Halt the Spun World

Haiti.  Now Chile.  The world is in chaos.  What the fuck does politics and history matter when mother nature can just wipe it all out?  Tell the truth some time and actually legitimately care for some one.  (My fortune cookie moment).

Movies:  Ninja Assassin is a less plot driven movie than Hitman.

Music Playlist:  Something with Offspring, Rise Against, Weezer, and At the Drive-in.

I'm trying to keep writing.  Kinda pushing myself to keep going.  This is the better of the things that have been going onto paper:

Halt the Spun World

Drop to your knees and beg the world to stop spinning.
She dreams of a moment where it all just stops.
Don’t close your eyes and forget me,
Just quit going the way you’re headed.
Follow me, she begs, and we’ll bypass all the chaos.
The route through the madness that only we can take

She falls to her knees.

Or maybe it’s just me and my head is spinning.
I’ve dropped down and it all just won’t stop.
Please help me get my feet planted firmly.
It’s all jaded and it’s all still spinning.
2/28/2010

Hectic

I'm sympathetic, usually, to people who are really busy and feel over worked.  Last time I felt like this I was in Iraq and trying to do everything.  Instead of it just being one job with multiple tasks, now it's multiple responsibilities with certain requirements.  For example, I have work which is being dumb as usual; homework and school in general and the tasks that go along with that; the breaking down of my car and now the research that goes along with the purchase of a new car;  finding out that my credit is pretty terrible and getting a loan will be fun; and I always have a general finance worry on my mind.  Sweet.

G. Love put on a decent show, though I think I enjoyed the Vancouver band was better.  He didn't play I-76 and I was elbowing rude people out of my way the entire show.

I think I'll just stay indoors and do the things that I do.

The Games We Play

I should probably be working on homework, but fuck it.

I made a new game that I love playing when I drink.  When I go to the bathroom I time my flush so that my peeing ends just before the flushing ends.  This game gets really difficult at other people's houses, bars, and other foreign piss-receptacles.  I have, however, figured out my own toilet pretty well due to this game.  Though another complexity to the aforementioned game is knowing your own bladder.  I have found that mine can be sometimes deceptive and cruel.

In other news:  I have scheduled G. Love concert next friday and a wine tour the final weekend in February.  I'm pretty excited about both of these.

Not Recent:  I have changed my feelings on which beer to use for mass quantities.  I have moved from Bud Light to Coors Light.  This feeling was persuaded from Evan, mostly.  In turn I have persuaded multiple others to try Coors Light in comparison and have gotten those individuals to change their opinions, mostly Sam. 

As mentioned in Sketchy is my feeling on a line I had for a poem.  I have since then steadily, and slowly, worked a poem out.  It is as follows.

Busted Afternoons

I saw her standing there in the afternoon.

The glint in Jade’s eye piercing me with…

Misunderstanding, it’s all just a big…

Crowding feelings and mixed emotions.

Waste of my time.

Forget the things that didn’t last.

Forget the things that will come to pass.

Choking on words like the breaths of

Air on which I do not speak.

Lost in translation and held back

By the serifs caught on my tongue.

Crushed dreams from empty promises.

Busted afternoons and long nights alone.

2/4/2010

Time to crack a beer and do some homework.

...Sketchy...

A usual day for me involves work, booze & video games with my friends and sleep only to wake up and do it all over again. Not that that has changed a whole lot, but some things are different.
1. I like to write in some list or bullet format sometimes
2. I started school again. College for that matter. I'm taking classes that interest me.
3. Evan barely plays video games due to a crappy connection, so my time has been dwindling too.
4. Writing lately has been interesting. The lines aren't flowing in a manner that makes sense or that would be a good poem. It's sketchy...
Example: Tonight felt forced and I came up with "Misunderstanding, it's all just a big - waste of time." Bam, stuck, me going nowhere else with that line. That sucks. Worst part is that it isn't the first time.

I guess I felt that I needed to get that off my chest.

Memories Flood

In whatever way it is done; I'm not sure, but I am convinced memories are not stored in a linear manner. I have found on this trip home that the strangest of recollections pour into my thoughts. I'm not sure how to better explain it than that. I do the simplest of things while I'm home and my mind races to all these different events that have taken place. I was eating an old favorite - Death by Chocolate, and I literally lost myself in thought for the entirety of the bowl of ice cream.

Along the same lines: I get deja vu. A phenomenon where as you do something you feel you have been in that situation before, done that thing and were in that place (or along those lines). I often find this the case. However, I have run into the instances of hmmm... precognition, premonition, whatever you may want to call it, the future sight. I'm not saying I believe in madam fortuna or the likes, or tarot (although I do find astrology interesting), but I have in a manner of saying a sense of a futuristic mentality.
- The reason for posting this is due to the fact that tonight I had a creepy one. I felt the need to post something in the relation to it. Perhaps remind myself: strange thing how memories work.

Read up on it sometime. A memory can really deceive you. You can picture something in a particular way all your life, only to have the fact brought forth and be completely different. The color of a shirt changing from blue to black. The memory of shoes changing from skater style to moccasins. I ramble, and for that I apologize. The best thing to do, find the memory you want to never change and write it down, at that moment take a picture. The best thing for a mind to properly assemble and form a memory is for fact to assist it. You can remember how cold it really was when you see that old picture of your family at the ski resort. How your toes felt like they were going to break off.

Thanks for coming along when you did twenty-ten. What would I do without a new year to start me off right.

Italian Women

Thank god for Italian women. I have had four different Italian women cook for me in just over a month. Thanksgiving I had a sweet meal with my sister's friend who was out in San Diego, Joy. Then I come home for Christmas and these women won't leave me be. My mom is placing her best meals on the table before me. Always trying to make me eat more and more. How did I do it before? I feel fat AND sassy. After Christmas my parents and I make our trip down to visit more family in Maryland and Pennsylvania. Upon arrival in Maryland, my aunt (married into my dad's side) feeds me non-stop the entire time of being there. We continue to Natrona Heights, Pennsylvania and there I have my mom's mom, my grandma, cooking too. HOLY NON-STOP EATING BATMAN!

Not only that, but when I arrived home Evan fed me his mom's famous Christmas cookies and a sangwich that was deli worthy (something that had steak and cheese and deliciousness, with an appetizer, side, entree, and desert of beer).

I could have had more Italian cooking when I was offered tiramisu, but I declined as I had seriously eaten less than an hour ago.

Happenings: Evan, Rob and I are set to make a trip to Nubs Nob and have a board/drink fest of 2010. Should be an awesome time.

Ringing in the New Year: Eventful, to say the least. I might not have had champagne readily available, but we had the champagne of beers (Miller High Life). Plus Rob and I have more hilarity to add to our story collection.

All in all, thank god for Italian women.

RJ-45

I know I may have "borrowed" an idea from my milk toof. I love the thought of my job allowing me to create something geeky and fun. Try this:



RJ-45 is helping set up the servers.

The phones are up. RJ-45 needs to make a call.


This programming stuff is hard.


RJ-45 can plug the fiber in and get a green light.


RJ-45 needs to clean off the dirty gear.


RJ-45 found a huge casing and fell in. Oh dear.