This is unheard of

"Anger at lies lasts forever, anger at truth can't last."--Greg Evans

I'm a college student. There's somewhat a bunch of stuff going on around me and I get caught up in a good portion of all that hullabaloo. Hence, I go to bed way too late and get up without much sleep with certain obligations like school and work. That generally means I'm all kinds of groggy and/or incoherent. Then that leads to affect my day in various ways. This happens and really, I thinks it's a part of life that we all tend to live on occasion.

This past week however I tried something. I set a personal goal. Not much, but it was something that I deemed important to me. What I had to do was simple but often times I saw myself not do anything about it because of laziness and lack of will. But I focused a little bit more and I saw a difference. I felt accomplished. I felt really good. This is something I haven't done in a long while (referring to goal-making) and I am wanting to experiment with it and what have you. I'm okay with this plan.

The other thing is that I went to bed before midnight two nights in a row. Last time I did that was about a year and a half ago. Sure, Saturday and Sunday were busy days, especially the latter, and I wanted to collapse on several occasions, the whole going to bed early is still a rather hard thing to do. But I did it. I saw a change in a lot of things. Good stuff was seen. Now the plan is to go to bed early. I'm going to see how long I can hold on to this and what will come of it. This is something that I want. I know there's a lot out there for me and I just need to stay strong and do what needs to be done. I know something good will happen.

Please take care of yourselves. You are all good peoples.

Curse you cleaning checks!!!

"I think most of us would be horrified to meet ourselves
and discover what everyone else already knows about us."--Bill Watterson

Aahhh....joyous day indeed. The sun was out. The weather warm. And hence, I've been out a lot. Got a call from my cousin and we hung out some. Good times indeed. I would have put out my hammock to just lay down and enjoy the world around me (which includes a bike rack and a parking lot, no grass), but we had cleaning checks today. First off, the people who manage this joint don't exactly agree with the hammock being out. And one of thems gives me the willies. So I avoided the place as much as I could. I was very okay with that. Cleaning checks take way too long the days are generally bad news for me. Hence the leaving.

Here are some of the things that made me very happy today. It was warm enough to wear a button up shirt that I stole from my Grandpa's closet. Also had the green chucks and silvertabs. And then I headed out to drop off a Moleskine to receive an artistic treating. While out I was able to see some peoples (one of which does the treating of the artistic type) I haven't seen in a long while. Those two make me happy. They needed to get and decided to go shopping and were nice enough to let me tag along. I should probably do that more often. It's been a feel good day.

Next week, hoping for good weather so I can actually lay out in the hammock. Um...you are great!!

Moleskines

"So... backwards, in what direction?"--The Skousenator

I should probably be doing homework as always, but I think we've already ascertained how I work. I'm okay with that. Today was about as normal as could be and whatnot. However, after classes and work and all else I went up to Barnes & Noble with a good friend to purchase Moleskines. The trip was good. We listened to some La Oreja de Van Gogh and discussed the usual moot points that infect our minds. Quite enjoyable really.

To elucidate, the Moleskine is one of those little black books. Yes, I'm one of those peoples. One generally envisages (if I am not equitable, please correct me) hmm....secrets, thoughts, zeal, inner-workings of oneself. For the most part yes. Secrets not so much (actually, all my secrets are esoteric in a box of Cheez-its underneath Brando's bed, not in the Moleskine). So this is the third one I will have. Out of the two that I have written in, they both have a stipulated personality to them. Each one at variance. And to tell the verisimilitude, I am excited what this new one will have in store.

Here's the basis of what goes into the Moleskine. The general journal entries, personal thoughts and quotes (either feel-good or funny). The above quote was written down last night due to a very relishable conversation the roomies and I had. So, pretty much whatever I decide to put in goes in. And that's about it. I'm averaging about four months per one. Well, whatever works. Please watch your step on your way out.

Sandra D.

"We don't assassinate people, we assassinate character."--[bénxa]

First off, my weekend was something else because of the symphony. That put me out of commision for a lot of stuff. Hello Moctezuma's Revenge!! However, that was all redeemed by the receival of the Chuck Taylor's on Friday. Made me super happy.

