100th Post

That's weird. It seems like not long ago at all that I started this. October 2008 was last month, not last year. I remember being new, not knowing anyone. I remember spending lunches reading in the library, nothing else to do. I remember being told to go to Ms. Abel's at lunch. I remember everyone talking about their blogs and everyone complaining that everyone else didn't blog (btw, blog more =]). I was asked if I had one, and told I should make one. I remember when no one read it. Then I gave one person the url. Then two people had it. Then four, and now a bunch have it, I guess. I remember trying to come up with cool things to write, so that I would be accepted.

Anyway, I guess that was a long time ago, a lot has changed

Random
Do you have any pets?	1 cat- Jazz short for Jasmine
What color shirt are you wearing?	Grey
Name three things that are physically close to you:	TV, water bottle, Superglue (what would McGuyver do?)
What is the last book you read?	Fight Club
Are you or were you a good student?	Yeah, I guess so
What's your favorite sport?	Badminton =]
Do you enjoy sleeping late?	Yeah
What's the weather like right now?	Thunderstormy
Who tells the best jokes?	ME!!! =]
What was the last thing you dreamed about?	I was a Transformer
Do you drive? If so, have you ever crashed?	Yes, I drive. No, I haven't crashed.
Do you believe in karma?	Nope
Do you believe in luck?	Kinda
Do you like your eggs scrambled or sunny side up?	Scrambled (That's a funny question for a girl =p)
Do you collect anything? If so, what?	Knowledge
Are you proud of yourself?	Very
Are you reliable?	Methinks so
Have you ever given money to a bum?	No, but my dad has when I was with him
What's your favorite food?	I think it's spaghetti
Have you ever had a secret admirer?	I think so, at least I got an anonymous message from someone in SD who said they wanted to kiss me...?
Do you like the smell of gasoline?	YES!!!! =]
Do like to draw?	Yeah, but I'm not very artistically inclined
What's your favorite invention?	The car
Is your room messy?	Very
What do you like better: oranges or apples?	Oranges
Do you give in easily?	Depends on who I'm giving in to =]
Are you a good guesser?	Well, they call me Mr. Holmes =p
Can you read other people's expressions?	Generally
Are you a bully?	I don't think so...?
Do you have a job?	NO!!! :'( crycry
What time did you wake up this morning?	A little before 10
What did you eat for breakfast this morning?	Cocoa Pebbles!!
When was the last time you showered?	Yesterday =[
What do you plan on doing tomorrow?	Probably a heaping helping of nothing, seriously, if you want to hang out please tell me!!!!
What's your favorite day of the week and why?	Saturday, I've had a LOT of good Saturdays =]
Do you have any nicknames?	Not really, There was a guy who called me Cocoa.....
Have you ever been scuba diving?	No, but it sounds way cool
What's your least favorite color?	That puke orange color
Is there someone you have been constantly thinking about? If yes, who?	Yeah, a little bit. She knows who she is.
Would you ever go skydiving?	HELL YES!!!!!
What toothpaste do you use?	Hold on, lemme go check.... at the moment: Aquafresh
Do you enjoy challenges?	I do
What's the worst injury you have had?	I had part of tree go into my back
What's the last movie you saw?	Star Trek!!!!!!
What do you want to know about the future?	I wouldn't mind knowing what I end up doing after high school
What does your last text message say?	I don't have a phone
Who was the last person you spoke over the phone to?	My brother
What's your favorite school subject?	Hmmm AcaDec? =p
What's your least favorite school subject?	Mr. Willards Tech class
Would you rather have money or love?	Love
What is your dream vacation?	Eurotrip
What is your favorite animal?	Eagle
Do you miss anyone right now?	Yeah, actually, I do
What's the last sporting event you watched?	Drag Racing yesterday
Do you need to do laundry?	No
Do you listen to the radio?	Mhm, yay NPR!!!
Where were you when 9/11 happened?	at home and at school
What do you do when vending machines steal your money?	Kick the machine
Have you ever caught a butterfly?	No, never thought of trying
What color are your bed sheets?	Blue
What's your ringtone?	Don't have cell phone
Who was the last person to make you laugh?	Harrison, he's silly
Do you have any obsessions right now?	Not really
Do you like things that glow in the dark?	Uh huh!
What's your favorite fruity scent?	Green Apple mmm =]
Do you watch cartoons?	Occasionally
Have you ever sat on a roof?	Yep
Have you ever been to a different country?	Yes
Name three things in the world you dislike:	Stupid people, boredom, and broken guitar strings
Name three people in the world you dislike:	..... there are none....
Has a rumor even been spread about you?	Yeah
Do you like sushi?	Never tried it
Do you believe in magic?	In a young girl's heart?
Do you hold grudges?	Nope

The Need To Share Thoughts

Gender Silliness. A girl posts a bulletin on Myspace with the subject header "Porn!!!" Every guy in her friends will click on that link hoping to see her naked. A guy does the same thing, every girl in his friends will click on that link to call him a pervert.... There are really stupid things out there relating to sexism and gender bias. I think that's dumb.


