.
i just heard this french version of 'these boots are made for walkin''. they call it 'ces bottes sont faites pour marcher.' the bass in the french version is very intriguing to me. it's not much different.. but for some reason.. it just sounds.. i don't know warmer or something.
now i want to try a $5 milkshake.
horri-bull.
no.. i don't feel well. i felt fine this morning.. and then my head just started spinning. it was crazy. then i slept for the next 4 hours.. got up. took a shower. and my head was still spinning around.. tossed some medicine in my stomach. and i felt much better. it's strange how such a small amount of something can make you feel so much better. but now that 400mg is wearing off.. horri-bull.
Friday, July 25, 2008
the floor.
patti smith: right now i've been in this room in this city for so long i don't see it anymore and you know i'm not being stimulated. lately i've just been doing a lot of cleaning inside my brain. my eyes are not seeing anything around me. so i've been dreaming a lot, recording dreams and trying to look within, but i'm not worried about it. i'm just waiting for the moment when i'll get to take a train or plane someplace and i know i'll spurt out because i've got to see new things. i think rimbaud said he needs new scenery and a new noise, and i need that.
it's dark.
i end up in weird places. like i said earlier.. i'm using 'weird' too much. and 'strange' doesn't quite carry the same amount of.. weirdness. i am aware of the typo. i just don't feel like fixing it right now.
5 weeks of ethics and i think i'm some expert. no. i'm just a retard that had 5 weeks of ethics. but my professor did say that the scene on the boat in the dark knight, was some real kantian stuff. i think she said kant. that's somehow supposed to impress people if i tell them that. i think.. people will say, 'what the fuck are you talking about?' and it won't really impress anybody if i go and regurgitate what she said.. i haven't used that word in a while. regurgitate!
'things aren't the same since the sun ran away with the moon... do you remember june?'
was that patti smith i just heard?
now i remember. the right music at the right time. it always works.
you know. i was confused. a while ago i thought i heard lou reed's 'walk on the wild side' playing in a gatorade commercial. but just recently, i've found out that it was actually some song by a tribe called quest. they apparently took samples from 'walk on the wild side' and confused the hell out of me.
i'd never sleep if i didn't get so tired...
oh right. what the hell is wrong with batman's voice. and if that christian bale guy is doing that stuff.. how the hell does he do it? here's how it works in my mind.. says the director. 'ok christian, we're shooting a scene with batman. go back to your trailer and swallow a frog. and a bunch of dog fur. that way your voice will be real nice for the shot.'
for some reason my hair looks so much better if i don't wash it. but it's gross feeling. with dirty hair you can do so much more. it's not all separated and like.. single strands of hair. it clumps together in small sections. and i think it looks good. nobody has told me my hair looks like shit. so.. i'm not doing anything else.. or i've been told that my hair looks like shit. but that's like.. right after i cut it. working off of my virtual image in the mirror is a bit tricky.
awesome. i was thinking.. dvorak. but i remembered correctly and it's orvac. i'll be picking up some electronics to construct an audio device worthy of short circuiting and possibly sending a couple volts through my system. what's the formula.. V = IR i think.. even if it's wrong.. that's what i'll go by. and uci will back me up on that.
here's the thing. if you get past that initial moment of tiredness.. you feel less and less tired. until it hits you. and you sleep for the next 10 hours. that's the longest i've slept for.. 10 hours. i can't quite make it past that point. and i really have to trick myself into thinking it's still dark outside to do so. people who sleep past that.. nice work. your supreme level of sleepability is worthy of recieving my praise.. or some shit like that.
now what's the nirvana song.. 'i wish i was like you.. easily amused..' and then it's like.. buried. married. yeah yeah yeah yeah.. 'all apologies.' there we go. are you enjoying this stream of consciousness?
i was told yesterday morning.. i wanted to say today.. but technically that's not correct. time is an asshole. today should mean the part whre i'm still awake. no. but iwas told my story of the racecar driving duck lacked a moral. having summarized it in something like.. 3 sentences.. i could see how it's now missing a moral. the moral is.. that character wanted to be with his family. and family is important stuff. just look how the italian mafia works. i have no idea what i'm talking about right now.
somebody reads this very early in the morning. my early morning reading takes place in a special room.. you should've seen how i was typing up 'special.' i was typing.. 'smecial' i have odors on my mind. that should be enough of a hint.
'time takes its crazy toll....'
why must i feel the need to be in motion. i can't sit still. and it's not just right now.. it's all the time. once in a while. i'll sit still. with my hands folded. i think that's the word. my hands are interlocked.. forming a giant super fist that is capable of delivering a smashing hammer-like blow to somebody's head.
'wait.. they don't love you like i love you..'
ghosts are on my mind. the mind needs to be clear and a fear of ghosts should be nonexistent to see them. or so i'm told. but the thought of seeing one lingers in the back of my mind. wheni do see one. i'll be terrified. or perhapsn ghosts only seek those who can help them. i'm almost certain that i can't provide ghosts any assitance.. or another perhaps for the reason that they may already think i'm one of them. yes. i've been listening so some siouxsie sioux.
'how can i wish for this never to be torn apart.. close to you 'til the last beat of my heart.'
noi eravamo quello che voiseite, e quello che noisiamo voisarete.
5 weeks of ethics and i think i'm some expert. no. i'm just a retard that had 5 weeks of ethics. but my professor did say that the scene on the boat in the dark knight, was some real kantian stuff. i think she said kant. that's somehow supposed to impress people if i tell them that. i think.. people will say, 'what the fuck are you talking about?' and it won't really impress anybody if i go and regurgitate what she said.. i haven't used that word in a while. regurgitate!
'things aren't the same since the sun ran away with the moon... do you remember june?'
was that patti smith i just heard?
now i remember. the right music at the right time. it always works.
you know. i was confused. a while ago i thought i heard lou reed's 'walk on the wild side' playing in a gatorade commercial. but just recently, i've found out that it was actually some song by a tribe called quest. they apparently took samples from 'walk on the wild side' and confused the hell out of me.
i'd never sleep if i didn't get so tired...
oh right. what the hell is wrong with batman's voice. and if that christian bale guy is doing that stuff.. how the hell does he do it? here's how it works in my mind.. says the director. 'ok christian, we're shooting a scene with batman. go back to your trailer and swallow a frog. and a bunch of dog fur. that way your voice will be real nice for the shot.'
for some reason my hair looks so much better if i don't wash it. but it's gross feeling. with dirty hair you can do so much more. it's not all separated and like.. single strands of hair. it clumps together in small sections. and i think it looks good. nobody has told me my hair looks like shit. so.. i'm not doing anything else.. or i've been told that my hair looks like shit. but that's like.. right after i cut it. working off of my virtual image in the mirror is a bit tricky.
awesome. i was thinking.. dvorak. but i remembered correctly and it's orvac. i'll be picking up some electronics to construct an audio device worthy of short circuiting and possibly sending a couple volts through my system. what's the formula.. V = IR i think.. even if it's wrong.. that's what i'll go by. and uci will back me up on that.
