Mental Vacationing

I sit in the passenger seat of my mother's Volvo. It is early still, and I cover my mouth with my sleeve and yawn a sleepy sound that sends a warm tingle to my arms and legs. I'm not a morning person, I think to myself, and I need a cigarette. Behind me is my brown messenger bag, and from it I pull out a Camel Wide. They're not my favorite, but their extra-wide tube offers more tobacco and that's what I need right now.

We're driving along the coast on Highway 101, and the great Pacific Ocean is to my right for the duration of the drive. The fog hasn't rolled in yet, so the crashing of the waves and the varied pastels of the morning sunrise are stunning to me. I think for a moment on how I'd love to shoot this image.

My mind churns slowly over ideas, words, scenes from the last few years. I feel like I'm peering into a smashed mirror, shards disconnected and sharp, unable to see the distorted reflection in its entirety. It doesn't make sense to me. My thoughts are a jumbled mess.

20 years old and the only thing I want right now is a high to make me momentarily forget. Let me zone out, space out, check out; I'll deal with my problems and my relationships, but for now, just let me gloss my eyes over with a pill or a bowl or a pinch of this or that. I'm not ready for more disappointment. I'm not ready for more disappointment. I'm not ready for the bracing I must do to keep myself steady. And if no one else will listen, I will do it on my own. I have to and I will. With or without the world watching.

Double Noice

I miss you.

It's been too long.

I'll write soon.

il ritorno a casa

I'm moving back to Coos Bay this week.  Home to meth, poverty, and at least three Subways.  I can't say I'm looking forward to it (I'd assume it has something to do with feeling like I'm running away from something - what that something is... I'm still not certain).  But I'll be able to make some money and hopefully move back up to Eugene in a few months.

I sit back in my computer chair and it almost feels like my body has been worked over like laffy taffy in a three year old's hand.  All of my limbs feel like steel extensions: heavy, slow, unresponsive... maybe heat conducive too, in this freaking heat that's "setting the nation ablaze", haha.  And every time I wake up in the morning, it feels like I didn't rest well enough, you know?  I don't think I need more sleep.. maybe it's just boredom, seeping into my very bones.

Music is fantastic, and if you're at all interested in what kind of music I like to listen to, you should check out The Weepies.  Seriously, do what you can to find some of their songs and listen to them.  I mean, you prolly couldn't listen to this in front of most of your friends, especially if you're a dude.  All of your hetero-overdrive, Korn-listening, manly man types will give you the cold shoulder until you switch it to something more palatable, like this.

Before Sleep Comes

Three steps and

a sprint towards sleep,

the idea of you.

Two steps and

a sprint towards sleep,

the idea of me.

One more step and

a sprint towards sleep,

the grand idea of loneliness.

Twice every twenty-four, right before and right after,

I numb and make inaudible sounds.

My pillows are hugged out, dried out.

The greatness of me had to downsize.

Here I am.

How To Make Bread

Since I'm a total baller and I download movies off of the internet illegally, I found a good-quality version of Pixar's Wall*E.  I burned it onto a DVD and we've been meaning to watch it for the past couple of days, but only just got around to it tonight.  I really liked it, and it makes me want to see it in an actual movie theatre.

On a side note, this is how I make bread.

Edge of the World

Hey baby, wait and see

We're okay for another night

Lights so bright, long highway

We spent our whole lives dreaming

And now we walk slowly away

From the edge of the world

You my love, you won't leave

Broken hearts, fixed with rebuilt parts

Make us right, found your dove

That damn bird, it sings through the night

Hot Dog Stash Box

I found a picture of the hot dog "condiment holder" that I was talking about a bit ago. Check it.  See how shiny it is?  It glistens in the moonlight, too.  And it talks!  Did I mention that?  It says something like, "Line 'em up!  Relish, mustard, ketchup, onions!  Hot dogs!"