Curiosity. If I were standing on the edge of a tall building, threatening to jump and kill myself, what would you say to talk me down?


Internal iPod. I always have a song playing in my head. I don't think that means I'm crazy, maybe it's just an addiction to music. That's an addiction I can live very well with. =]


Roses are red
Violets are blue
While I lay in bed
I'm thinking of you <------ guys call me gay, girls call me sweet, I call myself bored.


I wish I knew Latin.... and Russian...and Italian.....and Japanese....and psychology....but that's not a language... =]


When it started raining earlier, I thought of you, and I almost went out and danced in it(I had just gotten done spreading rock, I was too tired to do it. Maybe next time =p). By the way, internal iPod started playing "Rinse the Raindrops" by Paul McCartney.


Salmon are silly creatures. Thank you Discovery Channel.


Six strings away from stress relief. Though...twelve would be really awesome too.


I have a larger readership than I thought I did. Thanks for the kind words! =]

Here's one for the Adv. Bio. Kids

Cyanide & Happiness @ Explosm.net

Turn Right on 260

At the request of Ms. Abel, who is literally half of my audience (only two people read this any more, i guess), here's my story only, i'm actually ending it right. (though, technically the last one was right because i'm the author and i wanted it to end that way, but....nevermind you know what i mean)

0630- Alarm goes off
0635- Shower
0645- Dress and Breakfast
0655- Brush teeth
0700- Sit in vehicle, stare blankly
0705- Warm up vehicle
0710- Begin commute to school
0722- Park at school, more blank staring
0725- Exit vehicle, begin walk to first class

So it had been. I never varied from this routine. Never. I took the same roads, saw the same cars, no exception.
Back out of driveway onto Wagon Train Pass.
Turn right on Shilo Trail
Turn right on Lone Pine Damn Road
Turn left onto 260
Turn left onto Old Linden Road
Turn left into school parking lot.
Proceed to furthest row and park.

Repetition.

Turn left onto 260.
Turn left onto 260.

Turn right onto 260.

That's when it started. I could NOT take it anymore. One more goddamn left turn onto 260 and I would exit my car and lay in the road until I was lucky enough to be run over.

NO. I made a right. And with that right, I woke up. I woke up from the mundane dream most people call a life.

I looked down at the gas gauge. Three quarters of a tank. I drove. I thought about stopping.

I kept driving.

I already knew where I was headed. I didn't have to think about it.

I was not happy. I was not sad. I was living. I might have been crazy...

I passed Payson, followed the signs to Phoenix. I was on the 101 when I ran out of gas. I parked on the shoulder. I popped in the cigarette lighter. I opened the glove box and took out the papers. The lighter popped back out, now red hot. I lit the papers on fire. Registration, proof of insurance, owner's manual, everything. I used one of my keys to unscrew the licence plate. I started walking. A thought occurred to me, and I stuck out my right hand. Nope, no Knight Bus, I guess you really have to be a wizard for that one to work. I tried my thumb instead. It took half an hour of walking backwards with my thumb sticking out before a Toyota Camry pulled over. It had New York Plates. The girl behind the wheel, must have been about 18-19, fresh out of High School, she had a Trigonometry book in the back seat. She asked me which way I was headed. I said, "West." She laughed and said, "Hop in Cowboy." Cowboy.....?"

Where are you from?"
"I just came from Show Low."
"Huh... never heard of it."
"I'm not surprised."
"So, where's your home, and don't say Show Low, that's where you're coming from, not where you belong."
That's an interesting way to put it...
"San Diego."
"Is that where you're headed?"
"I haven't gotten that far yet.... probably, though."
"I've never been myself, but I hear it's nice."
"Yeah..."
I'm not really one for small talk, let alone small talk with a pretty girl I just met not 5 minutes ago.
"You don't talk much?"
"Depends on who you ask."
"I'm asking you."
What a smart-ass...
"If I want to, I'll talk."
"So you just don't want to talk to me? Huh, most guys try to talk their way into my pants."
"I'm not most guys."
"Nice line, how often does that get you laid?"
"Never has."
"Hahaha."
She starts messing with an iPod and Tom Petty's Echo Album starts playing.
"Good album." I muse, mostly to myself.
"Not as good as Wildflowers."
"Dark Side of the Moon or Wish You Were Here?"
"Are we still talking albums, or just the singles?"
"Just the songs."
"Wish You Were Here."
"Huh... Metallica or Megadeath?"
"Metallica."
"The Offspring or The White Stripes?"
"Offspring"
"Black Sabbath or ACDC?"
"ACDC."
"John Mayer or Jack Johnson?"
"Jack Johnson."
Okay, now she has my attention.
"So, what's your story?"
"What do you mean?"
"You're in Arizona, with New York tags, and you're taking me to southern California, just because I had my thumb out."
"How do you know I wasn't already on my way to San Diego?"
"Because I didn't say I was heading to San Diego, I said I was heading West, you just went with it and assumed I meant San Diego because that's where I was born."
"Nice detective work Mr. Holmes."
"Thank you, Watson."
"Ha! As if I would ever bee your side-kick."
"You already are."
That shut her up.