here's the thing. if you get past that initial moment of tiredness.. you feel less and less tired. until it hits you. and you sleep for the next 10 hours. that's the longest i've slept for.. 10 hours. i can't quite make it past that point. and i really have to trick myself into thinking it's still dark outside to do so. people who sleep past that.. nice work. your supreme level of sleepability is worthy of recieving my praise.. or some shit like that.
now what's the nirvana song.. 'i wish i was like you.. easily amused..' and then it's like.. buried. married. yeah yeah yeah yeah.. 'all apologies.' there we go. are you enjoying this stream of consciousness?
i was told yesterday morning.. i wanted to say today.. but technically that's not correct. time is an asshole. today should mean the part whre i'm still awake. no. but iwas told my story of the racecar driving duck lacked a moral. having summarized it in something like.. 3 sentences.. i could see how it's now missing a moral. the moral is.. that character wanted to be with his family. and family is important stuff. just look how the italian mafia works. i have no idea what i'm talking about right now.
somebody reads this very early in the morning. my early morning reading takes place in a special room.. you should've seen how i was typing up 'special.' i was typing.. 'smecial' i have odors on my mind. that should be enough of a hint.
'time takes its crazy toll....'
why must i feel the need to be in motion. i can't sit still. and it's not just right now.. it's all the time. once in a while. i'll sit still. with my hands folded. i think that's the word. my hands are interlocked.. forming a giant super fist that is capable of delivering a smashing hammer-like blow to somebody's head.
'wait.. they don't love you like i love you..'
ghosts are on my mind. the mind needs to be clear and a fear of ghosts should be nonexistent to see them. or so i'm told. but the thought of seeing one lingers in the back of my mind. wheni do see one. i'll be terrified. or perhapsn ghosts only seek those who can help them. i'm almost certain that i can't provide ghosts any assitance.. or another perhaps for the reason that they may already think i'm one of them. yes. i've been listening so some siouxsie sioux.
'how can i wish for this never to be torn apart.. close to you 'til the last beat of my heart.'
noi eravamo quello che voiseite, e quello che noisiamo voisarete.
Thursday, July 24, 2008
'you fucking die.'
"you fucking die," i said.. to her.
i said "YOU FUCKING DIE!" to her.
huh? what?
no, no. i was talking to kim.
i said, "you fucking die."
no, i was- we were just goofing around.
no, no. it didn't have anything to do with anything.
she said: "don't tou- anybody touch this is my stuff."
and I said "you fucking die," like that.
i was finishing her part for her.
you know what i mean?
that was black francis. francis black. frank black. i don't know. the fat bald guy from the pixies. he said, 'you fucking die.' when you laying on the floor and you hear that.. you can't help but smile. the floor is such a nice place.
"i want to be sober/but no one can tell..'
i said "YOU FUCKING DIE!" to her.
huh? what?
no, no. i was talking to kim.
i said, "you fucking die."
no, i was- we were just goofing around.
no, no. it didn't have anything to do with anything.
she said: "don't tou- anybody touch this is my stuff."
and I said "you fucking die," like that.
i was finishing her part for her.
you know what i mean?
that was black francis. francis black. frank black. i don't know. the fat bald guy from the pixies. he said, 'you fucking die.' when you laying on the floor and you hear that.. you can't help but smile. the floor is such a nice place.
"i want to be sober/but no one can tell..'
but first?
there has to be another word for weird. because i'm using it too much. but the offers i've been getting for my guitar have been weird. i'm pretty sure i've explained everything.. but people still want to be retards or something and ask questions. 'what is the condition of the guitar?' or 'i am interested in purchasing your item with no delay,but first?' the second 'question' was just crazy. because i wasn't thinking it would be a question. it just sort of snuck up on me. i'm taking down the posting.. all the offers i've been getting look the same. so some stupid stuff is going on. but i think it's so beautifully written that i'll save it here:
i'm selling a real piece of crap. a bc rich bronze series mockingbird. it has these crappy pickups and it feels like you're hitting a tire with a piece of steak when you play it. but like.. if you're into that stuff.. then this guitar is totally for you.
buy a crappy amp to go with it.. so you think it's the amp and not the guitar that sounds like shit. or if you like for things to sound like a person that you threw in your trunk.. then give me your money so i can rip you off.
aside from all of the awfulness the guitar will bring you. it's pretty sexy. it has curves and stuff that people tend to enjoy. it's probably like the sexy dictator of guitars.. it looks really good when it's making noise and stuff.. but what's coming out is just awful. maybe you can buy this guitar and take over a country with it. i don't know. for $75 that's a pretty good deal. just make me vice president or vice chairman.. or king of earth.. that has a really nice ring to it.
uh.. there's a chip in the paint. but you won't notice it until i point it out. which i won't. because i don't remember where it is. but i stuck a bandaid over it once. and then i got all that sticky adhesive stuff all over the guitar. so don't do that. the guitar doesn't like that apparently. don't take it to the hospital.
you get a really nice rattle when you're playing on the E string.. the fat one. when i bought the guitar i was told it was a piece of crap.. but in nicer words.. something like.. 'they throw these guitars together with garbage' or something like that.
i believe it's made in china.. so don't lick the paint. or after you touched it all over.. because i know you will.. wash your hands.
oh the guitar is black too.. so if you want to leave it in a dark room for somebody to trip over it can do that too. it's pretty useful for non-guitar related things. if you hit somebody with it.. it would probably hurt a lot. and there might be lawsuits involved.
there's a real picture of it somewhere on here. you can look at it. if you already own a guitar i would highly recommend that you don't let it see the picture. because it'll become very jealous. or it will want to sleep with my guitar. and that's not the kind of business i'm trying to run. yeah.. it's blurry. look at it from really far away and it'll be fine.
if you have questions.. then this isn't the guitar for you.. go buy a fender if you're so curious.
give me your money now.
!!!!!!
no shady offers either. the one offer i got so far was pretty shady. even with the sun how it is.. it wasn't cool. i mean.. there were questions.
pick up only. or if i know where you live i'll throw it at you.
i'm selling a real piece of crap. a bc rich bronze series mockingbird. it has these crappy pickups and it feels like you're hitting a tire with a piece of steak when you play it. but like.. if you're into that stuff.. then this guitar is totally for you.
buy a crappy amp to go with it.. so you think it's the amp and not the guitar that sounds like shit. or if you like for things to sound like a person that you threw in your trunk.. then give me your money so i can rip you off.
aside from all of the awfulness the guitar will bring you. it's pretty sexy. it has curves and stuff that people tend to enjoy. it's probably like the sexy dictator of guitars.. it looks really good when it's making noise and stuff.. but what's coming out is just awful. maybe you can buy this guitar and take over a country with it. i don't know. for $75 that's a pretty good deal. just make me vice president or vice chairman.. or king of earth.. that has a really nice ring to it.
uh.. there's a chip in the paint. but you won't notice it until i point it out. which i won't. because i don't remember where it is. but i stuck a bandaid over it once. and then i got all that sticky adhesive stuff all over the guitar. so don't do that. the guitar doesn't like that apparently. don't take it to the hospital.
you get a really nice rattle when you're playing on the E string.. the fat one. when i bought the guitar i was told it was a piece of crap.. but in nicer words.. something like.. 'they throw these guitars together with garbage' or something like that.
i believe it's made in china.. so don't lick the paint. or after you touched it all over.. because i know you will.. wash your hands.
oh the guitar is black too.. so if you want to leave it in a dark room for somebody to trip over it can do that too. it's pretty useful for non-guitar related things. if you hit somebody with it.. it would probably hurt a lot. and there might be lawsuits involved.
there's a real picture of it somewhere on here. you can look at it. if you already own a guitar i would highly recommend that you don't let it see the picture. because it'll become very jealous. or it will want to sleep with my guitar. and that's not the kind of business i'm trying to run. yeah.. it's blurry. look at it from really far away and it'll be fine.
if you have questions.. then this isn't the guitar for you.. go buy a fender if you're so curious.
give me your money now.
