3rd Time is the Charm: Disposition

Disposition

End of heartache
Gorgeous is just a formality
Teeter on interest
Unbecoming and
Jaded disposition.

4/8/2010

Poem for Winter

A Winter Walk

I take a walk that is frequent in clairvoyance.

Shuffling my feet along to ease my mind because

I am riddled by temple hemispheres.

Drifted banks of snow, line the path I walk.

Indents into ankle high powder are the footsteps of my past.

I place my next foot over soft unique snowflakes

Which are then pressed into eight inch patterns.

Each footfall is a fresh start in any direction.

The chill breeze at my back edging me along

While I drag my feet with reminiscence.

Each step confronting openly the future.

My fingertips curled into my jade sweatshirt

Fumbling the leafs onto which I have written.

The papers fall to the wayside and scatter.

Meaning lost in diction and connotation.

Imagery forgotten with syllables and stress.

3/21/2010

Location, Location, Location

I had some firsts on my trip to Snowbird, Utah.
1. Snowboarding on some real mountains.  AWESOME!
2. Saki-bomb.  I had three.  They were okay.  Better beer might have made that a better experience.
3. Managing to get drunk in a state where 3.2% alcohol is all you can find.
4. Sushi.  I had multiple variations.  The best being shrimp something with wasabi.  I guess I always knew I wouldn't like sushi that much, but I finally did try it.  So eat it, whore.
5.  I realized that snowboarding with Evan could be the cause of my shoulder problems.
 a. One of my first times snowboarding we left Mt. Holly early because I hurt my shoulder.  
 b. Bear Mountain I fall off a rail and hurt my shoulder.
 c. I dislocate my shoulder at Boyne Highlands on a vert wall.
 d. I dislocate my shoulder at Nubs Nob by sliding out somehow.
 e. I dislocate my shoulder at Snowbird exactly the same as at Nubs Nob.
 f. I dislocate my shoulder at Snowbird by jumping off of a rock.
 g. I dislocate my shoulder at Snowbird by losing my edge and rolling.
6. I ran into my first pay for carry-on even though I am military.  Lame. $60.
7. I got wind-burn on my face so bad that I have a distinct goggle tan.  Sweet proof of my snowboard trip.
8.  Making up a drinking game with Evan.  Too bad Rob wasn't involved in this one.
 a.  At a reception or similar:  if someone orders a wine, 1 drink.
 b. Beer, 2 drinks.
 c. Mixed-drink, 3 drinks.
 d. Straight-drink, 4 drinks.
 e. Additional rules and variations are acceptable.


Pretty eventful vacation.  Totally worth it.

Commando

Congratulations DC on approving gay marriage. Hopefully the rest of the country will understand and get the point.  Fuck you Catholic church for not understanding.

I feel the need to express my feelings on sleeping in the nude.  This is like treating yourself to ice cream.  If you do it too often it is no longer a treat, it's just a thing you do.  I like to do it maybe twice a month.  It's relaxing, it's funny.  I woke up this morning and thought to myself, "shit I'm naked, oh yeah my roommate's not here, hmm, should I find underwear?"  This even applies when you're sleeping with someone else.  You don't have to spend every night with the other naked.  You also don't have to spend every night clothed.  Take a couple of days out of the month and sleep naked.  It's fan-fucking-tastic.

Furthermore.  I don't know why, I just felt that furthermore was the word I wanted to use.

New Shirts:  Yay I own new shirts with funny sayings on them.  Well, one repurchased shirt to replace a lost one, but two new and one replaced.  So YAY.

Wine Tour: the last place we went was not on the required list, it was extra.  It was a wine bar and they have the movie "Swingers" constantly playing.  Apparently Vince Vaughn stopped in to represent once.  Pretty cool considering I saw this movie randomly with... I think it was Maddy (pot-head can't remember) because my sister thought it was a good movie and several years later this random movie aids me in feeling superior to my friends.

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.