She set her eyes on the road.I looked out the passenger's side window. Dirt, dirt, dirt, and more dirt. Welcome to southwest Arizona.The digital clock in her car read 2:30.School was almost out. Some people might be wondering where I was, most would not care. I thought about my parents, They might get a call asking where I was today, they might not. Neither one of them would be home til at least 10:30 that night.

"So what are you running from?"
Her voice knocked me out of my thoughts.
"What am I running from...?"
"Yeah, from the back pack I can tell you're still in high school, probably a senior or junior, it's still school time, you're ditching to go...somewhere, what are you running from?"
"I....I don't know, really."
"Oh come on! Abusive parents, shitty girlfriend, what?"
"No, my life was fine. Great parents, no girlfriend to speak of, but whatever, that doesn't bother me."
"There has to be something...?"
"I don't think I'm running from anything. I think I'm running towards something. I'm running towards life, towards a life where I'm actually living. You know?"
"kind of..."
"I don't know, I'm crazy, and I've accepted this part of me."
"Haha, no, it's just... I'm kind of the opposite. I'm running from life. I graduated end of last year, and I was all set to go to college, but I couldn't do it. I was so scared. I hid at my parent's house for three months doing nothing...."
"You've never told anyone that before, have you?"
"Who's to tell? I've been on the road for 2 months now, all by myself. Lucky me, I have a rich daddy who loves me too much to care what I do with his money, but not enough to actually talk to me. Oh, and mommy, well she's dead; and step-mommy is a gold digging whore."
Psycho alert is screaming in my head.
"Oh....I'm sorry...?"
"Don't be."

3:52
"Do you want me to drive for a while?"
"Huh? What? Oh.... sure."
I'd been watching her for the past 30 minutes nod, inches away from sleep. Something told me she'd been driving since last night. Driving or running, it was the same for her.

I got behind the wheel and checked the gas gauge, we still had 1/4 of a tank, I though we'd have run out by now.
"It's a hybrid and a Camry, the thing gets crazy gas mileage."
"Wow.... I think I know what my next car is going to be..."
"Haha."

I started driving and looked over at her ten minutes later, she was passed out.

As I drove I started wondering about different people. Only a few really, the ones I cared most about, the ones that probably cared where I went. I wouldn't be getting online tonight. No emails, facebook, myspace, AIM, MSN, nothing.Wanted Dead or Alive by Bon Jovi was playing in my head, "I'm a cowboy, on a steel horse I ride, I'm wanted (wanted) dead or alive!"Good to know that even when I'm completely crazy, I'm still my usual crazy self.... just with poorer judgment I guess. Or better, I haven't decided that yet.

Now Entering the state of California.
Huh...that's cool.

"So, what's with the hair?"
"Good...afternoon."
"Yeah, I'm awake, now seriously, What's with the hair?"
"I was lazy one year, didn't get a single haircut, liked the result, and stuck with it."
"Not a rebellion thing? Nothing cool? Just happened?"
"Yep."
"I like it."
"Thanks."

"Do you think I'm pretty?"
"Have you been drinking while I wasn't looking?"
"No. Answer the question."
"No, it's a loaded question. I say yes, I'm trying to get into your pants. I say no, I'm a jack-ass and I can get out of your car."
"Just tell me what you think."
"Did you not hear a word I just-"
"Please."
I'm completely confused at this point.
-sigh-
"Yeah, I think you're beautiful."
"Thanks, not for saying I'm beautiful, but for answering the question."
"And why does that mean more to you."
"Because you did something you didn't want to do for me."
"Okay... don't get too hot and bothered just because I caved."
"That's not what I meant.... you know that."
Yeah I knew that, I'm just deflecting. That was not something I cared about talking about right then, so I just stopped talking. By the way, why can't pretty girls be dumb?