!!!!!!
no shady offers either. the one offer i got so far was pretty shady. even with the sun how it is.. it wasn't cool. i mean.. there were questions.
pick up only. or if i know where you live i'll throw it at you.
Wednesday, July 23, 2008
see you in the morning.
i think i've finally done it.
two songs.
i'll need to add in the music later.
but i think.. i've finally have some words.
like every good song.
it's about a girl.
or a guy.
it depends on your perspective.
if you call guys 'she' then yeah. she's a hot guy.
oh i felt so tired about 2 minutes ago. but now i'm excited. sleep?
oh shit i have a midterm tomorrow about ethics.
good thing i'm fucking bomb ass at ethics.
i do some baller ass shit when it comes to ethics.
the 9/10 and 10/10 says it all.
good thing this class is geared towards engineers.. or i'd be in tears after every class.
did i say tears?
i'm under the influence. but not really.
because those above the influence commercials are such shitty commercials.
like seriously... i can't stand those commercials.
if you want to scare people and get them to stop smoking marijuna..
just show images of the most common fears.
spiders.
heights.
snakes.
uh... old people.
i don't know what people are afraid of.
i feel like running for some reason.
holy shit my stomach is huge!
there's something about my bloody valentine's album.. loveless.
it just lifts you. and makes you float.
it carries you up to the clouds. and drops you.
you fall to the ground.
but then it catches you.
inches above the ground.
centimeters for those of you on the metric system.
it's quite a rush.
and can you believe that there might be another one coming?
i want to say i'm 'stoked' but i don't want to say 'stoked'.
replace 'stoked' with some other word. perhaps.. i dont know.
you're smart. you'll think of something.
but hey.. kevin shields said he would never make an album that is worse than the previous one.
if he sticks to those words.. we're in for some crazy stuff.
sex has a life?
oh man.. i have a midterm tomorrow.
i said that already.
2:00am?
how long have i been writing?
well.. i think that's enough.
there's more on my mind.
but the whole self destruct timer has already been set.
it was at 30 seconds the last time i checked.
and there it is.
i have 20 seconds before my computer automatically shuts down.
good night.
sweet dreams.
see you in the morning.
two songs.
i'll need to add in the music later.
but i think.. i've finally have some words.
like every good song.
it's about a girl.
or a guy.
it depends on your perspective.
if you call guys 'she' then yeah. she's a hot guy.
oh i felt so tired about 2 minutes ago. but now i'm excited. sleep?
oh shit i have a midterm tomorrow about ethics.
good thing i'm fucking bomb ass at ethics.
i do some baller ass shit when it comes to ethics.
the 9/10 and 10/10 says it all.
good thing this class is geared towards engineers.. or i'd be in tears after every class.
did i say tears?
i'm under the influence. but not really.
because those above the influence commercials are such shitty commercials.
like seriously... i can't stand those commercials.
if you want to scare people and get them to stop smoking marijuna..
just show images of the most common fears.
spiders.
heights.
snakes.
uh... old people.
i don't know what people are afraid of.
i feel like running for some reason.
holy shit my stomach is huge!
there's something about my bloody valentine's album.. loveless.
it just lifts you. and makes you float.
it carries you up to the clouds. and drops you.
you fall to the ground.
but then it catches you.
inches above the ground.
centimeters for those of you on the metric system.
it's quite a rush.
and can you believe that there might be another one coming?
i want to say i'm 'stoked' but i don't want to say 'stoked'.
replace 'stoked' with some other word. perhaps.. i dont know.
you're smart. you'll think of something.
but hey.. kevin shields said he would never make an album that is worse than the previous one.
if he sticks to those words.. we're in for some crazy stuff.
sex has a life?
oh man.. i have a midterm tomorrow.
i said that already.
2:00am?
how long have i been writing?
well.. i think that's enough.
there's more on my mind.
but the whole self destruct timer has already been set.
it was at 30 seconds the last time i checked.
and there it is.
i have 20 seconds before my computer automatically shuts down.
good night.
sweet dreams.
see you in the morning.
Tuesday, July 22, 2008
Monday, July 21, 2008
fear and whiskey. part deux.
'excuse me please/at least i thought it was you.'
no. that person walking along the side of the road wasn't her. unless it was her. who knows.. not me.
(you're) safe in your sleep (from this girl).
my teacher called me a necromancer today. and he commented on my tie being off a dead man.. which was somewhat painful because it was actually my grandfather's tie. and that's what i told him. he apologized. and i hope he felt like an ass.
and now i'm going to get myself some cookies. oh hello procrastination. there's 2 pages that need to be written. and some ethics stuff you need to study for.. you take care of it. i'm going to eat some cookies.
no. that person walking along the side of the road wasn't her. unless it was her. who knows.. not me.
(you're) safe in your sleep (from this girl).
my teacher called me a necromancer today. and he commented on my tie being off a dead man.. which was somewhat painful because it was actually my grandfather's tie. and that's what i told him. he apologized. and i hope he felt like an ass.
and now i'm going to get myself some cookies. oh hello procrastination. there's 2 pages that need to be written. and some ethics stuff you need to study for.. you take care of it. i'm going to eat some cookies.
fear and whiskey.
calvin's invention is so awesome. but he is such a dick for inventing it. gaah.. you asshole.i'm in denial. but now i know i'm in denial. i don't know what the next step is.. so i'll stay in denial.
i think i'm very very close to doing something stupid.. because it's been a while. let me... think about this.
Sunday, July 20, 2008
black out.
black out (track 01)
you try too hard
for the perfect beginning
you're so let down
when the beauty starts fading
once beaming with confidence
now brooding with doubt
pack those pictures away
they black out
you try too hard
for the perfect beginning
you're so let down
when the beauty starts fading
once beaming with confidence
now brooding with doubt
pack those pictures away
they black out
i need to remember to shave tomorrow. or i'll look all gross. every now and then you need something to level things out. today i used 'black out' by the good life. time? fuck time. i have nothing more to say. well maybe one more thing. no forget it. i'm going to sleep. yeah. get some sleep.
black out (track 14)
you think too much
such terrible endings
you drink so much
to start the forgetting
and you're so mad at yourself
but you forget what about
when it gets too blue
black out
you think too much
such terrible endings
you drink so much
to start the forgetting
and you're so mad at yourself
but you forget what about
when it gets too blue
black out
Saturday, July 19, 2008
behavior.
i'm happy. but nobody can tell.
i licked a 9 volt. it felt awful.
i'm reading. but not reading.
in one eye and out the other.
i don't know why my finger hurts. but it does.
i have a guess as to who's reading this.
it's somebody who i wouldn't have thought would be reading this.
but let's say i'm right.
how do i say it?
