Now More Happier.


Oh, Man

One year ago today, I passed my driving test and got my temp license.

I'm thinking about making a post about how I've changed and things that have changed in the past year, but I'll probably save that for New Year's. So you've got something to look forward to, I guess.


This Is What Happens To Shoes

Scanned, which is why the background's funky, and I couldn't get the toe to shoe up, so I color dodged it a bit which is why the color looks weird there.

Nevertheless, that's what I do to shoes when I play tennis in them. Which is why I got a pair of these. Not only are they hot, they've got a 6 month warranty on the outsole, so I'll hopefully be able to pick up a new pair June-ish.

Eventful day

Today was great. I get woken up by Kenny coming over, and in short order (after a shower and shave), we're down at Wafflehouse, breaking our fasts. Then a quick drive down to Chesterfield to pick up some friends and we're seeing Munich. The movie was very good. It was really about more than just the events, also the psychological effects it had on those doing the killings and it had a great condensation of the entire Arab-Israeli conflict into a six minute dialogue. After that, lunch at Wendy's and...I can't really talk about what happened next, yet. Later.

This post does not do the day justice, but rest assured that it was fun times.


The Break Drags On

It's still, however, better than the alternative. My days are full of reading, eating, and wishing I were doing something involving other people. I'd really like to see Munich, because ever since I heard about it a few years ago, the story has fascinated me. I'd really like to see how it's handled when it's compressed into a 160 minute long film. Unfortunately, it sort of looks like I'd be seeing it alone, and the only thing worse than waiting for a movie to hit DVD is seeing it by yourself. I'll keep waiting for salvation, maybe it'll walk by.


Merry Christmas.


When Good Things Implode

Good thing: Movie night with the pals, possible extra.
Bad thing: Person hosting movie night decides he'd rather go to Virginia Beach and let me tell everyone else coming. I hope it was worth it, because everyone else is pretty fucking mad dude.

I'm glad I'm not far away, and did not burn a significant amount of gas or I'd be fucking pissed. This kind of makes me not want to do things with a certain someone. Learn some fucking responsibility and don't make plans that you're going to discard when something else comes up. This has the same reeks of the same inconsideracy displayed during a certain Hooters->IHOP instance, except without the birthday excuse. Learn to handle your shit.


Lost Light

I didn't notice much before leaving, but as I was driving with my mom to Target (to meet Jesse and then go to work), we saw the sun rise. As I was driving home after a long day in the salt mines, I saw the sun set. What happened to my day?

Speaking of work, mill work is a very masculine job. Off the top of my head, there are only two that make you more of a walking lump of testosterone - coal mining and quarry work. Not that I'm biased or anything, but come on. I (help) make and deliver doors, stairs, windows, trim and various other things made of wood or PVC. And this week I get free lunches thanks to our suppliers. Not that that has anything to do with anything, but I just felt I should mention it because it's pretty cool.

edit: Now that it's a little later, I'd like to mention (for no real reason other than I can't get the thought out of my head) that there's nothing like the exhaustion that comes after a day of hard, honest work. And stairs are poetic, and I'd explain how, except that might just be my fatal dive into pretensious intellectualism that I'm trying to put off as long as possible. Possibly not successfully.

This Time of Day Should be Unknown

Life should just work out so that I never have to wake up at 5:40 ever again. Hear me, God? Ever again. In a sick parody of life, thanks to the wonders of coffee, I'm even jittery right now. I'm up and ready to go, but instead I'm forced to sit down and am now killing time by writing. Forgive the rambling, there's a sense of urgency that's keeping me from actually organizing my thoughts. If I had more time, I might even draw a diagram. I still really want to do some honest work, but that'll probably change the first time I have to move around some wet PVC.


Nights Like This

I'm pretty sure everyone has nights where they just feel like shit for no reason. I'm pretty sure I'm running a small fever, I'm tired, and I'd bet if other people were around, I'd be grumpy. The smart thing to do is probably go to sleep, but no, none of that for me. I'm going to a party, and at best it'll be mediocre. At worst, I've got a sawed off. Squeeze the trigger and bodies are hauled off. You too, boy, if you fuck with me. The police are gonna have to come and get me - off your ass, cause that's how I'm goin' out, for the punk motherfuckers that's showin' out.

Thanks, Ice Cube.

Edit: And at 1:50, my night has taken a turn for the better. Unfortunately, now it's bed time.


First of all, please forgive any grammatical or spelling errors. It's the end of the week so I'm tired, and it's late.

Secondly, I'm working next week, at the place I worked at all summer. For some reason, I'm almost looking forward to it. I think this is because, while it was pretty miserable there, I like the effect it had on me - making me more fit, more patient, and better able to deal with long stretches of nothing. Not only that, but I've got about $100 in my checking account right now, and the 200ish should get me through a few more months. And, I guess I'm kind of anticipating some good, honest work. Graphic Design is fun and all, but I like actually doing things sometimes.


Future, here I come.

College applications completed: One.
College applications left: ?


This Was Too Large For My AIM Profile.

"... it seems entirely reasonable to think that every now and then the energy of a whole generation comes to a head in a long fine flash, for reasons that nobody ever really understands at the time - and which never explain, in retrospect, what actually happened.

My central memory of that time seems to hang on on or five or maybe forty nights - or very early mornings - when I left the Fillmore half-crazy and, instead of going home, aimed the big 650 Lightning across the Bay Bridge at a hundred miles an hour...booming through the Treasure Island tunnel at the lights of Oakland and Berkely and Richmond, not quite sure which turn-off to take when I got to the other end (always stalling at the toll-gate, too twisted to find neutral while I fumbled for change) ... but being absolutely certain that no matter which way I went I would come to a place where people were just as high and wild as I was: No doubt about that. . . .

There was madness in any direction, at any hour. ... You could strike sparks anywhere. There was a fantastic universal sense that whatever we were doing was right, that we were winning. . . .

And that, I think, was the handle - that sense of inevitable victory over the forces of Old and Evil. Not in any mean or military sense; we didn't need that. Our energy would prevail. There was no point in fighting - on our side or theirs. We ahd all the momentum; we were riding the crest of a high and beautiful wave. . . .

So now, less than five years later, you can go up on a steep hill in Las Vegas and look West, and with the right kind of eyes you can almost see the high-water mark - that place where the wave finally broke and rolled back."

Hunter S. Thompson - Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas


Awkward Situations That Make Me Wish I Was Anywhere Else But Here.

You can tell by the title that I've been listening to too much Modest Mouse recently. Anyway, I wish life didn't throw awkward situations at me like [appropriate simile here]. I guess they're fun in their own peculiar way, but I much prefer a smooth conversation to sudden spurts of talking and long, pregnant silences filled with looks in every direction but one.

I'm ending this post before I shoot myself in the foot.


Learn yourselves.

I'd kill for someone to talk philosophy with.