Lazy Summer Days

I found an incredible stash box today at a thrift store in town.  Of course, I was broke and had to say goodbye to my newfound friend.  It was this giant, plastic hot dog (about the size of a loaf of bread) that had a button on the side that said, "Press" on it.  As soon as you push it, the top of the hot dog automatically slides back and reveals a sweet, hidden compartment.  I'm looking at my desk right now and there's a perfect spot for it, right next to my incense holder and bottle of Hempz lotion.

Since it was hot out today (hold up - it's 9:11 PM right now.  Nothing weird about that, you're saying to yourself.  Wrong!  I catch the clock when it reads exactly 9:11 at least three or four times a week... it's creepy!), we decided we'd take our scrawny asses up the river a bit and go for a dip.  We had sandwiches and some sodas and chips, and we decided to pile up a bunch of rocks and make some sort of rock wall in the shallow water.  It looked great, guys.  Like, really great.

I've still got to do my laundry, and in order to do that, I've gotta go get some quarters.  K-Snooch out.

(Butt) Sex Talk

I found a pretty popular book at Goodwill the other day for 25 cents. Everything You Always Wanted To Know About Sex (But Were Afraid To Ask), explained by David Reuben, M.D.  Oh, and it was written back in 1969, so take that into account when I show you these excerpts from the book...

On the topic of male homosexuality:

What is male homosexuality?  Male homosexuality is a condition in which men have a driving emotional and sexual interest in other men.  Because of the anatomical and physiological limitations involved, there are some formidable obstacles to overcome.  Most homosexuals look upon this as a challenge and approach it with ingenuity and boundless energy.  In the process they often transform themselves into part-time women.  They don women's clothes, wear makeup, adopt feminine mannerisms, and occasionally even try to rearrange their bodies along feminine lines.

Look guys, it's true.  I (we) often transform into a part-time woman.  And I have to stuff since my breasts haven't dropped yet.  Haha, this guy is seeming a little silly.  Let's continue, shall we?

Surely there must be more to homosexuality?  There are dozens of variations but they all have this in common: the primary interest is the penis, not the person.  A homosexual may have as many as five sexual experiences in one evening - all with different partners.  He rarely knows their names - he is unlikely to see any of them again.  Besides, few homosexuals use their real names.  They generally go by aliases, choosing first names with a sexual connotation.  Harry, Dick, Peter, are the most favored.

Oh wow, he just hit the nail on the head.  I mean, I'm *certainly* not interested having a relationship with an actual human being.  Nope, I'm looking for a dim, brainless, hulk of a man that has a horse penis that never deflates.  And when I find that man, I'll be sure to use my fake gay name: Gaylord Seaman.

What about all the homosexuals who live together happily for years?  What about them?  They are mighty rare birds among the homosexual flock.  Moreover, the "happy" part remains to be seen.  The bitterest argument between husband and wife is a passionate love sonnet by comparison with a dialogue between a butch and his queen.  Live together?  Yes.  Happily?  Hardly.

Them be some mighty big fightin' words.  It doesn't even go on to explain that segment.  Instead, it simply dooms me to a wretched, bitter, loveless relationship (I care only about the penis, however, so it won't be *too* bad...).  And what about those gender role stereotypes?  Which am I, a butch or a queen?  I'd like to see myself more like Dr. David Reuben sees me: a dangerous, sexually-charged, superficial being with a love for sexually transmitted diseases and women's clothing.

Late Night Musing

Inside another sleepless night

I find myself poised behind a cigarette

A smoke filled conscienceness

Seems to be the only reality here

The clock reads late, but

Time seems to hold no bearing over me

As these tired words drag on I see

That as of late I'm slipping into uncertainty

Wound up in couch cushions and stale smoke

Like a fly caught in a web, trapped

The clock reads early now and sleep tempts these eyes

Listening to the sounds of late-night traffic

I feel a new day ahead

A Dazzling Display Of Colors!!

