Oh and I almost forgot...

I'm going to try and start doing comics again.

Life in ATL is sort of like starting all over. New town, new school, new people.

Alls I'm sayn' is that I gotta scanner now, so I can actually draw things and then upload them.

Don't expect a lot, or to be extremely entertained. Sadly, a long time favorite of mine, Questionable Content hasn't been as good as I think it was in previous years. However, I'm also older, and I guess I just think the characters are becoming tedious.

I'll try and make my comic worth reading, but it probably won't always include a punchline. I just think there are some really terrible web comics out there, but then again, I seem to be slowly realizing that I only enjoy the things that cater to my interests, which I really hate.

I have got to get out of bed...

Update

Hey,

I graduated college and now am living in ATL. I start art school on January 4th. I will probably visit Athens when I can. I am sick right now.


It's really nice outside.

I watched five hours strait of 30 Rock last night.

My brain hasn't been working that well lately because I've been sick.

Last night

I've been so steadily working around the clock for the past 72 hours that right now I feel as if I could just keep working until the sun rises tomorrow. I'm really glad I don't have to though.

Besides furniture and bedding (and music amps, stereos, record players, musical instruments and a tennis racket), most of my possessions here in Athens can fit within 2-3 medium sized boxes (imagine the ones that Kroger used to get their eggs in, with the strange sherlock egg character printed on them).

Earlier this week I wanted to write "FUUUUUUCCCKKKK" as my facebook status, but I was too lazy and dissuaded by calling such unexplained attention to myself. I was going to post that on here instead, where I thought it would be shown only to people who actually had an interest in my life, but I was too lazy for that too (and it probably would have lacked just as much an explanation). Either way, I didn't do it and yet here I am. Maybe I don't have to instinctively post my spontaneous emotions on facebook anymore!!!!

grow up

Donnie Darko was afraid of the awful truth that "Every living thing dies alone" but he hadn't reached college yet, so he couldn't possibly know that you also graduate alone (which I am finding equally as terrifying, granted, I haven't died yet though either).

The Harrowing Adventure

Have you ever been as scared as that cat is? My, what a scaredy cat!
I have three days left of college. I'm sort of just counting down now.

Modification

Last week of college. Sort of sad. Pretty great though.

At first I was like:



But then I was like:





I'm going to miss my friends, but I won't be that far away, and I'll pretty much be in a grad school. So it's going to be all good.

Last night we helped a girl who was bloodied and lying half in the street. She was pretty incoherent, and we weren't really sure how to help her. Thankfully some women came by and knew more what to do than my friend and I. I should have acted with more urgency, but I really wasn't sure. No instinct really triggered. I was just like "Are you okay? You don't look so good, I think we should call an ambulance." But she kept on insisting that we not, so I complied (not sure why). Anyway, some cops and an ambulance came by and took her to the hospital. I hope she's all right.

There isn't much to comment on these days. I go to the library a lot. I'm abusing coffee. I watched a lot of Parks and Recreation.

ahhhh

i have two more things to do before i graduate and go to CC.

pictorial stuff

Ever wish a box like that actually popped up?

Jeremey's Secrets:
I saw New Moon. A lot of it was just two people on screen talking, close up shot. The Bon Iver and Thom Yorke songs were pretty good though.

I have to say though, Ashley Greene, the actress who plays Alice Cullen, is very hot in the movie. Very cute too (There's something about those contacts...)



Kristen Stewart on the other hand is still having her picture taken while hungover:



And finally, I think I've mentioned before how stupid some of the things StumbleUpon sends me, but this was the worst from today:



There you have it. As the website so graciously notified me, that is an ice cube sandwich. The ironic thing is that it's not very cool (oh oh shit dawg).

This kind of shit also pops up every now and again:



Guffaw.

See ya.

Of course

nothing makes me want to write in this blog like being in the middle of writing a paper. That's just how it works. Especially when it's not due until Monday. I believe that writing has a peak. There is a point after you begin that something useful, insightful, and worthwhile comes out*.

I don't think I really need to go into Thanksgiving. It was probably the same for most of you. I went out to a local bar afterward, maybe some of you didn't do that.

The other day I was listening to the Hyrule Symphony, and dozing off. My imagination ran wild with all sort of fantastical feats or heroism and requited love. It made me think, "Make your own world, live in it. Just be really good at coming back to reality." Most people have their own world in which they live. It's not just for LARPs or introverts or alcoholics. It really just relies on how well you incorporate that into real life. It's all about relating to other people and finding a place in life which you feel comfortable.

*(*)I once heard "Alcohol doesn't make you do anything, it lets you." Which, as sad as it may sound, contains a grain of trooth. I was skimming over the local comics and read Andy Capp and thought "Why the hell is this still in print?" A no good bar hopper who always comes home to an angry wife in hair curlers. Who cares. He even has his own Hot Fries. Way to go Andy. Why are you popular?

*i'm kidding

I don't have much to say right now.

yay special

second post in one day. This is something else I am tired of...



i hate
your lazy
helvetica
shit

you're doing it wrong, this is how it should look:



yay can't we all be friends?

not a lot

going on here. It's been twelve hours short of a full week since my last post, so I'm sorry if you mistook that for whatever you mistook it for..