We were passing by those giant windmills, the wind turbine machines used to generate electricity. It was an interesting clash. Out here, nature remained mostly untouched my humanity, but amongst nature there were modern structures. A clash, but beautiful in it's own way. I looked back at my travelling companion, and raised an eyebrow when I saw she was already looking at me.

"You're a curious person."
That's the nicest way people say, "You're weird." I know this from experience.
"Yeah, I know."
"I don't think my friends would approve of you."
"Luckily, I don't care."
"Something told me you wouldn't, which is why I like you."
"Oh? Explain."
"I used to hang out with the rich kids, the old time "jet set", you know. They thought they were the best because they could buy clothes and cars on their parent's dime. They thought they had the right to be mean to poorer kids and kids like you, the weird ones, and the brainy ones. I used to be like that."
I thought of a friend of mine and replied, "People change."
"Very true."
I thought about what it would be like to be rich. To have actual silver silverware next to the plate. Plate.
"That reminds me, can yo hand me my backpack?"
She gave it to me and I unzipped it, grabbed the lisence plate, put the backpack back in the backseat, rolled down the window and chucked the plate.
She started laughing. I looked at her.
"What?"
"I think I love you."
"I get that a lot."
"Oh do you?"
"Yep. What can I say? It's the curls; the girls love the curls. It ryhmes so it must be true."
She laughed and looked back out of her window.

Now entering San Deigo County.

It's been 10 hours since I mad that right turn. I've run out of gas on a freeway for the first time. I ditched my car and made it incredible hard to prove that it's mine. Also a first. I hitch hiked. Another first. I was living, for the first time in my life, I was really living.

"I don't know where to go."
She looked over at me.
"Who lived here how long?"
"Sixteen years."
"And you don't know where to go?"
"No. I know where places are, and I know how to get there, but I don't know where to go."
She put her hand on my shoulder and smiled.
"The best part is, you can go anywhere."
Freedom.
I drove to the first place I thought of.

The smell in the air was just how I remembered it. I walked out onto the edge of a rock that jutted out over the waves. Every now and then, a larger wave would cash and send mist into the air that landed on our skin. The sun was setting now. Watching the sun set at La Jolla is one of the most beautiful event you will ever witness. The ocean wind toyed with our hair and when combined with that mist, made us shiver. She nudged against me and I wrapped my arm around her to try and keep her warm.

"Welcome to San Diego. Is it like you heard it was?"
"No."
I knew what she was going to say, so I took the bait.
"No?"
She smiled and said, "It's way better."

The green flash meant the sun was gone. We walked back to the car.
"Now what?"
"I don't have a solid plan, I guess that's a pattern with me, but I think I'll stay here for a bit and visit some people."
She smiled, but it that smile that you use when you don't get what you want for christmas, but you don't want to hurt the gift giver's feelings so you smile and say, "That's great! Thank you!".
"I guess I'll keep moving."
"Stay here with me for a while."
I guess she was hoping I would say that...wait...why did I say that?
"Red Hot Chili Pepper's or Sublime?"
"Ah! That's hard!.....Sublime, I guess, but it's close."

We got out of the car on a familiar street. I looked at the two story house. I looked at the yard with the rose tree things and the barn mailbox and the red gates. The garage door was slightly open, good they were home. I had many places to stay in San Diego, but this one would make my mom happy, or at least.... not as pissed.

"Wait!" She was about to open the door.
"What the hell is your name?"
"Hahaha! Wow, I just realized...."
"Yeah, I know. I'm David."
"It's a pleasure to meet you David, my name is Samantha."
"The pleasure is all mine."



Hmmm, I'm not 100% sure about that ending, let me know what you think.

Random Story Time Because I'm Bored

0630- Alarm goes off
0635- Shower
0645- Dress and Breakfast
0655- Brush teeth
0700- Sit in vehicle, stare blankly
0705- Warm up vehicle
0710- Begin commute to school
0722- Park at school, more blank staring
0725- Exit vehicle, begin walk to first class

So it had been. I never varied from this routine. Never. I took the same roads, saw the same cars, no exception.

Back out of driveway onto Wagon Train Pass.
Turn right on Shilo Trail
Turn right on Lone Pine Damn Road
Turn left onto 260
Turn left onto Old Linden Road
Turn left into school parking lot.
Proceed to furthest row and park.

Repetition.

Turn left onto 260.
Turn left onto 260.

Turn right onto 260.

That's when it started. I could NOT take it anymore. One more goddamn left turn onto 260 and I would exit my car and lay in the road until I was lucky enough to be run over.

NO. I made a right. And with that right, I woke up. I woke up from the mundane dream most people call a life.

I looked down at the gas gauge. Three quarters of a tank. I drove. I thought about stopping.

