Monday, January 31, 2011

Currently Reading

I gave up on Babbitt in the first few pages.
Considering Candide is so short, I should have finished it.  But I didn't.
So, now I'm reading Committed.  I doubt I'll put this one down unfinished.
"Unlike so many of my friends, I did not ache with longing whenever I saw an infant.  (Though I did ache with longing, it is true, whenever I saw a good used-book shop.)"

Saturday, January 29, 2011

When I grow up

I want to be [like] Banksy.



Thursday, January 27, 2011

George Watsky - Drunk Text Message to God

I’m not trying to brag or anything but I’m going to tell you about my night last night
Had a couple beers, ya know
Yeah, got a little tipsy
Got a little existential crisis-y

Last night I drunk text messaged God
I just wanted to tell him I’d been thinkin’ about him
A lot
And to tell him I’m stalking a church
I meant to write starting a church
No one spells drunk texts right, anyway
Last night I sent out a buttload of embarrassing texts and then copied them to everyone I know
Like “Yo”
Like “Sup”
I was out sinning
Curled in a bed
The room is spinning
It’s all in my head
I can’t get to sleep
And the weight of the world
Is the weight of my sheets


Here’s the great thing about my church:
You can keep your religion ‘cause my church is for those of us who grew up wishing we believed in an afterlife
And for those of us who were so close to god we could practically lean over and make out with her
My church is sick of bloody crusades to the march of drum corps
I’ll start a church that gets pissed off and starts thumb wars
Maybe a church that gets Mondays off for religion reasons
A church that throws phone parties in elevators to learn about praise
The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire
We’ll dance as it burns for 8 magical days
That was a Jewish reference
No offense to Gideon bibles but my church goes into hotel rooms and fills up the drawers with chocolate pillow mints
And my church, if you choose to come to Sunday school, you don’t learn about hell
Hell no
You eat Jon Stewart and Steven Colbert shaped potato chips and watch Chapelle’s show
My church had 10 commandments, 5 precepts, and a workplace abuse handbook but we partied hard last week and I think we left them in a restroom at Chuckie Cheese
Now we just go by a picture of a heart that I found on a bar napkin
My church tongue-kissed your mom last night
Um, I’m just kidding
She left 5 red fingers across my face
We hung out with the creator
I think she loves you
She’s beautiful
She’s got ‘daughter’ tattooed on her left bicep
‘Son’ on her right
My church is at the center of the planet and has the most amazing stained-glass windows
The glass is the floor of the ocean
The colors are where you look up and see blue and a manatee
I love manatees
And the forest canopy
Tony Montana comes to my church and forgets he left his cocaine in the car
We play “Stairway to Heaven” on Hendrix’s broken guitar
My church gets fucked up on communion wine
Asks lamp posts to be our Valentine
My church bar hops together
And my church, if you don’t blow yourself to smitherines, you get 17 virgins in a room to yourself
Or you go and play Starfox together
My church got beat up by the skateboard kids for being a rollerblade kid
But rolled to school the next day on one skate and 2 crutches
True to the fight
With a fist in the air
Screaming “fruit Buddhas unite!”
My church can feel it’s pulse in it’s fingertips
Has 3 stomachs because our fear is hard to swallow
But love always has room
My church has a love bladder and always asks to go to the bathroom

There are drawbacks of course:
My church will not resurrect your dead hamster
My church will not play for keeps
Wear Versace
Give out baby Jesus Tomagachi’s
And Tom Cruise thinks my church sucks balls
I’m not Jesus Christ
But I can turn water into Kool-Aid
And I’m not Jim Jones
But my church is like, totally a cult
And everyone drinks the Kool-Aid
And everyone dies!
But for some people the Kool-Aid doesn’t kick in until you’re 105
Surrounded by everyone who matters most to you
Yes, some of us go early, but at my church you have to think about that possibility
‘Cause my church makes you scared
I’m talkin’ like waves of fear
Like you’re lying awake at night
And you pull the blankets up to your neck
And your covers are like a tsunami of fear
And you start hyperventilating
Thinking about how you’re getting older way faster than your dreams are getting accomplished
About how skinny your arms are
About how fat your tummy is
About how much it’s gonna suck to eventually lose the power to think about all the badass stuff we do at our church
Don’t fall asleep yet
Contrary to popular belief, that’s not where dreams get accomplished
The body of Christ is your body
The body of Buddha be your body
Your body be usable
Your body be suitable
Your body beautiful
You don’t need anything different
Keep your broken cell phones
Don’t delete your text messages
You might read those stupid-ass,
Badly spelled rants over on a Sunday morning...
And have a religious experience.