'IT WAS YOU MOTHER FUCKER!'
i don't think that's appropriate. but that's all that comes to mind right now.
now.
is.
not.
the.
time.
for.
such.
i licked a 9 volt. it felt awful.
i'm reading. but not reading.
in one eye and out the other.
i don't know why my finger hurts. but it does.
i have a guess as to who's reading this.
it's somebody who i wouldn't have thought would be reading this.
but let's say i'm right.
how do i say it?
'IT WAS YOU MOTHER FUCKER!'
i don't think that's appropriate. but that's all that comes to mind right now.
now.
is.
not.
the.
time.
for.
such.
behavior.
do. re. mi. dream.
my dream consisted of jim and dwight from the office. something to do with pieces of a dollar bill. and then dave chappelle showed up. but then i woke up to the combination of my neighbor crushing cans and using a leaf blower. and the phone ringing. so.. what i can gather from this... jim is going to get fired next season. dwight.. he's going to move into an apartment right across from jim. and his head will be detachable from his body. it's some really awful thing to see.pam is going to have really really red lipstick. if you tear up a dollar bill and hang it from your ceiling.. that does something. i think it's like how tin foil hats work. i don't know. and dave chappelle will show up randomly somewhere and you'll be shocked.... and i don't like reading.
Friday, July 18, 2008
this shit is baller.
i'm a mess. people think i'm on drugs constantly. i don't know. i think about things differently. doing drugs recreationaly isn't something i try to do or seek. the last drug i had was some bootleg painkiller. i can't remember the name of the real drug.. uh.. vicodin. i looked it up. but i had the bootleg version of it. that was when i had another wisdom tooth ripped out.. and you know what? all that did was make me feel like throwing up. which was great.. because i completely forgot about the pain and worried about keeping the stuff in my stomach.. in my stomach. but apparently i give off these drug vibes. i didn't know you had to be associated with drugs to have an imagination. 'real creativity comes from making a mess..' and right now.. i'm a mess.
no.. fuck the iphone and fuck the ipod touch. the fact that you need to look at what you're pressing isn't cool to me. and there's no way of knowing what you're pressing unless you're looking at it. i want to skip tracks... let me feel around for the button.. and then 'oh shit!' i just took a picture of the inside of my pocket. so that's what that black picture was about. if you could somewhat blindly opperate one of these... then i'd be ok with them.
you know what apple should do? just give these out for free to fat people. i saw the other day that 25% of america is obese. hand these out to that 25% and they'll be forced to lose weight to use these. because their fat fingers won't work too well.. they'll either do that or they'll buy pointing wands. raise the price on pointing wants and send these fuckers some free stuff apple.
'these baller ass gang bangers...' i know he said 'gang bangers'.. but i kept thinking 'bang gangers.' it's like.. i know it's not right. but my mind goes through with it anyway.
anger is funny. those angry vibes i was picking up yesterday are now funny.
i'm looking at an empty glass. and it's completely empty. don't start with that optimistic/pessimistic stuff either. nobody says an empty glass is full of air. 'dude.. your glass is full of air.. want me to empty it by filling it with a beverage?' no. people don't do that. because it's the most confusing shit in the world. so my glass is empty. and i can't remember when i drank what was in it.. but i'm thirsty again. i had some watered down sunny delight. or do they spell it 'delite.' i don't know. i saw a sunny colored container with a yellow-orange drink inside. that's what i had. i watered it down because that shit is so not baller the way it is.
no.. fuck the iphone and fuck the ipod touch. the fact that you need to look at what you're pressing isn't cool to me. and there's no way of knowing what you're pressing unless you're looking at it. i want to skip tracks... let me feel around for the button.. and then 'oh shit!' i just took a picture of the inside of my pocket. so that's what that black picture was about. if you could somewhat blindly opperate one of these... then i'd be ok with them.
you know what apple should do? just give these out for free to fat people. i saw the other day that 25% of america is obese. hand these out to that 25% and they'll be forced to lose weight to use these. because their fat fingers won't work too well.. they'll either do that or they'll buy pointing wands. raise the price on pointing wants and send these fuckers some free stuff apple.
'these baller ass gang bangers...' i know he said 'gang bangers'.. but i kept thinking 'bang gangers.' it's like.. i know it's not right. but my mind goes through with it anyway.
anger is funny. those angry vibes i was picking up yesterday are now funny.
i'm looking at an empty glass. and it's completely empty. don't start with that optimistic/pessimistic stuff either. nobody says an empty glass is full of air. 'dude.. your glass is full of air.. want me to empty it by filling it with a beverage?' no. people don't do that. because it's the most confusing shit in the world. so my glass is empty. and i can't remember when i drank what was in it.. but i'm thirsty again. i had some watered down sunny delight. or do they spell it 'delite.' i don't know. i saw a sunny colored container with a yellow-orange drink inside. that's what i had. i watered it down because that shit is so not baller the way it is.
Thursday, July 17, 2008
sunshine.
summershine. no. it's sunshine.
i was picking up such angry vibes today. that's what i do now. i pick up vibes. i'm not saying they're the right vibes.. i just pick them up. if everybody would just relax.. we'd be very happy.
'remoteness' i still can't remember what it is.. some crap about pleasure.. that's all i remember. now it's bothering me... 'how far way....' that's stupid. and i forgot what the second part said.. so.. aside from that forgetfulness.. and maybe my lines about monkey farms and banana factories.. oh. and my last line. i think the presentation went rather swimmingly. or that's what i think.
i still don't have a good definition of 'medium.' i came this close to blowing that $10 i found on ethyl alcohol enriched drinks. oh right.. you can't see my fingers. they're really close. i'd say.. 2mm. but i decided not to purchase said drinks..
something i'll do now. has to do with something else. anything you see here isn't what you see. no, it's not one of those weird english things where you have to analyze the hell out of the words to get at the writers intent. don't even try that. 'are you feeling better now?'
maybe. it's. nothing.
remember that book the missing piece? the missing piece is this sharp looking fucker. and all the circle has to do is close its mouth... i think that's supposed to be a mouth. or you know what.. i'm going off of everything i remember about that book from when i was like.. 8. so forget it. i'm going to find some pieces and say they're missing.
the california cold feels good.
i was picking up such angry vibes today. that's what i do now. i pick up vibes. i'm not saying they're the right vibes.. i just pick them up. if everybody would just relax.. we'd be very happy.