I kept driving.

I already knew where I was headed. I didn't have to think about it.

I was not happy. I was not sad. I was living. I might have been crazy...

I passed Payson, followed the signs to Phoenix. I was on the 101 when I ran out of gas. I parked on the shoulder. I popped in the cigarette lighter. I opened the glove box and took out the papers. The lighter popped back out, now red hot. I lit the papers on fire. Registration, proof of insurance, owner's manual, everything. I used one of my keys to unscrew the licence plate. I started walking. A thought occurred to me, and I stuck out my right hand. Nope, no Knight Bus, I guess you really have to be a wizard for that one to work. I tried my thumb instead. It took half an hour of walking backwards with my thumb sticking out before a Toyota Camry pulled over. It had New York Plates. The girl behind the wheel, must have been about 18-19, fresh out of High School, she had a Trigonometry book in the back seat. She asked me which way I was headed. I said, "West." She laughed and said, "Hop in Cowboy." Cowboy.....?

"Where are you from?"
"I just came from Show Low."
"Huh... never heard of it."
"I'm not surprised."
"So, where's your home, and don't say Show Low, that's where you're coming from, not where you belong."
That's an interesting way to put it...
"San Diego."
"Is that where you're headed?"
"I haven't gotten that far yet.... probably, though."
"I've never been myself, but I hear it's nice."
"Yeah..."
I'm not really one for small talk, let alone small talk with a pretty girl I just met not 5 minutes ago.
"You don't talk much?"
"Depends on who you ask."
"I'm asking you."
What a smart-ass...
"If I want to, I'll talk."
"So you just don't want to talk to me? Huh, most guys try to talk their way into my pants."
"I'm not most guys."
"Nice line, how often does that get you laid?"
"Never has."
"Hahaha."
She starts messing with an iPod and Tom Petty's Echo Album starts playing.
"Good album." I muse, mostly to myself.
"Not as good as Wildflowers."
"Dark Side of the Moon or Wish You Were Here?"
"Are we still talking albums, or just the singles?"
"Just the songs."
"Wish You Were Here."
"Huh... Metallica or Megadeath?"
"Metallica."
"The Offspring or The White Stripes?"
"Offspring"
"Black Sabbath or ACDC?"
"ACDC."
"John Mayer or Jack Johnson?"
"Jack Johnson."
Okay, now she has my attention.
"So, what's your story?"
"What do you mean?"
"You're in Arizona, with New York tags, and you're taking me to southern California, just because I had my thumb out."
"How do you know I wasn't already on my way to San Diego?"
"Because I didn't say I was heading to San Diego, I said I was heading West, you just went with it and assumed I meant San Diego because that's where I was born."
"Nice detective work Mr. Holmes."
"Thank you, Watson."
"Ha! As if I would ever bee your side-kick."
"You already are."
That shut her up.
She set her eyes on the road.
I looked out the passenger's side window. Dirt, dirt, dirt, and more dirt. Welcome to southwest Arizona.
The digital clock in her car read 2:30.
School was almost out. Some people might be wondering where I was, most would not care. I thought about my parents, They might get a call asking where I was today, they might not. Neither one of them would be home til at least 10:30 that night.
"So what are you running from?"
Her voice knocked me out of my thoughts.
"What am I running from...?"
"Yeah, from the back pack I can tell you're still in high school, probably a senior or junior, it's still school time, you're ditching to go...somewhere, what are you running from?"
"I....I don't know, really."
"Oh come on! Abusive parents, shitty girlfriend, what?"
"No, my life was fine. Great parents, no girlfriend to speak of, but whatever, that doesn't bother me."
"There has to be something...?"
"I don't think I'm running from anything. I think I'm running towards something. I'm running towards life, towards a life where I'm actually living. You know?"
"kind of..."
"I don't know, I'm crazy, and I've accepted this part of me."
"Haha, no, it's just... I'm kind of the opposite. I'm running from life. I graduated end of last year, and I was all set to go to college, but I couldn't do it. I was so scared. I hid at my parent's house for three months doing nothing...."
"You've never told anyone that before, have you?"
"Who's to tell? I've been on the road for 2 months now, all by myself. Lucky me, I have a rich daddy who loves me too much to care what I do with his money, but not enough to actually talk to me. Oh, and mommy, well she's dead; and step-mommy is a gold digging whore."
Psycho alert is screaming in my head.
"Oh....I'm sorry...?"
"Don't be."