You know, I watched a firework documentary the other day at Ryan's house.  Something like 80% of America's fireworks come imported from China.  That got me thinking - how dank would a Chinese buffet be if they offered little sparklers in their beverages and and an ornamental dragon that sits at every table (when you push a button behind his ear, he giggles and produces flame!).  Consider that buffet to be wearing a Dankness Jacket of Magical Wonderment +12.

So a short note for you - Jared and I got each got ourselves (via our neighbor) a Sweet Tart, each of which has three hits of acid.  We're gonna give that a go, but I'll keep another blog window open so I can type on here if I feel so inclined.  Seriously, I'm going to enjoy this mix I just made, too.  Real quick, my top three psychedelic music groups:

1 - The Flaming Lips (Vein of Stars, My Cosmic Autumn Rebellion)

2 - Pink Floyd (Time, Any Colour You Like)

3 - Lemon Jelly (Space Walk, A Tune For Jack)

I've really needed some bathroom relief for the past few minutes, so I'm gonna dodge out and enjoy myself some toilet action.  I'll be hitting you up soon, so look forward to that!

I'm serious when I say "literally", by the way

Jared and I have found a new friend. It's a good thing, too - my roomies are camping for the second consecutive weekend and have left us to our own devices here at the apartment. The last time they left? The house smelled like reefer and spilt Pabst, and I think we might have eaten all the cereal...

Phidippus audax, aka the Bold Jumper Spider, is a beastly spider species that literally scares the shit out of me. I'm outside smoking a cigarette with J-Snoochie and Ryan when we find Larry sitting atop the handlebars of Mikey's bike. Larry is, of course, the name we gave it, and he's currently hanging out in a glass jar that we've outfitted with leaves, a stick or two, and a nice handful of grass*.

From the way I see, the little guy is prolly in paradise right now, with his makeshift luxury suite that's big enough for the whole family, enjoying himself IMMENSELY as the floppy fro and bushy beard of Jared pops in and out of view every few seconds. And since it's a jumping spider, we put a lid on the jar - BUT DON'T WORRY, animal lovers - we've made a couple of holes in the lid so Larry can get himself some oxygen action.

Anyway, Larry is beginning to make himself at home, and Jared and I are enjoying his company. I couldn't help but take a moment and think about the future, when Larry's gotten bigger and I've the wisdom of many years behind my old, frumpy body. Jared will have aged as well (but at three-times the rate of a normal person, due to a freak laboratory accident thirteen years from now), and we'll only hope that Larry remembers how kindly we treated him, and how often we gave him fresh foilage to play in, and how many times Jared softly sang to him as he fell asleep in his glass cage of emotion.

Oh, and remember how I said I met a guy named Leaf the other day? This morning, a guy with a cat in a harness walks up and asks if we have some change. I didn't (I did, but I didn't - you feel me?) but he gave us a smile and a handshake anyway. His name was Cloud, and his cat Cloudy.

Eugene is definitely a hippie town. I'm changing my name to either Willow or Moon Beam by the end of the week.

* Fuck grass.  Allergies are a bitch.

Barackoburgers

Okay, so I'm bad with commitment. I actually won 2nd in a district chess meet when I was in sixth grade, though, so I think that makes up for it.  I'm sure you see my logic.

I was standing in the middle of a field with five other brothers and sisters, all of us with a heavy ball in our hand.  We were playing bocce, see?  It's a game of immense skill requiring rapid reflexes compounded with agility, strength, speed, and dexterity.  Of course, it turns out I'm a skull-crusher when points are concerned.  The good Lord has gifted me with a talent - (insert joke about ''ball handling'' or ''playing with my balls'' here) - and I'll be damned if I don't use it!

Whilst playing this fabulous game, however, we met a guy named Leaf.  What the fuck kind of name is Leaf, by the way?  This guy, he seemed drunk or high or crizacked out or what have you, but we invited him to play some rounds with us, and he'd just use his frisbee instead of a bocce ball.  It was pretty good, aside from some failed co-op juggling attempts with Mikey...  Oh, and once, when we finally got out of that field and into some shade, Leaf says, "Ready?" and grins real big, and then flings the jack right back into the same damn field.  But he was cool, and he wasn't too bad with his frisbee, either.  And need I mention that Jared and I (we were on teams) totally took first?  No, I didn't really think so either.