Anyway, Sandra D. The real reason for this entry. Sandra D. happens to be a concept. Imagine this, you're a college student and there are about 30,000 peoples in and out of classes all day long. Hence, you see lots of people around. You see a few here and there that you know but most are completely unkown to you. But within this mass of people that you don't know there's one or two that you see on a regular basis. So I happened to see a certain girl on a semi-often regular basis. Soon enough I found her quite attractive but never asked her name. But of course everyone has a name and while talking to Dr. Jones, I dubbed her Sandra D. It fit. Nothing ever came of anything there to make a long story short. We have come to realize that she fits the 1-1: "the attractive but unknown girl" of the semantic analysis of college dating. That's not my theory to publish but a very effective one nonetheless.

It's presidents day and already I'm tired. Probably because I played some soccer earlier on today. Also, I wouldn't be surprised by the food. We've decided today is a good day to watch Better off Dead. And I decided it's time to listen to Taking Back Sunday's, A Decade Under the Influence. Good stuff. Watch out for the symphony. Thanks

Holes and Alarms

"Do you want to be a reminder, a meeting, or a memo?"--Aimee

Yes Aimee, this one is dedicated to you. Why? Because I'm a jerk. While taking out the garbage (I do chores? That's amazing!!), I happened to catch a glance at a license plate with one of them borders that kindly had the name of the very joyous place of Jackson Hole, Wyoming. It was then that I was flooded with the memories of one special day where Aimee and I took a little excursion to said place. Aahh....the missed turnoff and adding an extra 40 miles. Then every store ruined by some product. My personal favorite, "Holly Hostess" and "Tickles Tapeworm". And then we couldn't leave the place because of some show going on in the middle of the street for freaking EVER!!! And the park was dumb and/or ghetto. So, I'm wondering if there will ever be a return trip. I might be okay with it someday.

Apparently I set off the alarm while leaving Wal-Mart. Before hand, there was the messed up problems with weight at the self check-out stand. I knew there was a reason why [bénxa] calls me "wheat thin". Also there was the girl that scored 10 points of cool for getting me that 7-up. So all in all, we had a good trip. We got everything we needed such as power cords and sticky mouse traps. "Not in the face, not in the face!!" Oh, and no missed turn-offs. I'm okay with that.

Have a nice trip!!

Me and yesterday's hamburger

"The world has turned and left me here
just where I was, before you were here
and in your place, an empty space
has filled the void behind my face"
--Weezer


Today has been bad. First off, it's really hard to muster up the desire to go to either work or school when your tummy is doing the weird, cramping thing. Thanks to yesterday's hamburger. And the only reason that I went up to campus was to take a test in which by the end my leg was doing some serious twitching. Good thing I didn't care what I got. I will say no more.

So I had some time to think. Should have thought about homework, but does that ever happen? Yeah, thought so. During this time there has been good times and good talks with the roommies and/or like stuff. And once again, another theory has emerged. I guess you could call it the electron theory about how the larger number of people attracted to one person, generally that one person becomes more of a jerk. Or something of that nature. People want nobks*. That just happens. Not Really Me has some great concepts/ideas about this kind of stuff. I myself, generally tend to lean towards the Sandra D. concept. For the most part, that has never really generated good news for me. But, we'll see what I can do.

Anyway, that's about all I can explain for you right now. The Sandra D. story is something else and will have it's own spiel. and whatever.


*--"nobk" is our basic four letter word. It basically means jerk, numbskull or someone not all that nice to me kind of person.

The Many Buttons

In this apartment, there is a certain love for buttons. This stems off of us playing non other than Nintendo's The Legend of Zelda, specifically, the Ocarina of Time. Of course, one is playing and you just happen to be fighting off enemies who need to be as we like to say, "jacked". And hence, those spectating can be heard yelling, "Press the jack button on 'em!!!". This then went on to become a part of our every-now-and-again speech. Example: whenever someone got the slightest injury, they would say "someone pressed the jack button on my finger" or whatever other body part that had a boo-boo.