'remoteness' i still can't remember what it is.. some crap about pleasure.. that's all i remember. now it's bothering me... 'how far way....' that's stupid. and i forgot what the second part said.. so.. aside from that forgetfulness.. and maybe my lines about monkey farms and banana factories.. oh. and my last line. i think the presentation went rather swimmingly. or that's what i think.
i still don't have a good definition of 'medium.' i came this close to blowing that $10 i found on ethyl alcohol enriched drinks. oh right.. you can't see my fingers. they're really close. i'd say.. 2mm. but i decided not to purchase said drinks..
something i'll do now. has to do with something else. anything you see here isn't what you see. no, it's not one of those weird english things where you have to analyze the hell out of the words to get at the writers intent. don't even try that. 'are you feeling better now?'
maybe. it's. nothing.
remember that book the missing piece? the missing piece is this sharp looking fucker. and all the circle has to do is close its mouth... i think that's supposed to be a mouth. or you know what.. i'm going off of everything i remember about that book from when i was like.. 8. so forget it. i'm going to find some pieces and say they're missing.
the california cold feels good.
Wednesday, July 16, 2008
sunlight.
hot.
cold.
hot. cold.
hot.
cold.hot.
cold.
all of a sudden. i don't feel good.
i just found out that stiv bators is holding a gun on the cover of disconnected. at first i didn't think he was holding anything. but after seeing it again right now.. i thought it was a phone. upon closer inspection.. it turned out to be a gun. it's just up around his face like a phone would be.
my mind is doing some weird thing. mixing happiness and saddness together to get some strange wavelike pattern going. and you know what fixed it? 'please no more sad songs' by idle race. it makes sense to me.. now.
i'm going to sleep.
cold.
hot. cold.
hot.
cold.hot.
cold.
all of a sudden. i don't feel good.
i just found out that stiv bators is holding a gun on the cover of disconnected. at first i didn't think he was holding anything. but after seeing it again right now.. i thought it was a phone. upon closer inspection.. it turned out to be a gun. it's just up around his face like a phone would be.
my mind is doing some weird thing. mixing happiness and saddness together to get some strange wavelike pattern going. and you know what fixed it? 'please no more sad songs' by idle race. it makes sense to me.. now.
i'm going to sleep.
Fmmftl
i found $10 in my pocket.
today's the day.
i almost wiped a bunch of deodorant over my lips.
i didn't.
:Here she comes, you better watch your step
Shes going to break your heart in two, its true
It's not hard to realize
Just look into her false colored eyes
She'll build you up to just put you down, what a clown
today's the day.
i almost wiped a bunch of deodorant over my lips.
i didn't.
:Here she comes, you better watch your step
Shes going to break your heart in two, its true
It's not hard to realize
Just look into her false colored eyes
She'll build you up to just put you down, what a clown
Tuesday, July 15, 2008
just like honey. part 2 i think.
so maybe 'just like honey' is about oral sex.. i'm not happy about it.. because it's a very good sounding song. although there is another perspective that requires some thought and analysis. perhaps the song is sung from a female's point of view.. which is slightly more clever. and that was just the craziest thing to me. how it all just completely changes.
universal laws. autonomy. the greater good for society.. blah blah blah... it'll go something like that.
universal laws. autonomy. the greater good for society.. blah blah blah... it'll go something like that.
please.
today... yesterday. felt like friday. but it was monday. a good reason could be the sounds that filled my head. i'm currently describing things as 'melty.' the sounds i were hearing were quite melty.
i was not called frumpy today. so goes the story of the square tie. wednesday calls for the yellow tie.. for presentationing purposes. 'this is kant. he's an asshole to animals. but bentham on the other hand is pretty good..' i won't say it like that.. but it'll be along those lines.
i felt like such a dick after debating.. if this were one of those chinese style debates you see on tv.. i bet i would've gotten a chair thrown at me. and for my last remark of.. 'we pay taxes. not donate them.' i think that constituted one of those large solid oak desks to be thrown at me.. i'm not sure if constituted is the right word.. but it sounds nice.
this is the music talking.
with no alarms and no surprises.. please.
i was not called frumpy today. so goes the story of the square tie. wednesday calls for the yellow tie.. for presentationing purposes. 'this is kant. he's an asshole to animals. but bentham on the other hand is pretty good..' i won't say it like that.. but it'll be along those lines.
i felt like such a dick after debating.. if this were one of those chinese style debates you see on tv.. i bet i would've gotten a chair thrown at me. and for my last remark of.. 'we pay taxes. not donate them.' i think that constituted one of those large solid oak desks to be thrown at me.. i'm not sure if constituted is the right word.. but it sounds nice.
this is the music talking.
with no alarms and no surprises.. please.
Monday, July 14, 2008
square tie.
my professor will not call me frumpy today.
i'll be wearing a square tie.
dont' tell me 'just like honey' is about oral sex.
unless your name starts with a jim and/or william.
and ends with a reid.
i just found my guitar pick.
'here comes alice.'
i'll be wearing a square tie.
dont' tell me 'just like honey' is about oral sex.
unless your name starts with a jim and/or william.
and ends with a reid.
i just found my guitar pick.
'here comes alice.'
Sunday, July 13, 2008
psychocandy.
i've listened to the first couple tracks of psychocandy. it makes me feel like i'm drowning in something. when i listen to the album in its entirety.. then i'll have more to say about it. and this is the jesus and mary chain's psychocandy. it's not some other psychocandy.
dear reader(s),
i think there's only one of you. but even with the lack of proofreading and other such editing wonderness.. you continue to read. i don't know. maybe allegory makes you hot. that's a bit of a strange song. i'm sure most of the things i refer to go right over your head. zoom. but thank you for reading. your reading is like a awful game of russian roulette. and so far there has been no winners.. i think the winner of russian roulette would be the guy that get's the bullet. because he beat the odds. last time i checked i didn't win the lottery because i had one of the millions of losing lottery tickets. hopefully you enjoyed that tangent. tangerine. tang... just tang. mustang. jagstang... yeah. russian roulette. but when we play there are no bullets. 'and if lust and despair are two bullets in the same gun. then we've been playing russian roulette for far too long.. so i'll go back to liverpool. well i know i'll be loved there, she's no scrubber, she my breck road lover. and we wash in dirty water. and walk the streets where she gets her name.' said pete doherty.
somewhat sincerely... ha.. i spelled it right too,
nelson.
ps. a couple days ago it sounded like some kids were killing each other with cardboard boxes. and yesterday the stray cats decided to growl at each other until a dog barked and shut them up. but then the dog kept barking. and i think i've already mentioned the birds that chirp at like.. 2:00am. and my shift key is broken again.
dear reader(s),
i think there's only one of you. but even with the lack of proofreading and other such editing wonderness.. you continue to read. i don't know. maybe allegory makes you hot. that's a bit of a strange song. i'm sure most of the things i refer to go right over your head. zoom. but thank you for reading. your reading is like a awful game of russian roulette. and so far there has been no winners.. i think the winner of russian roulette would be the guy that get's the bullet. because he beat the odds. last time i checked i didn't win the lottery because i had one of the millions of losing lottery tickets. hopefully you enjoyed that tangent. tangerine. tang... just tang. mustang. jagstang... yeah. russian roulette. but when we play there are no bullets. 'and if lust and despair are two bullets in the same gun. then we've been playing russian roulette for far too long.. so i'll go back to liverpool. well i know i'll be loved there, she's no scrubber, she my breck road lover. and we wash in dirty water. and walk the streets where she gets her name.' said pete doherty.
somewhat sincerely... ha.. i spelled it right too,
nelson.
ps. a couple days ago it sounded like some kids were killing each other with cardboard boxes. and yesterday the stray cats decided to growl at each other until a dog barked and shut them up. but then the dog kept barking. and i think i've already mentioned the birds that chirp at like.. 2:00am. and my shift key is broken again.