It's pretty late out right now, and there's a thunderstorm outside.  Oh and hey, I had an interview at The Bijou on Saturday.  It went pretty well and I'm hoping to hear from them by Tuesday.  I'm feeling pretty confident about it, but I'll put a post up as soon as I hear something.

I'm sleepy, and I'm gonna doze off with a PS2 controller in my hand...

It's a laugh. It's a devil.

Oh blog, how I've missed your understanding text box, letting me type any and all of everything.  Your sweet, sweet picture import options and beautiful font selection speaks to the very core of me.  I am in love with you, Blog.  I want to serenade you with my songs of love and expression whilst slipping it in to you, riding my mount home to your sexy stables of seduction and HTML editing.

So yes, let this be an informal apology for being away for a month and a half.  It's been an awful month and a half, if that makes you feel any better.  I guess a shortened summary should do, so I'll give that a try:  

I am no longer dating my ex (ooh, that's weird) boyfriend Aaron.  We had decided to give it a two week break, and the next time we met would be for bagels.  Fast forward to Bagel Day.  Now, I know this is a summary, but I have to express how much I love bagels.  And what's more lovable than a bagel?  A bagel sandwich, brother.  A properly made bagel sandwich is the bane of my very existence.  

So yeah, back on track: I have a fantastic bagel sandwich that included avocado and turkey and cream cheese, and afterwards we stroll to the nearby park.  It was sunny with a high of 75, and the maple trees and huge weeping willow reinforced the feeling of summer with their color and their smells and their dark shadows cast against the grass.

And so, yeah, it was there that we decided not to remain a couple.  He got scared, he told me, and thought that we'd be happier like this.  But I'm a stubborn, realistic guy who likes to have the facts when it comes to important shit like this, so I fought it.  I mean, there wasn't much fighting I could do, but I tried to get answers out of him.  He wanted to know what I was looking to hear, but I didn't have any stipulations, I just wanted to hear him talk..  

The lights in my Aaron Room were quickly fading and I needed to keep looking at him, listening to him, archiving and chronicling everything I loved about him before his face was too dim and his voice too quiet.  And suddenly, signaled by a wretched twist in my stomach and the wavy impression tears can give, that light was switched off.  I sat there in the park, next to this stranger, and had a distinct disconnect.  Wherever all of the little tiny IBM servers are stored in my brain, maintaining and processing and recording all of me, a single cord must have been unplugged.

Fast forward again, and now it's Monday, June 16th.  Aaron's birthday was four days ago.  He was leaving the day after his birthday for the summer to go back home, and so he called and said he wanted to stop by and get some of his things.  He picked them up and stayed for a bit, and we talked about movies and music and the typical topics that less-than-best-friends have.

He starts to leave and I follow him outside.  I shut the door behind me and we're standing awful close to one another.  I'm looking at him, trying to read his thoughts and communicate to him that I still love him without actually vocalizing it.  And then he leans in.  I act accordingly, but when our lips meet, he pulls me toward him.  I slip my arm around his waist, confused but intrigued at what's going on. 

It's a long time that we stood there, leaning on each other, embracing, kissing.. And I hated him.  And I loved him.  And I hated him again, for all of this.  But his face was moving, talking now, suggesting we have sex in his mom's car.  In a blind stupor I follow and we do, and it's great.  I slip my pants back on and I get out of the vehicle with beads of sweat on my forehead, and we say our goodbyes and he hops in the driver seat and shuts the door.

I walked to the front of the house, near our kissing crime scene, and I stand and wait for him to drive down the street.  I don't know why I do stuff like that, but I assume it's something to do with chivalry and the fact that I perhaps wanted to air out myself so I didn't smell too much like buttsex when I went inside to Jared.   Aaron starts up the car and drives off, and I wave to him.  