3:52
"Do you want me to drive for a while?"
"Huh? What? Oh.... sure."
I'd been watching her for the past 30 minutes nod, inches away from sleep. Something told me she'd been driving since last night. Driving or running, it was the same for her.
I got behind the wheel and checked the gas gauge, we still had 1/4 of a tank, I though we'd have run out by now.
"It's a hybrid and a Camry, the thing get crazy gas mileage."
"Wow.... I think I know what my next car is going to be..."
"Haha."
I started driving and looked over at her ten minutes later, she was passed out.

As I drove I started wondering about different people. Only a few really, the ones I cared most about, the ones that probably cared where I went. I wouldn't be getting online tonight. No emails, facebook, myspace, AIM, MSN, nothing.
Wanted Dead or Alive by Bon Jovi was playing in my head, "I'm a cowboy, on a steel horse I ride, I'm wanted (wanted) dead or alive!"
Good to know that even when I'm completely crazy, I'm still my usual crazy self.... just with poorer judgment I guess. Or better, I haven't decided that yet.

Now Entering the state of California.

Huh...that's cool.

"So, what's with the hair?"
"Good...afternoon."
"Yeah, I'm awake, now seriously, What's with the hair?"
"I was lazy one year, didn't get a single haircut, like the result, and stuck with it."
"Not a rebellion thing? Nothing cool? Just happened?"
"Yep."
"I like it."
"Thanks."

"Do you think I'm pretty?"
"Have you been drinking while I wasn't looking?"
"No. Answer the question."
"No, it's a loaded question. I say yes, I'm trying to get into your pants. I say no, I'm a jack-ass and I can get out of your car."
"Just tell me what you think."
"Did you not hear a word I just-"
"Please."
I'm completely confused at this point.
-sigh-
"Yeah, I think you're beautiful."
"Thanks, not for saying I'm beautiful, but for answering the question."
"And why does that mean more to you."
"Because you did something you didn't want to do for me."
"Okay... don't get too hot and bothered just because I caved."
"That's not what I meant.... you know that."
Yeah I knew that, I'm just deflecting. That was not something I cared about talking about right then, so I just stopped talking. By the way, why can't pretty girls be dumb?


So I was driving. we were in the mountains when a sudden gust knocked me into the guard rail, i over compensated and slammed into the rocky mountain, then we bounced back into the guard rail, snapped through it and as we slammed into the ground 1,000 feet below we exploded into a giant fireball. Neither of us survived.

The End.

Love

I love you and kitties love you. What else do you want?

Tiberius

So, I finally got out of the house, and I finally saw Star Trek. Personally, I thought it was amazing. There was nothing I could spot that really clashed with the Original Series, and I'm a big fan of TOS. I loved Leonard Nimoy playing his old character, and the actors were very well matched witht their characters, a point which I was kinda dreading could have ruined the movie for me. The story was pretty sweet. It was a little awkward before the movie started, it was a small theater, and I was one of 4 people there, and there was no music or anything playing to break the silence.... it was not a good feeling. Luckily I arrived a minute before the previews started so I didn't have to endure much. Still hate going to the movies alone, but whatever, it was worth it this time.

R-U-N

Are you in?

I'm going to the movies.

Are you in?

I'm going out to eat.

Are you in?

I'm going away.

Are you in?

I'm going to sail to sea.

Are you in?

A trip in Europe.

Are you in?

2 AM, I'm gonna drive all night.

Are you in?

I'm going to fly a plane over the North Pole.

Are you in?

I'm going to dance in the rain.

Are you in?

I want you there
We'll have no cares
Just tell me this

Are you in?

I need to be more patient

Seriously, if I keep blogging every time something happens... well, nothing will really happen, but I'll end up with a lot of blog posts.... but really, I need to consolidate.

So Sean just told me that his "mom has officially endorsed the 'sean flies to pheonix to meet mikey and then stays there for one or two weeks' idea"

That made My day.

One down, one to go.

Lights and Sounds

I've been sitting in my house all day. I'm losing it. No. It's lost. Whatever it is. But... just a bit ago, my dark room was filled with a white light. Lightning. Then there was a 6 second pause (I count every time) then a crack like a whip. Then a huge rumble. Thunder. It was intense. It shook the walls, I know, I had my back resting against one. It shook me. Literally. It's funny, you don't expect to experience anything so... intense sitting in your own home, virtually doing nothing.

Anyway, I just thought I'd share that.

I Wish

no, that's it. "I wish."

So, yeah, I've figured it out.

I'm going to be a musician, because it's what I love. I love music. It's a huge part of my life and it's begging to take over. So i'm going to let it. Maybe I'll go to college, maybe i'll get a degree in math or Comp. Sci. get a job that's flexible, don't care what the pay is really. Then devote the rest of my life to music. Well, music and family, the two go really well together actually. Anyway, I was really excited when i figured this out and i figured i'd share it with you.