Then along comes the staples commercial with the concept of the easy button. We thought that was a genius idea. I don't recall exactly who's idea it was (very sure not mine) we would write a word on the message board and put a circle around it and it would thence become a button. The words would then be slightly changed so that the "button" would have new meaning. We have done like stuff before. To get more acquainted with this concept please check out the blog about the board rule changes in my roommates blog "Ling and You!". You'll have a better idea what's going on.

Here are a few of the one's that we have done:

step 1. floor
step 2. florist
step 3. purist

another:

step 1. sloth
step 2. slosh
step 3. slush
step 4. lush
step 5. flush

Other ones include the off to oaf to loaf button. And so the trend continues. I say go and have fun with this. We have. And it's become rather quite fun to create buttons such as"liquify" or "shaft". I only ask of you to not press the "hit me in the face!!" button. Thank you much.

And then I started

"That bullet went to Paraguay on my face!!"--Benja [bénxa]

I consider myself relatively out of my gord. But anyway, everyone has their certain style and way of doing things and whatnot. So, generally I try not to have any problems with what people wear. This brings me to somewhat of a point. And the point is this: story-telling.

Some of the stuff that I wear stems from pranks that I have been a part of. Example number one: duct tape on the arm. Some people have asked "why?" and then I tell the story of the time where I and another two geniuses decided to wake up at 4:30am (we're more likely to go to bed at that time) to duct tape someone's door completely shut. After about 90 yards and nearly two rolls of said duct tape there was only a kind of small portion on the latter roll. And I just decided to put it on my arm a couple of days later. No particular reason. Just did. I think it looks kinda sporty. And it's been about eight months, so there.

Example number two: creepy lady on t-shirt. So we stuffed a girls bed full of newspaper. I'm very proud of that happenstance. So, on her door was put a picture of some creepy lady that we found in the mass of newspapers that we were crumpling up. That very same creepy lady is now on my door and I decided to buy iron-ons and make a t-shirt. Quite joyous really.

And to finish off, please purchase cheez-its

Theory number one-ish

"Ah man, I was going to throw myself into the food closet!"--Brando.

okey doke, now that I have something going on we'll see what I can do with this jazz here. Alrighty, first of all, you have to realize that I come from a place that only spawns tree-huggers, skinheads, hippies and weirdos. I myself have been leaning towards the latter so, believe whatever you want or something like that. And I like cheese.

Well, on to theory #1. We have to realize that me and dating have had quite the friendship....type thing. yeah, well, I AM RAD!!!! Also we have to realize that who I live with (including me, if I didn't live with myself that would be weird and who knows what kind of problems that would create) have had many a dating experience and so have come up with several dating theories. My sentence structuring has always been something else. Now, these make sense to me and if not to you well, go put on some deodorant and negate to listen to me. Did I mention that I am a linguistic anomaly? Okay, on to the theory:

This theory is entitled "Oil and Water"

So I once stated that girls and I are like oil and water and hence, one's initial thought is that girls and I don't mix. My roommate completly disagreed with me (and as I am sure that if any of you who know me would say the same thing and also another good many would say yup, correct). Now to understand this concept, one must realize what oil and water is used for in cooking generally speaking. So, one does not put oil and water together and have it as a final product. No, no. One must also add foodstuffs to the oil and water like chicken and vegetables and pasta or what have you (you are allowed to choose from an innumerable variety of edibles). While cooking, there must also be spices that should be added so that taste will be brought out. So, once cooked, the finished product should/will come out with some pleasing and/or appetizing features. You would, in fact, with a wonderful aroma have a product that would be (might I say) "stacy"*. --In retrospect, you could say that one needs to add their own spices to the dating pot or pan or whatever you would use and create something rather good. Of course you are allowed to interpret this however which way you so desire and please do so. Good luck and have fun.

Well, that would be the first of many of my published thinking works. please take care of yourselves these days.

Flops


*The word "stacy" comes from a time when a roommie asked me how my food was and I told him "tasty" but he heard "stacy" and hence really, really tasty food is now "stacy"