And I hate him.  And I love him.  And I think about how we'll turn out, and who we'll turn out with.

This is definitely not a short summary, is it?  It doesn't look like it.  Sorry about that, Bloggy, but now that I'll hopefully be around more regularly, you've got nothing to worry about - I'll have plenty of time to update you about what I had for breakfast and how many grams of pot we can manage to smoke in one day.  Seriously, I'll keep you abreast of the news.  I'll keep you abreast.  I'll keep abreast.  Abreast.  

Tits.

Strawberry fields forever...

#1 - Yesterday was my last day smoking cigarettes.  So when I woke up today, at the point where I'd normally have a cigarette... I DIDN'T have one.  I'd normally take a shower, maybe shave my face free of it's stubble, and then have a schmoke outside.  Not today, and not tomorrow, and prolly not for a while.  Stay strong, Keith, it's for your own good!

#2 - LOST.  Best. Episode. Ever.  (Not really, but it was pretty aight.)

#3 - Aaron's going to Indonesia!  He called me up on the phone and told me that he was going.  We've talked about it before, saying how cool it would be to go, and so he finally got ahold of his parents and they've given him the thumbs up via his dad's air miles.  I'm happy for him, really, but at the same time, I feel this twinge of something.  I don't know what it is, but I assume it's envy.  I'm not green with it, but I really do wanna go with him.  That's gonna be awesome, and I can't help but think about how much MORE awesome it would be if I could go with him.  Backpack around, visit friends, buy crappy souvenirs, blah blah blah...  It would be neat.

Hookers and shrooms...

1) It's my birthday!

2) Aaron got me GTA IV. Seriously, that's so rad.

3) I enjoyed some zany tea last night, and it kicked my ass. In a good way.

Real Life Bowser

1) It's official - Mario Kart Wii is amazing, despite any of my hesitations about it.  But it's understandable, right?  I mean, Double Dash was incredible, and the DS version had lots of neat features, and the 64 and SNES versions are perfect anyway...  So it was easy for me to be kinda scared because I care so deeply (dankly) about the series.  But yes, rest assured, chillums - Mario Kart Wii is fantastic.  Oooh, and I just unlocked Rosalina, the princess from Super Mario Galaxy!  (By the way, consider that game BEATEN, hellz yeah 120 STARS!!!1!!)

2) My birthday is tomorrow, and I got a card in the mail from Aaron's mom!  It's a sweet card, with little windows on the front to show different colored flowers.  And she put a gift card in there too, so total hats off to her.  *sigh*  I miss that naughty girl.  (Don't ask questions...)

3) I'm going to pick up an application for Red Robin today!  They don't drug test, and the dudes who live above us in our apartment complex both work there and suggested I tell them they sent me!  Troy said he makes $40 a night on average from tips, and that alone is making me jaw drop.  Here's to good job hunting luck!

FIFA Brings Out The Best

^1 - Lost was on last night.  It's an intensely amazing show, it really is.  And I feel that it is my duty, nay, my DESTINY to lead others to Christ/John Locke.  To spread the good news, to enlighten and embolden.  To let the little children know that YES!  There is a place for them!  And it can only be found by following exact, precise coordinates that allow you safe and secret passage into Eden/a time warp.

^2 - I shouldn't be talking about two tv shows in one night, but The Office was crackin', too.  It was funny, it was informative, and it really shed some light on characters - Ryan, especially.  I dunno, I feel silly for saying this, but I've spent so much time with these characters and these stories that I really do care for them.  I want things to work out for Jim, and I want to see Michael grow up a little bit, like I know he has since the show started.  I don't know, it's great.

^3 - Aaron.  Whew, that's a mouthful.  Lots of history, lots of feelings, lots of learning and living.  Here's to us, and here's another in hopes that it'll work out in the long run.

Damn it, I need to figure out the title for the post BEFORE I write it, cuz' this is sendin' me ova DA EDGEE@@@@!!!!!!