So, this also means that I'm looking for people with musical talent, not really for a band, just collaberations really. Paino, violin, giutar, bass, drums, triangle, whatever you play let me know, I'd love to play with friends and maybe record something, like when me and Beans did our Seek and Destroy cover.

Anyway, i'm really excited for this, and I know that the chances of anything really great coming from this are ultra thin, but whatever, who cares what happens and where i end up? As long as the trip there was fun, then it was worth it.

Because I'm Bored and Rhyhming Amuses Me

As one is one
and two is two
I am me
and you are you
So, if you care
I think you do
Here's a story
it's nothing new

There was a man
down by the docks
So weird was he
he wore wet socks
and he had this key
but owned no locks
So weird was he
down by the docks

This key some said
was to his head
And others hold
it's to his soul
Still others part
it's to his heart
but truth be told
this key was sold
to him at discount price.


I kinda got bored again there at the end.....

Welcome To The End

This is the end of the line. The last stop. There's nothing after this. This is the edge of reality, of the universe. Welcome to it. You're free to stay. You're free to move on. Let this moment wash over you. Take this time to remember where you were, what you've done, what you've planned to do. Now, realize that there's no going back, what's done is done. It's over. This is the end. Now, if you'll step right over here...

No, no, a little more that way..

Yes, there you go, that's good.

This is the beginning, welcome! From here, if you look right over there, you can see the future. Don't look too long, it's very bright, you know.

What's that?

Oh! You're confused!

That's okay, most people are. You see all things must come to an end. They must end so that other things can begin. Do you see the relationship now? Not quite? Well, most people see the end as scary, but it's just a small step from the end to the beginning, you see, so really it's not scary at all! It's rather exciting! Well, this is as far as I'm allowed to go, from here, you're on your own. Good luck and have some fun! Keep in touch now! Mmkay, bye...

They Don't make and Emoticon with a big enough smile

:) (: =] :] :D =D (that one just looks dirty....)
Seriously, I don't know how to explain, or tell, or express just how awesome today was.

Ummm, yeah, I just sat here for 5 minutes trying to figure it out, and I really can't.

:p

Love It

"When the power of love is greater than the love of power, the world will know peace." -Jimi Hendrix

Good News and Bad News

Good News: Cougar day was less boring than I thought it would be.

Bad News: Sore neck

Good News: I have some great friends. I love them all.

Bad News: Some aren't coming back next year.

Good News: My dad might be spending more time at home.

Bad News: It's because he was laid off. His last day is in July.

Good News: I'm trying hard to find a job.

Bad News: I guess no one wants to hire me.

Good News: The end is nigh. Summer is almost here.

Bad News: I need people to hang out with.

Good News: I think I'm out of "news".

Bad News: I think I'm out of "news".

YES!

Okay, no finals, no more projects, no more nothing, school might as well be out for me now!

I'm just a few more days away from freedom. So are you.

Love life and live it.

Attention!

We interrupt your regularly scheduled blog to bring you this breaking news!!!!

I JUST SAVED A BUNCH OF MONEY ON MY LIFE INSURANCE BY KILLING MYSELF!

We now continue with your program.

Phenomena, do do da dodo =]

I want a fedora. Just because.

I know, I know, you hear this from EVERYONE, but I love summer, it reminds me more of San Diego, only more windy up here. I was listening to Tom Petty earlier, the Wildflowers album, and I thought to myself, "Yeah, this pretty much sums up my life at the moment." If you are not familiar with this particular piece of work, go die, just kidding, but seriously, go kill yourself.... or listen to the album, both would please me. =]

Stolen iPod has given me the blues =[ and no job means no replacement.

FUCK SOMEONE HIRE ME!!!

-sob-

only not really, i'm not in a "good" mood, but I'm not in a "bad" one either. I'm just me. Go with the flow, roll with the punches, love life and live it.

Moving on.

Moving up.

Slowing down.

Shifting right.

Phase shifting.

New demension.

New world.

New life.

New mistakes.

Same old me. =]

I think i'm doing it again

I think I might be blogging for the sake of blogging again, which is never really good.

I must ahve posted at least 10 blogs in the past two days.

No not on this blog but on all of them. I don't really know why i have so many.

whatever.

this post is kinda stupid because it's a blog post about blogging for the sake of blogging and it's all just very redundant and i'm just going to stop now.

bye-bye

Cyanide & Happiness @ Explosm.net

Product of today's second hour

So today Mrs. Lizardi gave us pictures from the Vietnam War and told us to write a 5 paragraph essay about it. I asked if I could write a short story, she said that would be fine. I could not find the picture, and the story isn't a thousand words, but it's good enough.