Saturday, July 12, 2008
just like honey.
something's wrong with my eyes. no maybe it's not just my eyes.. something's wrong with me.
'you trip me up.'
'you trip me up.'
Friday, July 11, 2008
huh?
hey. go here. and spend $10.
http://hardlyart.com/shop.html
i didn't ask nicely or anything.. but do it. or keep the $10 and spend it on something nice.
i wasn't wearing my glasses.. and i couldn't tell if it was special effects or what.. but i was seeing double for a second or two. it was the strangest thing i've ever seen. because the stuff on tv was some dinosaur chinese people show. and the guy was going to prison or some awful place because the emperor was pointing at him. and when it went back to the guy.. there was two of him.. one image was shifting to the left.. and then the right. like in the old cartoons when somebody gets hit in the head.. and everything is.. bibibibibi...... huh?
http://hardlyart.com/shop.html
i didn't ask nicely or anything.. but do it. or keep the $10 and spend it on something nice.
i wasn't wearing my glasses.. and i couldn't tell if it was special effects or what.. but i was seeing double for a second or two. it was the strangest thing i've ever seen. because the stuff on tv was some dinosaur chinese people show. and the guy was going to prison or some awful place because the emperor was pointing at him. and when it went back to the guy.. there was two of him.. one image was shifting to the left.. and then the right. like in the old cartoons when somebody gets hit in the head.. and everything is.. bibibibibi...... huh?
everc1lense. (%)
so. perhaps putting 'evercl1ense' and 'maggot brain' in the same spot wasn't such a good idea. just to clarify.. they are completely unrelated. you will not get maggots in your brain if you take everc1lense. but you will definitely have a fairly entertaining and large bowel movement. i haven't tried it.. but the way it's advertised makes it seem that way. so maybe now i'll stop getting hits from worried canadians that are looking up evercl1ense.
Thursday, July 10, 2008
the white on the screen is really bright. i don't remember clicking on the align right button.. but that's what this thing is doing. and it's weird looking when i type. everything is being pushed back.. rather than new things being put in place.
does anybody else have a fluorescent bulb that flashes when it's off? because that's what mine does. when i'm trying to sleep it's like somebody's taking a picture of me. and that's just weird.
i sliced open a blister. there was the water.. and then i got down to that really red meat. that didn't feel good.
i saw her today at the reception.
does anybody else have a fluorescent bulb that flashes when it's off? because that's what mine does. when i'm trying to sleep it's like somebody's taking a picture of me. and that's just weird.
i sliced open a blister. there was the water.. and then i got down to that really red meat. that didn't feel good.
i saw her today at the reception.
Wednesday, July 9, 2008
bigger and bigger and bigger....
oranges are the most painful fruit.. wait.. no. that spikey fruit that's supposed to smell really bad (i can't smell it for some reason) is the most painful fruit.. i was just thinking that oranges are awfully blunt. so i'm trying to think now.. would i rather be beaten to death with a large sack of oranges? or maybe a couple durians? see.. with the oranges at least your body will be orangey fresh. i'll go with the oranges... i'm fairly certain nobody will try to swing sacks of oranges in my direction. but please don't kill me with a sack of oranges.
so my dream ended with me picking up a spider by the webbing stuff that was hanging out of its ass. and like the retard that i am.. i didn't realize that it could retract it back in. so at that point.. the spider was crawling back up that little strand up toward my hand.. and it just got bigger and bigger and bigger and bigger after that.. it was fairly terrifying because i woke up trying brushing my arms clean. fear is a wonderful thing. or i don't like things crawling on me and getting bigger.
i've finally realized what it is about she's the dutchess, he's the duke. it has a whole bunch of feelings in it. sadness, anger, happiness, jealousy.. that's all i can think of right now. but you take all those feelings and mix them together for a bit.. and pour it in your ear. and if things don't turn all hamlet on you.. you'll be enjoying a damn good record.. album.. ep.. whatever you want to call it. call it a kangaroo pouch.. i don't care. this is brilliant brilliant stuff.
jeremy bentham's head is horrifying.. he now replaces chairman mao's brain for second on my list of brains to eat when i turn into a zombie. walt disney is first. embalming fluid probably makes it taste really good. i'm thinking it'll be like.. spaghetti beef jerky.
are you vomiting now?
so my dream ended with me picking up a spider by the webbing stuff that was hanging out of its ass. and like the retard that i am.. i didn't realize that it could retract it back in. so at that point.. the spider was crawling back up that little strand up toward my hand.. and it just got bigger and bigger and bigger and bigger after that.. it was fairly terrifying because i woke up trying brushing my arms clean. fear is a wonderful thing. or i don't like things crawling on me and getting bigger.
i've finally realized what it is about she's the dutchess, he's the duke. it has a whole bunch of feelings in it. sadness, anger, happiness, jealousy.. that's all i can think of right now. but you take all those feelings and mix them together for a bit.. and pour it in your ear. and if things don't turn all hamlet on you.. you'll be enjoying a damn good record.. album.. ep.. whatever you want to call it. call it a kangaroo pouch.. i don't care. this is brilliant brilliant stuff.
jeremy bentham's head is horrifying.. he now replaces chairman mao's brain for second on my list of brains to eat when i turn into a zombie. walt disney is first. embalming fluid probably makes it taste really good. i'm thinking it'll be like.. spaghetti beef jerky.
are you vomiting now?
Tuesday, July 8, 2008
thoughts. spill.
'don't waste your love on me/because tonight i'll be a ghost/don't hold me in your heart/because tonight i'll be a ghost..'
when i heard that i think i was half asleep. but it was like.. 'aahahahaha... i love ghosts.' and the last thing i remember before falling asleep was the end of 'armageddon song.'
'for now i've got you baby by my side/and baby i'll be feelin' all right.'
there is a very good possibility that that is one of the [insert sexy superlative adjective] ways to end an album.
i've spilled a large amount of my thoughts on the floor. so i'm writing less.
blue.
when i heard that i think i was half asleep. but it was like.. 'aahahahaha... i love ghosts.' and the last thing i remember before falling asleep was the end of 'armageddon song.'
'for now i've got you baby by my side/and baby i'll be feelin' all right.'
there is a very good possibility that that is one of the [insert sexy superlative adjective] ways to end an album.
i've spilled a large amount of my thoughts on the floor. so i'm writing less.
blue.
Monday, July 7, 2008
she's the dutchess, he's the duke
something about this dutchess and the duke album is very enjoyable. i want to say something about jars of honey.. but i can't really make the connection between the two. if i was winnie the pooh.. i'd probably have a pretty good reason to say this album is like a jar of honey from your honey. that bear says stuff like that right? it's a really good album. it's sort of dark and bright at the same time. so it's like light.. and it's wave particle duality.. but not really because of some physics stuff that i can't explain. this album has given me the happies. that's not a word?