1) I totally preordered Mario Kart for the Wii today.  It was $50 and it comes with teh Wii Wheel.  What Justin might NOT know is that I've seen most of a video that included all 32 tracks from the new game.  It was on the internet.  And I do feel bad, people, cause I know that's cheating in a way.  But come on, I think about it like this: I am in absolute 100% love with the Mario Kart series, so much so that I'm eager to gobble up any morsel of info on the topic, including previews of every track (16 retro and 16 new), all three laps (of course, as usual, some with one less, or a couple more), and even gets ridiculous enough to include every menu screen, even for the options and multiplayer menus, just to really show everything the game has to offer.  And me?  What do I do in all of this?  I treat it like a buffet, but my belly never gets full.

2) I had Red Robin today with my mom and grandma.  It was nice, and it was for my birthday, so I guess it was kinda extra nice.  I had chicken strips and bottomless fries, and hot damn they were the best I've had in quite some time (here's to you, Schwan's Man).  She gave me some cash *mumblemumblecigarettesmumble*, so that was cool.  Of course, for those of you who don't know, my birthday isn't until the 29th.  Just FYI, so you can find that perfect e-card that I'll so look forward to every year.

3)  I'm way drunk.  And a lil bit high.  And I've gotta pee like a mother.  Serious, I'm gonna pee my freakin' jeans.  I've gotta go.

A Quickie

So I know I haven't posted in a couple of days, and I haven't even really been that busy.  Had a party on the 19th (a pre 4/20 party) that was baller, and hung out with Justin quite a bit.  I'm actually headed to Aaron's dorm right now, as soon as Mikey gets done with his DS game.  I'm packing a pair of pants and a shirt to change into later on, since I'm dressed in camo shorts and a t-shirt right now.  Aaron wants to kick a ball around, so I'll let him teach me some tricks while looking majorly badass thanks to my green "I'm a Power Putter!" tee.

My birthday is a week from tomorrow, and I'm going to quit smoking (death sticks AND Mary Jane) after April 31st.  Hold me to it, folks.

Bonafide Lovin'

Yesterday was a semi-busy day.

1) The Red Wings FC had their first soccer game today against the Delts and Ladies.  Of course, this is all just intramural soccer, and the Red Wings is the team that Aaron's on.  He's definitely an MVP, d-d-definitely.  And yeah, they totally won!  2-1 against some frat guys and sorority girls.  Pretty sweet, huh?

2) My dad took me to Olive Garden for my early birthday dinner.  He came through town from Vancouver so he could pick up my washer and dryer since I've no place to store it in the new apartment.  So we went to The Olive Garden and I got some Chicken Alfredo with angel hair pasta, in honor of Aaron too.  And the pen that my dad was given to sign the check totally busted open all over his hand.  Haha, it looked like he got in a fight with the Penguin as played by Danny DeVito.

3) Jimmy and I went to a party with Aaron and the team at Lily and Michelle's house.  I've been there a good few times before, but this time, when we were out on the deck smoking a cigarette, a bumlady totally walked up and asked for a puff of Jimmy's cigarette (of which she smoked the entire thing).  She asked us for some blankets, called Aaron handsome, and nearly stumbled on her way down the stairs.

Tenderoni

So, 1) my dad came through town and dropped off some much needed rations, so that was neat.  Some stuff for sandwiches and noodles and stuff like that, just to help pad our empty white cupboards.  And he also got me a phone for my birthday.  It's a Cricket phone, and he prepaid for two months so that's cool.  But I don't think I can call our text anyone with a Coos Bay number, which sorta blows.

2) I had a delicious turkey sandwich tonight, with crisp tomatoes and nice, bright green lettuce and some olive oil mayo.  My body thanked me later with a some gaseous musical noises.

3) In the constant quest to unpack everything in our house and get things organized once and for all, I set up my surround sound equipment in my room, so that way all of the speakers center the noise right on my bed.  :P  The bass totally rocks, and I've been digging a Chromeo album I have.  Thanks to Aaron for that one, he's got good taste in music.