Okay, today we are going to start out with a picture. I know that's a little out of the ordinary but we are trying to shake things up right?



woah woah woah, guys, all I wanted to do was change things up a bit. You didn't have to go all serious cat on me. <3

I don't know if I've blogged about this, but I got accepted into art school (yay) so that's at least one new things that's happened to me that you may have not known.

Also, it seems a little warm to be November. Then again the temperature's been changing pretty erratically these past few weeks.

Last semester, I'm graduating, and moving on to a metro atl post graduate life.

This is Athens:


This is Atlanta:


I'll miss you guys!

dream

I had a dream that I was presumed dead, after someone shot me or something, but was actually still alive. Then I had to pretend that I was dead, in order to try and save my life. Do you know how hard that is? In all honesty, the dream was more like a comedic movie, because anyone trying to kill me would know whether or not I was really dead, but it's one of those things you think about. Like, "Oh shit, I have to hold my breath for a really long time, and make it look like I've stopped breathing, and maybe very gently and shallowly breathe so that they don't see my chest moving." Ya know?

Anyway, I'm sure most of you have wondered whether or not you could play dead if you had to, and if you'd be any good at it. And if that's something that you haven't ever thought about, then get on it!

By the way, it's five in the morning right now, and I'm working on presentation.

i don't know

if i can actually come up with ten things that i am tired of but it's worth a shot...

10.
9.
8.
7.
6.
5.
4.
3.
2.
1. mustaches

that's really all that matters. please, everyone, get over mustaches. you've somehow managed to maintain the same level of excitement and kitchy interest for years.

i think that if you just got the complete shit scared out of you by/over something else, then you'd realize that mustaches just aren't that important.

UPDATEL After many conversations with friends about this, mustaches are okay. I just think that making a pillow with a guy whose mustache can be changed, and selling it for 30 dollars is ridiculous. There are t shirts with mustaches on them, ski masks with mustaches on them. Why

and of course... this.

I am terribly sorry for this loss. You will be missed, Jerry.

My most sincere condolences to his friends and family.

amirite?

Halloween was boring and annoying so there is no need to talk about it.

I'm just kidding though. Halloween was fun but there were so many people, and so many parties. You'd think it'd be a good thing that you got to celebrate it like, three or four times in about a week and a half, but I feel like it sort of takes something away from the holiday. I just wanted to carve pumpkins on my porch while listening to all the songs I had found in October that made me feel like it was fall and drink a nice beer, but I didn't even do that. November. I'll be sure to take Thanksgiving more seriously. Anyone have a cornucopia I can borrow?

I find it interesting that whenever I have a paper to do or some other school related project I just constantly eat and clean my house instead. Doesn't that ever happen to you? Procrastination is really an awful thing. And then you decide to talk to your friends instead and you say things like "I just can't get started on this" which then encourages your inability to be proactive (whether you realize it or not). Amirite?

I keep forgetting to take pictures. Maybe it doesn't matter that I'm not in any, but I feel like they are nice things to have. Some people think that taking pictures is vain and they argue that they don't need to document everything/are too busy having a good time/don't see the point. I don't really know, I feel dumb taking pictures. Will someone else just do it with my camera? Thxz. Here's a nice comic by Cat and Girl which will make more sense of things.

Nostalgia's a funny thing, because you're actually just sitting somewhere, in the present, thinking back to a time that's gone and just all like "man, that was a good point in my life" or "I remember when things used to be like that" and when you're done you're left right where you began only a few minutes later. Amirite?

The new name of this blog is "Amirite?" and that's how all of them end. No no no, they all end in AIR? just like every other blog that follows a similar vein.

I'm texting my friend right now about fried chicken. She said that she hadn't eaten any in a long time and was jealous, so I told her to just go get some, but she doesn't have any money. Then I got the brilliant idea to pay for it, but order it from here! She lives about four, five hours away and I think it'd be pretty funny to order something from so far away and pay for it and have it delivered to a person in that city. Surprise one of your friends one day! Order them a pizza from three hundred miles away!!!!

Happy November! Gobble gobble gobble! DON'T FUCKING LET IT GET AWAY!!! MAKE NOVEMBER COUNT!!! KISS HER/HIM THIS TIME!!! YOU'RE GOING TO REGRET IT IN DECEMBER. YOU'LL PAAAYYY! YOU'LL PAAAAYYYYYYY!!!!!!

let's think about some things...

Street sweepers @ 2:18 in the morning!

people who assume the identities of others while retelling things that happened to them earlier that day! "and she was like "scuse me but... whatever!" and I was just like, "really? really. really?"

privacy! does it matter? answer: YESSSSS

This cat took a picture of you and uploaded it on facebook!


BUT... This is the cat who ended up looking at it!


BE CAREFUL!!


playing video games from your bed! rock on!!!

being awake and not able to concentrate on the task at hand! "and so i was like '...' oh i don't remember!?'"

just the right amount of chill in the air to keep you awake..............

funny isn't it how when someone says "we should do this more often" you don't want to?!?!?!?!?!?!!!!

it's not even that laaaaaaaaaaaaaaaate

i'm sorry, you aren't any better for reading this.