Wednesday, January 26, 2011

Blogging

For some reason, I feel like if I blog about something every day (or just about), then that means I'm getting something done.  Or something.  Of course that's not the truth but it still makes me feel better.  One good thing about adderall was the creativity it brought, whether meaningful or less. 
Lately I feel so boring.  Maybe if my fellow bloggers (all 2 of you) would write something, I'd be more inclined to use my deeper brain processes :).  "Just sayin'."  In quotes because I hate that saying!  I could just not say it since I hate it but I'm an ignorant person.

Tuesday, January 25, 2011

Finally

making plans to hang out with friends!  Yay!
And going to Denton twice in one week.  Yeesh.

22 minutes until I can leave..come on clock.

Boyce Avenue tickets were printed today!  Can't wait!

Monday, January 24, 2011

Saturday, January 22, 2011

Friday, January 21, 2011

I dunno where I'm going with this

I was born in Rocky Mount, North Carolina. I moved to Arlington, Texas when I was 8 and I haven’t left since. Arlington is now best known because it’s the home of the Dallas Cowboys Stadium. I’m not sure if it was known for anything before that. Oh wait, the Amber Alert was originated there.

Only recently have I “really come into myself.” What I mean by that is that I have finally come to my own conclusions about what I think about the world. I have some pretty strong beliefs for once that haven’t been indoctrinated to me by my parents or teachers and I’m proud of that. I should also add that I in no means have figured out who the hell I am yet. Still working on that. Hope to know soon.

Thursday, January 20, 2011

Sherrie Kessler

She is Indiana. I am Mike.  We are the Joneses. 
I don’t get to see her much since she’s engaged and because of her insane schedule. Well, only because of her schedule. It’s sad, really. If I weren’t so disconnected with most feelings, I’d be super sad to see her so seldom. We used to hang out every day and just kick it. I just said "kick it" but I’m already over it before I can finish typing this sentence out. Slang owns. Hanging out and kicking it are synonymous so that was a total waste of 1/8 of an inch of paper. I’m so wasteful. If I hadn’t written that sentence this paper wouldn’t have been made into paper and a tree would still be standing. Let’s all laugh together cause that makes no fucking sense. I think recycling is top notch but when people say "don’t waste paper," I’m like, "this is already paper. We can’t turn it back into a tree." The better thing to say is, "don’t waste paper or you’ll have to go buy more and no one likes spending money on supplies unless it’s on the first day of school with your mom’s credit card." It’s really awesome that I went from talking about Sherrie to paper.

So, about Sherrie. She and I supposedly met at S4 like way back in 2007 but I don’t remember that. I’m bad about remembering people I meet when I'm at bars..for obvious reasons. And it was before my 21st birthday so I was definitely more drunk than I would be these days. I used to drink myself into oblivion. Even gotten kicked out of S4 once with Reice. I still feel bad and stupid. I should know those damn undercover bitches with ear pieces when I see them skulking around like creepers. Skulking is a good word. Sherrie came to my 21st birthday party and brought along this girl, Sarah. Sarah Lock. Reice is on video somewhere professing his love for her beautiful blue eyes that night. Sherrie also sang that night. I was amazed. I still am. Her songs are so good. Good is an understatement. Her songs are ones you can relate to and just want to scream at the top of your lungs or cry out when you’re driving home after a long night. I made this ultimatum for her last October. It was a piece of paper that said she had like a month or two to get her shit together and play a show. And it had like 20 of her friends signatures. She never played a show. She’s barely picked up her guitar since she’s gotten into a relationship and that’s not Stephanie’s fault. I’ve seen Stephanie plead with Sherrie and she just won’t do it. Maybe it’s just been so long that she’s nervous, which is understandable. Or maybe she realized it wasn’t what she wanted to do, which is okay. I know that’s not it, though. And if it is, Sherrie is not the Indiana Jones that I am related to. She and I used to drive around in her car and listen to City by Sara and reminisce about traveling the world. We didn’t care how we’d make it, we just would. We’d find odd jobs to make ends meat and maybe have to sleep in our car every once in a while (or a lot) but we’d still be doing something different and life-changing. A risk very few are willing to take. If her and I ever happen to be single again at the same time, which won’t happen, we will do that. I’m making her. Life is short and she of all people know how precious it is. I’m going to tell her that if I die before her she has to sing at my funeral. (that promise ends at 30, though. Reice and I gave "death promises" an expiration date of 30 years old and I'm pushing closer to that dreadful milestone on the daily.)