Rainbow glasses and Frank Ticheli

Today we continue the celebration of Justin's birthday.  Haha, that cat is goofy cool.  Here's a rundown of three great things about today.

#1 - I finally got my full length mirror from our old house!!  And Heidi and I totally went through a bunch of boxes around our new apartment and unpacked everything but a few boxes that we'll finish up later.  So yeah, our pad is lookin' hip.

#2 - Job hunting sucks, but I got an email from a lady who's needing help with photography work in the schools around Eugene, and so she'd train me on some Photoshop and then go help her do what she does (I haven't gotten all the specifics, but I'm gonna go and email her a big fat yes on my end, cuz I needs some money around here).

#3 - Whippits are enlightening, aren't they?  A box of 24 of them is an unstoppable, apocalyptic event that will inevitably tear the very fabric of my existence apart and then toss a stick of dynamite into the resulting hole.  Haha, I'll hole up in my closet and not come out for a week.

Happy happy happy happy birthday

#1 - Justin turned 21 today!  Happy birthday to Justin!  He made his first alcoholic purchase today, so hats off to him!

#2 - As we walked out the door at 11:55 to make it to 7-11 by midnight so Justin can start the ball rolling early, we could hear in the distance the sound of a train blowing it's whistle.  We suddenly dashed to the car and hopped in, hoping to outrun the train so we didn't have to wait ten minutes and be late for Justin's first (legal) beer.  The car sped down the road, and we quickly caught on that we weren't gonna make it (well, the railroad lights and the bar that comes down was the real tell), so we took a sharp right on 1st and Justin tore into the road in his Mazda RX7.  We took a left at the next stoplight, and as we passed over the traintracks, we could see the train a little ways down puffing steam and blaring on it's horn.  It was so radical - the first time I outran a train.  Talk about badass.

#3 - I had a $2 scratch-it that I sniped from Heidi and got some nachos with it at 7-11.  Not only were the nachos delicious, I also had a great time walking there and listening to Switchfoot.  Now, I know Switchfoot is supposedly a Christian band, but let me tell you, they're also a Sunny Day band.  Like, their songs fit really well into any sunny day, and especially while taking a walk.  Songs that lyricize about adding to the noise, and wanting life to be more than fine.  It really stirs my wok, listening to some of that.

Super Tuesday

Wow, talk about uncommitted, huh? I just saw my last post about trying to blog more consistently (and that one was in late September, so what, six months later?), and I even say that I'm gonna go as far as finding three beautiful things to write about. So hell, I'll give it a try.

Numero Uno: I got a salad from Dux on the UofO campus. It was a Chicken Cesear salad and it looked delicious, but I didn't have the stomach for it at the time, so I took it home. And then here comes Heidi, and she suggests we make sandwiches, so we do and then she drops this bomb: she says, "Let's put the salad on the sandwich!" The next ten minutes were spent in a delirious, food-driven haze as I munched down on the best ham sandwich (with salad) I've ever had.

2 - Aaron and I decided to take a break today (tonight, rather... right before we got the salad, so we were all teary-eyed and red-faced still... or at least I was). Things have been a bit off as time sweeps us up and shakes us loose, and as a two-person tag-team, we were getting a bit unbalanced and so we're trying this break thing. So I guess that's not beautiful, I know... But aha! I now dedicate the next three weeks to finding suitable work (Taco Bell is right down the road, and they're ALWAYS hiring). And you know what's beautiful about that? Free bean burritos.

3. Heidi really unleashed herself tonight in my room. She's been complaining all week about being gassy, and damn that bitch wasn't LYING. I figured the fan would help, but all it did was help the wretched air circulate into every nook and cranny of my bedroom. So then I tried incense I got from the dollar store, and that really seemed to do the trick. Seriously, if you ever wanna get rid of an awful smell by replacing it with an equally awful smell that is slightly more tolerable, then go the dollar store way.

Goodnight, guys. I'm hitting the sack. It's been a slow, really long day, and my futon is calling my name.