Thursday, December 8, 2011
Wednesday, July 20, 2011
I could try
Ya know, I haven't looked at this thing in 2 years.
I had no idea Sarah Sharp or anyone read these blogs. I wish I had known back then.
Speaking of Miss Sharp, Sarah's in Spain for the summer. I can't explain the wanderlust I get whenever my friends go to Spain. Hannah Thomas is out there too, for Benicassim. The two don't even know each other, what with Hannah being from Britain and all.
I suppose I'm making this post as a primary resolute action for going to Spain myself. I believe if I write it down then I can't turn back on what is said, as I've always found it difficult to lie when I put my thoughts down into words.
I have absolutely no idea how to go about traveling anywhere, but I think I can safely assume that I will need money. So now that I've settled into my new apartment with my new laptop and new furniture, I think I may be able to put some money away. I may also need to request some help from some friends who have been there.
Yo supongo que puedo aprender más español.
I don't know how I'm going to get there, I just know that I have to do it.
I had no idea Sarah Sharp or anyone read these blogs. I wish I had known back then.
Speaking of Miss Sharp, Sarah's in Spain for the summer. I can't explain the wanderlust I get whenever my friends go to Spain. Hannah Thomas is out there too, for Benicassim. The two don't even know each other, what with Hannah being from Britain and all.
I suppose I'm making this post as a primary resolute action for going to Spain myself. I believe if I write it down then I can't turn back on what is said, as I've always found it difficult to lie when I put my thoughts down into words.
I have absolutely no idea how to go about traveling anywhere, but I think I can safely assume that I will need money. So now that I've settled into my new apartment with my new laptop and new furniture, I think I may be able to put some money away. I may also need to request some help from some friends who have been there.
Yo supongo que puedo aprender más español.
I don't know how I'm going to get there, I just know that I have to do it.
Tuesday, October 20, 2009
Rapido
At work, Jose once asked me in Spanish if I knew how to fight... I told him no and that I'm a bit small.
"Ah, but you have speed, Marquis." he replied.
"Ah, but you have speed, Marquis." he replied.
Sunday, October 18, 2009
"That's you! That's your eye!"
No order:
I need to shave. I have that lumberjack thing going on. I also need a haircut.
TONIGHT
Season 4 premiere of The Venture Brothers!!!!!!!1111eleven,twelve.
annnd I work 9 hours. Maybe. Maybe 7. I don't know, they've cut my hours by 10.
Which is about $100 out of my paycheck. Which is okay, because for as long as I've worked there (3 years) I've noticed I'd worked twice as much as I had actually needed to. (i.e. say my monthly bills totaled to $450, I worked to earn $1000).
I've taken up moderation, just like the Tibetan monks in Lost Paradise. Work moderately, play moderately. Read a ton.
And man has the reading been good.
Tomorrow is my study day.
Tuesday, however, I will be more nervous than I can remember.
I'm supposed to be seeing Where the Wild Things Are with Sarah Sharp and then we're going to see The Mars Volta. I love both of these things. I couldn't be more psyched about the next 3 days really.
But
I haven't been to a show of any kind in years. I'm like 40 years old man. I love The Mars Volta, but the only rockin' out I've done in forever is the kind that you do in front of a mirror or in the car.
I'm really hoping this doesn't show. At least I'll know the lyrics.
There's another thing too though. Sarah Sharp is an interesting character. I tend not to do things with most people because, well... most people are kids. She seems much more mature than a lot of people I've met though. Being me, I don't respect many 20-something year olds, but this girl seems to have it together. It makes me very, very wary.
Nervous as I am, there isn't a doubt in my mind that whatever happens, good or bad, it'll be a story to remember.
I need to shave. I have that lumberjack thing going on. I also need a haircut.
TONIGHT
Season 4 premiere of The Venture Brothers!!!!!!!1111eleven,twelve.
annnd I work 9 hours. Maybe. Maybe 7. I don't know, they've cut my hours by 10.
Which is about $100 out of my paycheck. Which is okay, because for as long as I've worked there (3 years) I've noticed I'd worked twice as much as I had actually needed to. (i.e. say my monthly bills totaled to $450, I worked to earn $1000).
I've taken up moderation, just like the Tibetan monks in Lost Paradise. Work moderately, play moderately. Read a ton.
And man has the reading been good.
Tomorrow is my study day.
Tuesday, however, I will be more nervous than I can remember.
I'm supposed to be seeing Where the Wild Things Are with Sarah Sharp and then we're going to see The Mars Volta. I love both of these things. I couldn't be more psyched about the next 3 days really.
But
I haven't been to a show of any kind in years. I'm like 40 years old man. I love The Mars Volta, but the only rockin' out I've done in forever is the kind that you do in front of a mirror or in the car.
I'm really hoping this doesn't show. At least I'll know the lyrics.
There's another thing too though. Sarah Sharp is an interesting character. I tend not to do things with most people because, well... most people are kids. She seems much more mature than a lot of people I've met though. Being me, I don't respect many 20-something year olds, but this girl seems to have it together. It makes me very, very wary.