Sunday, July 6, 2008
purple death.
1. Kant is a(n):
a) asshole.
b) genius.
c) some type of hybrid genius-asshole.
d) he's the genius. but the translator is an asshole.
2. which of the following are scary?
a) hairy spiders.
b) wet looking snakes.
c) paper. because i'm a rock.
d) rock. because i'm a pair of scissors.
e) scissors. because i'm paper.
f) some sort of rock monster.
g) gorillas with nipple knives.
h) extremely large dung beetles rolling extremely large dung.
i) lampshades.
3. the velvet underground is:
a) really fancy underwear.
b) some band i can't stop listening to
c) i don't know... sounds like something homosexuals do.
4. i can't think of something number 4:
a) ok.
b) you're stupid.
c) i'm going to get a drink.
5. what doesn't kill you:
a) makes you stronger.
b) makes you stranger.
c) makes you want to die.
d) all of the above.
answers:
1. d. i've already been over this one.. just with some other guy.
2. a, b, c, d, e, f, g... how far did i go? they're all pretty scary. it's all self explanatory. yeah.. lampshades.. watch out.
3. b... and maybe a. i don't know. and it could be c.. i haven't and don't want to do my research. i'll just go with b..
4. c. i got a glass of water.. my body will turn it into urine.
5. b. or it depends. if you're listeing to hole class you might say c. if you're boring you'll say a. and d was just there for show.
do. re. mi.
do you remember me.
i was onto something there.. but that's all i can remember. that says.. 'onto'. not 'on.'
a) asshole.
b) genius.
c) some type of hybrid genius-asshole.
d) he's the genius. but the translator is an asshole.
2. which of the following are scary?
a) hairy spiders.
b) wet looking snakes.
c) paper. because i'm a rock.
d) rock. because i'm a pair of scissors.
e) scissors. because i'm paper.
f) some sort of rock monster.
g) gorillas with nipple knives.
h) extremely large dung beetles rolling extremely large dung.
i) lampshades.
3. the velvet underground is:
a) really fancy underwear.
b) some band i can't stop listening to
c) i don't know... sounds like something homosexuals do.
4. i can't think of something number 4:
a) ok.
b) you're stupid.
c) i'm going to get a drink.
5. what doesn't kill you:
a) makes you stronger.
b) makes you stranger.
c) makes you want to die.
d) all of the above.
answers:
1. d. i've already been over this one.. just with some other guy.
2. a, b, c, d, e, f, g... how far did i go? they're all pretty scary. it's all self explanatory. yeah.. lampshades.. watch out.
3. b... and maybe a. i don't know. and it could be c.. i haven't and don't want to do my research. i'll just go with b..
4. c. i got a glass of water.. my body will turn it into urine.
5. b. or it depends. if you're listeing to hole class you might say c. if you're boring you'll say a. and d was just there for show.
do. re. mi.
do you remember me.
i was onto something there.. but that's all i can remember. that says.. 'onto'. not 'on.'
Saturday, July 5, 2008
T'aurais voulu.
for once. the music was too loud.
there's a rather large tear in the trash bag.
this is crazy.. i can hear my pulse beating through my chair. it's driving me nuts.. but i almost don't want to move because it's such a strange occurrence. perhaps my heart has fallen to the back side of my body. not the ass. but the place where the spine is.... and that was probably the most animated way i've ever leaned forward. but at least that should force my heart back into place. and look. the beating stopped..
coincidence?
cause i just can't seem to drink her off my mind.
there's a rather large tear in the trash bag.
this is crazy.. i can hear my pulse beating through my chair. it's driving me nuts.. but i almost don't want to move because it's such a strange occurrence. perhaps my heart has fallen to the back side of my body. not the ass. but the place where the spine is.... and that was probably the most animated way i've ever leaned forward. but at least that should force my heart back into place. and look. the beating stopped..
coincidence?
cause i just can't seem to drink her off my mind.
quart de juillet.
my mind. it's a mess. and i can't stop thinking. but at least i've finally stopped listening to the velvet underground. and i haven't the slightest urge to listen to them. maybe that's a good sign. the frantic sounds of a new york life are now replaced by beck's sea change. you can find me sinking into the floor.
i'm currently obbsessed with japanese vintage guitars... or vintage japanese guitars. or vintage guitars that are japanese.
i really don't like how metal doesn't look hot when it is. i managed to burn myself with an iron a week ago. i circled the scar before i went to sleep yesterday. i don't know why. but today i had a circle to look at until i washed it off.
the spot where the pin made a hole still doesn't like it when i press down on it. i probably test my blood sugar once a year. i had a blood sugar level of 83. which is high enough to keep me from passing out.. which i'm pretty prone to if you take my blood. and it was low enough to be healthy.. and to keep the vampires away. if i press down anywhere around the hole it feels fine.. but if i manage to get any part of the hole involved.. then it hurts. i guess that makes sense.
part of me wants to stand up during the ethics class and scream.. 'holy shit! did you hear what you just said? that is some highly profound shit. the straight-out-of-the-gourmet-section kind of profound shit.' the other part of me.. explodes because of some built in self destruct mechanism.
i want to lean back in my chair... way back. until i fall. but i don't want to hit my head on anything. you know what's weird? my head is bigger than it was two or maybe one year ago. i tried putting on these headphones and they wouldn't fit the way they used to. or you know what? maybe my ears are growing lower.
a couple things that stand out:
girl, crush, love, andrew, love, drive.
in that order. i've been trying to figure out who that was. but i can't figure it out. i lack the mystery solving abilities of either columbo or that old lady from murder she wrote.
'drive'... i don't get it. if you're talking about my car.. then it's that sleeping device i use at school.. on wednesday i was taking a nap in my car when one of the maintenance trucks started crashing into the concrete beams of the parking structure. knocked the ladder off of the top and everything. then after two or three practice crashes at a pretty good speed.. they decided to slow it down and in their way out of the death trap.. wait. no. i wasn't sleeping. i was reading some stuff about 'right and wrong.' but you know what? it's a real ship in a bottle type thing.. because the truck managed to get pretty far into the structure before crashing into the roof beams.