September 22, 1966
As I write this I'm lying in my foxhole. Charlie must have taken a dinner break because the hail of fire we've been under all day has recently stopped.
Leonard, Karl, Denzel, Thomas, and Allan are lying here with me. As usual it's been raining all day, we're soaked and caked with mud. Karl's smoking a cigarette and Thomas has his bible out. Denzel is singing softly to himself in a corner and Leonard has been silent all day. Allan, on the other hand, keeps letting moans of pain escape his mouth. He was shot not two hours ago and the only medical attention he's gotten has been the the bandage I slapped on him. Even in the dark I can still see the blood shining as it flows out of his stomach. It's the worse place to get shot, the bullet peirces your stomach and acid seeps into your guts causing agonizing pain as you bleed out.
I don't know where the rest of our unit is. Lieutenant Dan hasn't sent word or orders all day. We only have about a day's worth of water and half that much ammunition. If we don't get help soon, we're all going to be as dead as Allan.

September 23, 1966
Turns out we weren't forgotten after all. The LT showed up, and we were all relieved, that is, everyone except Al. It was late last night, no one could sleep, his moans kept us awake. Then, finally, there was one last sharp intake of breath and then there was silence. They told us in basic that this war would make men out of us. I've never cried so much in my life.
As we lay Al in the bag, we stood over him and Thomas said a prayer, then we zipped him up. There's a saying in the military, "Some give some, and some give all." Allan gave it all. And though the world will never know his name, the five of us will never forget it. Some give some, and some give all.

walking down the street hand in hand
moon shines bright as the sun
in no particular direction are we headed
we just keep moving on
cool night air embracing us
stars not as abundant as they usually are
a side long glance at you
a smile appears on my face
the memories of ten years
look back over my shoulder
see the good times and bad
who am i kidding?
with you it's always good
look back at you
eyes connect
squeeze of the hand
smirks exchanged
look forward again
ten more years to come


I like how i can use incomplete thoughts and write them down and call it poetry, no matter how crappy it is.

Around The Bend Again

"They say that love blinds you... no, it's the one you're in love with who blinds you." -Kaiyla Darmer

So, yeah, Kaiyla said that to me in an email, and I thought it was one of the coolest things I've heard. It's so true.

I'm not really sure what else to say here..... just thought I'd share with you.

Here We Go Again

Today was a good day.
My mom got home this evening.
It's good to have her back.

Fuck money. Too much value placed into pieces of paper.
The lack of that shit keeps me from doing 80 percent of what I want to do.

I'm tired. No, not lack of sleep tired. I don't like the rhythm of my life so much at the moment. Don't get me wrong, I'm loving life, but I want it to speed up. I want a change of pace and I want to get out of the pattern I've fallen into.

Lately, I've been trying to do all that, and it's kinda working, but school is such a big part of my life that what I do outside of it effects my overall day fairly little.

thoughts to think upon

why is it that, in movies and books and songs, after just one kiss, everyone is ready to jump into the sack with anyone?
Man rushes into the room, sees girl, kisses girl, takes girl's clothes off, so on and so forth.
Seriously? that is what is passing for romance now? That seems sad to me...

I will never fully understand the actions of another. Will you?

Freedom means something different to every person. What does it mean to you?

Maybe, just maybe, I'll make that right turn. Then maybe, I will know my freedom.

If I live for the next adventure, am I wasting the time between adventures?

Planned spontaneity is more than an oxymoron, it is an empty promise.

If I showed up to your house and told you to come with me right then, no questions asked, would you come?

Do I need someone to be there? No

Do I want them there? Yes

We are all built the same, anatomically speaking, and yet everyone ticks just a little differently.

"Never tell me the odds" -Han Solo

The Past Few Days

They've been pretty damn awesome.

You know, I would have thought that I would be less tired after the play was over, but I'm not.

Though I guess that's mostly due to the fact taht I didn't get home until 5 am this morning =]
Late night, good times, definitely has to happen again.

I'm enjoying the growing garden in my front yard, I guess my mom is going to plant all my flowers when she gets home. She likes gardens. =]

I've discovered a lot about my self lately, and I'm liking every bit of it.

I've met some amazing people, and had some really good times.

It's been hard to stop smiling lately, with so many good thoughts and experiences.

I'm living life again, and loving living.

Any new philosophy....? Not really, more or less same old same old.

hahaha, I feel like I may be disappointing some, because apparently my blog is quite deep =]
but hey, I'm only human, I make mistakes and I'm far from perfect, ask my past =p

So, yeah, only human, just slightly more kick-ass than average, also, not afraid of getting arrested.

I like britni's thing of ending with a quote so here goes one of my all time favorites:

"To the well trained mind, death is but the next great adventure"