halloween

venture bros. costume. zombie wop. party on, wayne.

I've been dragging my tusks for miles.

Monday Rundown

Waking up:
Monday Morning Motivation is a great idea, though not one I would subscribe to. Cake for breakfast. This will work just fine.

Philosophy:
Look. Nowhere in the syllabus does it say that you are obligated to miss the point of every discussion we have. On a related note, you don't have to absolutely over-react every chance you get. Just because a philosophical writing supposes something, it does not mean that something is absolute. No one in this room is insinuating that autistic people aren't human. We do, however, believe you are not nearly skinny enough for your skinny jeans. You should probably just calm down. And have a yogurt.

Communications:
I did not realize that oral reports on books counted as speeches. At least not in college. I should hope that this comes at great cost in the "points" department. Get the red pen ready. As far as your topic: Really? Moby Dick was about "a man hunting a whale"? I suppose you're right, you know, technically. In that sense, I suppose you could say Where the Red Fern Grows is about the best way to feed a dog to a wolverine. I'm really glad you're in the Honors Program and I'm not. You're doing a fantastic job.

Anthropology:
Fucking everything anthropological happened in goddamn Papau, New Guinea, didn't it? Well, didn't it?! Also, I always thought absolute relativism was pretty dangerous. Nope. Its part of the curriculum.

Dinner: Food is good.

Nap.

1/52

Its Sunday.

I have no idea how to open this one. There. I did it.

This weekend was pretty fantastic. I turned 20. My friends threw me a party. People came, and we had a lot of fun. This coming weekend will be the same party with more people and costumes. And more alcohol. And presumably more vomiting --- but the good kind! I am in posession of the smallest pair of Levi 501's in production for a man my size. Party on, Wayne. For my birthday I got 50 dollars, some wine glasses, a free-wing dinner, a yo-yo, a book, and a "The Trouble with Tribbles is... They're Crazy DELICIOUS" kirk shirt. I should say it was a good haul. I got to see Ben (beardless though he be) and his girlfriend all spiffed up, wedding style, stolen champagne in hand (though it wasn't from Champagne --- so it was really sparkling wine, parenthetically speaking).

I suspect this week will be one of the most arduous weeks of my life, but I am leary to say so, as I am certain it will quickly be seconded by the week following it. In short, I live for the weekends. So long as the weather stays livable, I can stave off the northeast season feelings. After its all said and done, I'm not ready to be dormant yet.

I'm easing this into some vague crap. No I'm not. Let's go. Venture Bros. in 25 minutes.

I'm feeling a change. At one point you were important. At one point, you filled the frame. Anymore, I'm not so sure. Yes I am. I've never been so confident. I feel a comfort in your company. You mantle seems calming --- but its a lie when you wear it. I don't need all the frills, but that is obviously not an option. I'm not buying what you're selling. I know you would hate to break up the set, but I've already got someone for that.
I love the imagery, for sure. Very appealing. You've put it all together so nicely; a great fit. Even so, complex systems of mirrors don't quite match my taste. I'm really not interested in struggling to take what I want from this. In short, I think I hate most of you. Next time you surrender, we can hope it will be for the last time.

I used to have a Yomega firebale saber wing Yo-Yo. I wonder where I can get one.

It feels awesome outside.

In an hour or so, I'm about to eat what will easily be the most expensive meal I have ever had. It will have been alive no more than eight hours before I order it to be cooked. It will most likely have lived in the sea at one point. Hopefully, this former sea-dwelling creature would have stood a good chance of killing me, should I have pursued it in its own element. Ideally, this will be, by no short measure, the best food I ever eaten. I'm terrified that the side dishes won't be as good as they should be. Let's hope this isn't an issue.

I think I would one day like to wrestle a dolphin. I'm 100% confident the dolphin would kick my ass, and I have no doubt I would emerge from this friendly match with no less than four broken ribs. I watched a documentary when I was little about dolphins and sharks, and apparently dolphins like to headbutt the shit out of some sharks. Now, I'd wager than I'm no more than half as tough as a shark, so if a dolphin headbutt makes a shark think, "Damn, that was some headbutt," (which was what the sharks were thinking --- I'm just going from their facial expressions of course...) I'm fairly confident that a dolphin headbutt would make me see God. Even so, I would like to think that after I confessed defeat to the dolphin we could share the dolphin version of a best-inter-species-friends-forever hug and maybe a can of chunked white albacore and then I would ride along side him, holding on to his fin as he swam into the sunset.

Sounds pretty badass, right? I know.

its called seasonal depression. sometimes it gets bad.

and im holding out until after friday, come hell or high water.

Bleh. It's Saturday. Sunday now. You know.

Tonight I was going to go see Where the Wild Things Are. Everyone is really excited about it. I read the book when I was little. I liked "Are You My Mommy", "Are You My Daddy", and "Go Tell it to the Tucan" more. Still, I wanted to see Spike Jonze at work. Either way, I didn't get to see it.

I wrote a song tonight, which I am less proud of with each growing moment, and I wasn't terribly proud of it to start with. I'm no Jesse Lacey. Not on paper.

I want to start drawing again, but I don't have any good things to draw from. If anyone wants to take their clothes off, I want to draw them. If anyone has pictures, I'd like to see them.

A Grasshopper lives in my basement. I'm not sure what he subsists on, but I'm growing accustomed to his face --- If grasshoppers have faces, I mean.

Suddenly I'm in an emo band. Not like new emo, with the mascara and the black suits. Like old emo, like Rites of Spring (sort of) or Sunny Day Real Estate (I suppose). I think I'm mostly in an emo band like Jesse Lacey. Except I'm not talented. I can be just as pissed about things as well as he can, though. From now on I'm only going to listen to Daisey and Daydream Nation. Practice telling me how deep I am.

My birthday is this week. Don't tell anyone, but I'm turning 20, and I think I may be inadvertantly investing a large percentage of my emotional well-being on this upcoming weekend going well. Fingers crossed.

I miss people I don't even know. I miss people I barely even remember. Christ.

I'm going to bed. I wish I was tired.

is it me or is it me --- that can't see silver linings?



ive got great friends.

Today I ran around the entire UofL campus.
Today I practiced playing music with my friends.
Today I got some new ideas for songs.
Today I ate Qdoba.
Today I saw Joel.
Today I talked to a friend about hypothetical physics and God over a Chai tea latte.
Today I saw a good friend, and hopefully will see him again soon.
Today I drove home at two in the morning, listening to jazz hip-hop.

Today was a good day.

i wanted to post a video of a song, but i dont know any good music.

Updates

I'm working on filling in my weekend. It's going alright. I think I'm going to blow some money on some Sega Genesis games at Book and Music Exchange. I think I can get a good deal, because I've been helping this guy who works there in our weight lifting class, and he alluded to hooking me up. This is pretty sweet.

Spongebob is on, which I enjoy. Even as a soon-to-be grown-ass-man, I still love watching Spongebob. This episode is the one where Mr. Krabs insists on building a wishing well, and then places Spongebob in the well to collect coins people will presumably throw into it. This is pretty sweet.

At work, I've been working on this "special project". This basically means I do work that I don't usually do, and get paid the same, and don't get any special recognition. On the up side, I get to work right next to a large refrigeration unit, which blows a nice breeze on me all night. This is pretty sweet.

I'm also listening to the new Austrian Death Machine album. It's called "Double Brutal" and is easily twice as brutal as "Total Brutal" was, which --- in case you couldn't tell, was Totally Brutal. This is also pretty sweet.

God, I fucking love fall weather.