'andrew', i kind of get.. but not really. there's three andrew's i can think of off the top of my head. one is andrew jackson. the other one is a homosexual. and the last one is some guy from school.. ok. so i completely don't get that one. i'm trying to think of another andrew.. andrew lloyd webber? no.. the homosexual andrew used to do announcements in high school. they were boring.. not like the announcements i had during my freshmen year. those were pretty entertaining. i thought my high school had some fancy PA system.. with like a little microphone thing like you see on tv.. but no. our school had.. a telephone. for 3 and a half years i thought people doing the announcements were using a microphone.. but apparently they've always been using a telephone.. i was upset that day.
all that other lovely stuff.. uh... sure. girl, crush, love. i saw that.. and if i had any sort of song writing ability i'd be writing a song. 'girl, crush, love.' it has a very nice sound to it. and it comes with the fanciness of a double entendre. i still consider what i'm doing noise.. and not music. no point to put words to noise.. people won't hear a thing. it just makes them talk louder.. that's all. maybe some time in the future though. but sure. there's that mystery girl who wore this orange dress one day. it was like something out of the 60's. she was smoking but she looked very classy. i never got her name. and.. crush is pretty good soda. i should get some orange soda next time. and and and..... love is.. whatever those two naked people in that comic say. that's about all you'll get out of me in my current state.. and in any other state.. it'll probably be weirder. 'oh my love. it was a funny little thing.'
so there. just to throw all that out there. for your enjoyment.. or perhaps to enrage you. i'll let you decide.
i'm listening to the velvet underground again... feh... no.. it's time to sleep. to groove is not to sleep. my bloody valentine to the rescue.. because loveless is the kind of album you can start or end your day with. it has such wonderful sounds. let's just say if drugs were involved i'd cry.
i'm currently obbsessed with japanese vintage guitars... or vintage japanese guitars. or vintage guitars that are japanese.
i really don't like how metal doesn't look hot when it is. i managed to burn myself with an iron a week ago. i circled the scar before i went to sleep yesterday. i don't know why. but today i had a circle to look at until i washed it off.
the spot where the pin made a hole still doesn't like it when i press down on it. i probably test my blood sugar once a year. i had a blood sugar level of 83. which is high enough to keep me from passing out.. which i'm pretty prone to if you take my blood. and it was low enough to be healthy.. and to keep the vampires away. if i press down anywhere around the hole it feels fine.. but if i manage to get any part of the hole involved.. then it hurts. i guess that makes sense.
part of me wants to stand up during the ethics class and scream.. 'holy shit! did you hear what you just said? that is some highly profound shit. the straight-out-of-the-gourmet-section kind of profound shit.' the other part of me.. explodes because of some built in self destruct mechanism.
i want to lean back in my chair... way back. until i fall. but i don't want to hit my head on anything. you know what's weird? my head is bigger than it was two or maybe one year ago. i tried putting on these headphones and they wouldn't fit the way they used to. or you know what? maybe my ears are growing lower.
a couple things that stand out:
girl, crush, love, andrew, love, drive.
in that order. i've been trying to figure out who that was. but i can't figure it out. i lack the mystery solving abilities of either columbo or that old lady from murder she wrote.
'drive'... i don't get it. if you're talking about my car.. then it's that sleeping device i use at school.. on wednesday i was taking a nap in my car when one of the maintenance trucks started crashing into the concrete beams of the parking structure. knocked the ladder off of the top and everything. then after two or three practice crashes at a pretty good speed.. they decided to slow it down and in their way out of the death trap.. wait. no. i wasn't sleeping. i was reading some stuff about 'right and wrong.' but you know what? it's a real ship in a bottle type thing.. because the truck managed to get pretty far into the structure before crashing into the roof beams.
'andrew', i kind of get.. but not really. there's three andrew's i can think of off the top of my head. one is andrew jackson. the other one is a homosexual. and the last one is some guy from school.. ok. so i completely don't get that one. i'm trying to think of another andrew.. andrew lloyd webber? no.. the homosexual andrew used to do announcements in high school. they were boring.. not like the announcements i had during my freshmen year. those were pretty entertaining. i thought my high school had some fancy PA system.. with like a little microphone thing like you see on tv.. but no. our school had.. a telephone. for 3 and a half years i thought people doing the announcements were using a microphone.. but apparently they've always been using a telephone.. i was upset that day.
all that other lovely stuff.. uh... sure. girl, crush, love. i saw that.. and if i had any sort of song writing ability i'd be writing a song. 'girl, crush, love.' it has a very nice sound to it. and it comes with the fanciness of a double entendre. i still consider what i'm doing noise.. and not music. no point to put words to noise.. people won't hear a thing. it just makes them talk louder.. that's all. maybe some time in the future though. but sure. there's that mystery girl who wore this orange dress one day. it was like something out of the 60's. she was smoking but she looked very classy. i never got her name. and.. crush is pretty good soda. i should get some orange soda next time. and and and..... love is.. whatever those two naked people in that comic say. that's about all you'll get out of me in my current state.. and in any other state.. it'll probably be weirder. 'oh my love. it was a funny little thing.'
so there. just to throw all that out there. for your enjoyment.. or perhaps to enrage you. i'll let you decide.
i'm listening to the velvet underground again... feh... no.. it's time to sleep. to groove is not to sleep. my bloody valentine to the rescue.. because loveless is the kind of album you can start or end your day with. it has such wonderful sounds. let's just say if drugs were involved i'd cry.
Friday, July 4, 2008
more and more.
today is not saturday. and yesterday wasn't friday.. right?
the days of wine and roses.
the days of wine and roses.
Wednesday, July 2, 2008
fiber.
um.. that fiber-rich dinner is starting to kick in. the digestive system is so interesting.
and i'm all out of writing juice.
it's that thing where you have a pair of headphones on your head for a long time.. and when you take them off your ears call you an asshole. it's a lot like leaving a kid in a room full of toys for about 6 hours. or maybe it's not.
i think it's late.. i need to turn off more lights.
and i'm all out of writing juice.
it's that thing where you have a pair of headphones on your head for a long time.. and when you take them off your ears call you an asshole. it's a lot like leaving a kid in a room full of toys for about 6 hours. or maybe it's not.
i think it's late.. i need to turn off more lights.
Tuesday, July 1, 2008
shalalala..
i have writer's block. i would prefer to have something else of the writer's... maybe not.
it's ok.. i have something i call writing juice. it doesn't always work.
some mexican guy likes to call me. i say, 'hello' and he says, 'bueno?'
i had some peach yogurt today. they call it 'harvest peach.' i don't know what that is.. but it was extremely sweet.
at first i thought it was 3-500 words.. but that was me being excited. it's actually 300-500 words. i could be done with these two questions in like 5 seconds.. we're supposed to answer 3 and 4..
3. don't be stupid.
4. don't be such a dick.
i think it's later than it actually is. i'm going to turn on more lights.
if i finish this stuff up.. i can enjoy a nap in my car tomorrow between classes.
i don't know who you are. and i'm out of ideas.
it's because whiskey and gin sound better when you drink it.
why can i not stop listening to the velvet underground. yesterday it was femme fatale today it's sister ray.
and shalalalalove.
it's ok.. i have something i call writing juice. it doesn't always work.
some mexican guy likes to call me. i say, 'hello' and he says, 'bueno?'
i had some peach yogurt today. they call it 'harvest peach.' i don't know what that is.. but it was extremely sweet.
at first i thought it was 3-500 words.. but that was me being excited. it's actually 300-500 words. i could be done with these two questions in like 5 seconds.. we're supposed to answer 3 and 4..
3. don't be stupid.
4. don't be such a dick.
i think it's later than it actually is. i'm going to turn on more lights.
if i finish this stuff up.. i can enjoy a nap in my car tomorrow between classes.
i don't know who you are. and i'm out of ideas.
it's because whiskey and gin sound better when you drink it.
why can i not stop listening to the velvet underground. yesterday it was femme fatale today it's sister ray.
and shalalalalove.
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