Today

  • I love "The Cave" by Mumford & Sons.
  • I wore my glasses to work.
  • is not Friday :(.
  • is a week and 2 days until I'm 24, ugh.
  • I'm looking at the tattoo I created yesterday.
  • I will think of better things to blog about.

Tuesday, January 18, 2011

Please

let this flight go by fast.  I'm sleepy.

Wednesday, January 12, 2011

Wednesday, January 5, 2011

Minka Kelly

I don't know who she is except for the fact that she isn't Leighton Meester.

Oh, and that she's super freaking hot.













Tacky post of the day goes to me :D

Tuesday, January 4, 2011

9/29/10 - 3:29pm

I’m reading about the "West Memphis 3." 3 guys convicted of murdering 3 8-year old Boy Scouts in 1994. Two got life in prison and one is on death row. The one on death row had an interview with CNN because he’s trying to get the Arkansas legal system to give him a retrial since there’s new DNA technology that could prove he’s innocent. Hopefully they will give him that because if he wants one, he must think he’s innocent and I’d hate to be the one saying no to him only to find out after he’s dead that he was innocent. There’s no harm in trying except time and money but saving a life outweighs both of those. Anyway, I’m not familiar with the murders cause the article doesn’t give much detail about it; more about the inmate. He got married in 1999 to someone who learned of his story and met him. He said she sees him weekly and calls when he can and that they drink water at the same time each day because it’s something they can both be doing at the same time so that it’s almost like they’re together. That’s really sad to me. The littlest things can bring joy to people.

Monday, January 3, 2011

Chuck P.

Warning: If you are reading this then this warning is for you. Every word you read of this useless fine print is another second off your life. Don't you have other things to do? Is your life so empty that you honestly can't think of a better way to spend these moments? Or are you so impressed with authority that you give respect and credence to all that claim it? Do you read everything you're supposed to read? Do you think every thing you're supposed to think? Buy what you're told to want? Get out of your apartment. Meet a member of the opposite sex. Stop the excessive shopping and masturbation. Quit your job. Start a fight. Prove you're alive. If you don't claim your humanity you will become a statistic. You have been warned.

Big Brother isn’t watching. He’s singing and dancing. He’s pulling rabbits out of a hat. Big Brother’s busy holding your attention every moment you’re awake. He’s making sure you’re always distracted. He’s making sure you’re fully absorbed.

Because nothing is as good as you can imagine it. No one is as beautiful as she is in your head. Nothing is as exciting as your fantasy.

For the first time in longer than I can remember, I feel peaceful. Not happy. Not sad. Not anxious. Not horny. Just all the higher parts of my brain closing up shop. The cerebral cortex. The cerebellum. That's where my problem is. I'm now simplifying myself. Somewhere balanced in the perfect middle between happiness and sadness. Because sponges never have a bad day.

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Saturday, January 1, 2011

1.1.11-the tide pulls from the moon

I spent New Year's Eve at my dad's house. I enjoyed it much more than I would have going anywhere else. We had dinner, drank margaritas, and played games. First, we played Apples to Apples and then we played Random. Random consists of every player having a piece of paper that counts to 25. Seven cards are laid on the table with a fact written on each side. Each player takes turns choosing one fact out of the 14 possible facts they can choose from. The strategy is to pick a fact that you believe the rest of the players would agree with about themselves. It's kind of confusing at first but it's fun because you end up writing down which facts are true to yourself and then random facts. Whoever writes down 25 facts first wins the game. Then everyone takes turns saying their facts. About half will be facts that were on cards and half will be random things they've written down. It's neat to hear things about people you didn't previously know. If that didn't make sense, sorry, but I just needed to give a little overview of what I'm about to write about.

I picked a card that said "The solar system fascinates me." My answer was that everyone would find the solar system fascinating (Holden, Angela, Judi, Dad, Jill). When everyone revealed their answers, Jill and my dad said that the solar system doesn't fascinate them. Maybe I was unknowingly tipsy and on edge or maybe I'm just dumb..but I found that a little bit appalling. I honestly didn't know there were people who don't think the solar system is somewhat amazing. My dad said that when he looks at the sky at night, all he sees is "white dots." I love my dad but when he makes comments like that, I cringe at being related to him:).

On last night's evening news, ABC News was in Waikiki talking to upset vacationers on the beach because tons of box jellyfish were stinging people near the shore. The reasoning for the influx of jellies was because they come to the shore 10 days after every full moon. That. Is. Fascinating.