Nervous as I am, there isn't a doubt in my mind that whatever happens, good or bad, it'll be a story to remember.
Friday, October 16, 2009
Mistuh Bromden
I'm at the library with Sarah Sharp. I'm not doing anything in particular. In fact, I got bored nearly 20 minutes ago. I want to read.
I find I spend most of my free time here at the library. It's very interesting how certain things become sanctuaries. I can kill so many hours here these days. This place brings up so many memories though. I remember being a freshman years ago and watching movies at night on these computers. I remember listening to Stan's iPod, connecting it to other computers, stealing music, saving papers onto it. All kinds of things I couldn't do at home because my computer was simply too old.
I remember biking by this place in weather as cold as it is now, being locked out and having a lot to resent. I would learn how to seek gratitude like a warm blanket.
I find I spend most of my free time here at the library. It's very interesting how certain things become sanctuaries. I can kill so many hours here these days. This place brings up so many memories though. I remember being a freshman years ago and watching movies at night on these computers. I remember listening to Stan's iPod, connecting it to other computers, stealing music, saving papers onto it. All kinds of things I couldn't do at home because my computer was simply too old.
I remember biking by this place in weather as cold as it is now, being locked out and having a lot to resent. I would learn how to seek gratitude like a warm blanket.
the way you are in this world as though you were not meant to be
"I'm not just talking about one person I'm talking about everybody. I'm talking about form. I'm talking about content. I'm talking about interrelationships. I'm talking about God! The Devil! Hell! Heaven! Do you understand?? Finally?!"
Harding was in the pyschward voluntarily. He was intelligent, spoke with pomposity, and was even described as having an attractive wife. The poor man was a coward in the beginning. Old McMurphy saved them all.
"One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest" was an interesting book. I've moved onto a nonfiction this week.
and Christ am I starving...
I had my first radio internship tonight from midnight to 2am. My teacher is kickass. His name is Hodges... I think. Hodges is his DJ name. He played metal most of the night, totally fine with me. There was another person in there with him, a girl, a cute one too. I felt a little bad seeing how he mentioned he didn't know he was going to have an intern tonight. Consequently, I felt as though I were involuntarily cockblocking and left about an hour early just in case they wanted to... talk privately. The show went well though, I learned some cool things, chatted a bit with the 2 of them about the hell of working in the food industry. (they work at Cracker Barrel. The stories we shared weren't too dissimilar.) It was an awesome, chill time.
I begin to wonder now about who will read this. On my old myspace blog, I was always surprised by people when I'd meet and they'd say "so I read in your blog..." It was always interesting to find out who was paying attention. I think right now, I may have just one person reading this since they're pretty much the only person aware of its existence. Kinda nervous about that.
And being a radio intern. I can't wait to have my own show.
Harding was in the pyschward voluntarily. He was intelligent, spoke with pomposity, and was even described as having an attractive wife. The poor man was a coward in the beginning. Old McMurphy saved them all.
"One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest" was an interesting book. I've moved onto a nonfiction this week.
and Christ am I starving...
I had my first radio internship tonight from midnight to 2am. My teacher is kickass. His name is Hodges... I think. Hodges is his DJ name. He played metal most of the night, totally fine with me. There was another person in there with him, a girl, a cute one too. I felt a little bad seeing how he mentioned he didn't know he was going to have an intern tonight. Consequently, I felt as though I were involuntarily cockblocking and left about an hour early just in case they wanted to... talk privately. The show went well though, I learned some cool things, chatted a bit with the 2 of them about the hell of working in the food industry. (they work at Cracker Barrel. The stories we shared weren't too dissimilar.) It was an awesome, chill time.
I begin to wonder now about who will read this. On my old myspace blog, I was always surprised by people when I'd meet and they'd say "so I read in your blog..." It was always interesting to find out who was paying attention. I think right now, I may have just one person reading this since they're pretty much the only person aware of its existence. Kinda nervous about that.
And being a radio intern. I can't wait to have my own show.
Thursday, October 15, 2009
The second post is a caveat.
It's always good to find people who still write. It can spark an epidemic of writing. One person after the other conveying their thoughts and worries and dreams. I suppose in my case, I had been an avid writer but once life's pieces began to fall into place, I no longer carried on with it. So it's been a while. It's funny where once I would write to quell my mind and never read at all. Now it's the reverse...
I have no particular ideas of which to write. I will state here, just as I did with my old blogs... all 400 of them... that I don't believe in censorship. I refuse to write (or not write) to or for anyone or anything. I believe that freedom is the reason we do this and that such aspects should bleed into the what is being said.
With that being said, reader beware, you may just end up in this.
I have no particular ideas of which to write. I will state here, just as I did with my old blogs... all 400 of them... that I don't believe in censorship. I refuse to write (or not write) to or for anyone or anything. I believe that freedom is the reason we do this and that such aspects should bleed into the what is being said.
With that being said, reader beware, you may just end up in this.
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