George Elliot's The Lifted Veil

“Do I despise it?” she answered, taking hold of a delicate gold chain which she always wore round her neck and drawing out the end from her bosom with my ring hanging to it; “it hurts me a little, I can tell you,” she said,with her usual dubious smile, “to wear it in that secret place; and since your poetical nature is so stupid as to prefer a more public position, I shall not endure the pain any longer.”

hello everyon

Hello and welcome to another exciting blog post!

This week I participated in some male modeling for a local fashion periodical, mini zine, whatever have you. It was pretty fun and I'm excited to see how the pictures turned out.

Tomorrow I'll be calculating the scores for my friend's mock beauty pageant. I say "mock" because it's just about having fun and doing silly stuff (according to my only source).

Besides that, the weather was awesome today, and hopefully I'll receive something in the mail soon from a longtime friend who lives far away.

here are some pictures since I really don't have much to tell you...

Hey girls! Do you like having fun? This person sure does!

The website I got that from said it was supposed to be Britney Spears. Regardless, that looks like a strange good time she's having.

Hey guys! Do you like cosplay? WELL YOU HAVE NO CHOICE TODAY!

Some friends of mine watched Sailor Moon the other day. That's all I have to say on the matter.

until next time...

i left myself alive

bedridden in the hallways of your own mind
left, right, turn
amazing feats performed by your dreams
ghosts only exist when you shower
you don't wash your face because you can't bear closing your eyes
for that long
imagining people in your bed in the morning
and your heart beats
in the morning i wake up and think about death, because i find it so incredible that i woke up at all.
one day i won't have that
let's have fun while we still can
why do you stay up all night, why do you drink until you can't see
just so you can feel good about staying in on a friday
old loves
stale romance
you've wrung your guts out enough
doused them with alcohol
and repeat
fingertips evade you
provide enough warmth for yourself
and stop asking questions that you can't answer
the emotion that you think is outside your grasp
resides in you
but you're always looking somewhere else
everyone is not looking happier than you
everyone is not as well put together
you don't see the end
worry about a future which involves people who you don't even know
stop
stay inside
stay indoors
find someone your age
leave the town and all the problems you created
less than you hoped for
and more than you deserve

where the smoke ends and your breath begins

I have nothing of importance to say at the moment. Simply just putting stuff out there.

Where do you draw the line between absorbing everything in books and realizing what they are talking about in real life? Do people who like each other really stay up all night, or do they fall asleep in the grass. Recently I've been waking up with a jolt. Not sure why. I also stay in my room a lot.

This house is way too big. Most people don't complain about something like that but it always feels empty.

I like listening to jazz. Sometimes it makes me feel all old and shit. Like, an easy listening kind of thing.

ah, it's getting colder. it's surprising to me when i move my legs and realize that there are actually warm spots on my bed, and my feet are cold.

here's a song i found today via pandora, it's by the gene harris quartet, titled, lullabye
what do you think? is that like, old people music or anything? you wanna dance or somethin? yeah? aw shucks

and picturez:

dear ladies who (don't) read this blog, I think you're all great, and you should too.


yo guys. do you like pictures of pretty girls? well "step right up and don't be shy, because you will not believe you eyes."




just kidding, keep scrolling



AH THERE SEE? have a great day everyone

dreams

a well known sheriff, valued by the community, driven to murderous ends, by being shown video evidence of his wife cheating, something he always denied. he's finally blown up, forever transformed into part of the lake cliffs. he was a huge, talking jack-o-lantern the size of a face on mt. rushmore. he says he wants an eye patch? well he isn't getting one i say and angela landsbury agrees with me.

an exotic woman, longing to make contact with a genius foreigner with low self esteem. she takes a risk of bravery and decides to test one of his inventions: the zip line. he hears a cry and rushes out to see. she is laughing, and they become friends. just then, an awful, eerie cry is let out, and everyone fears the worst, that the celestial beings who created the island have decided to destroy it all by unleashing a tonal frequency which causes the molecules in everything to slowly melt. helpless, their bodies begin to slowly melt and fall upon each other. (the dream ended, but it wasn't a very interesting ending)

finally, i dreamt that i was in a huge old house and none of the light worked. the ceiling however was about fifty feet above me and whoever else was there. all of the sudden, with a powerful pound of thunder, it was torn off of the rafters, and for a second we saw the sky and it's terrible storm. then the roof fell down again and i was thrown backwards onto all sorts of things that hurt.

the third tier of being young

"No one wants to date in the fall" I told her. "Hell, people don't even know what they're getting themselves into during the summer. It's when it ends that you consider whether or not it's going to go anywhere after that." She wasn't paying attention to me by then, probably zoning me out having heard my rants before. "Why do you do this?" she said, "You act like you've got it all figured out. You're just closing doors and trying to make yourself feel better." "WHAT DO YOU KNOW?!" I yelled. "LOOK," she said "I'm tired of listening to your fucking negative bullshit. Have you noticed that we're at a party? Go talk to a girl, drink more beer, fucking go get laid. If you think that some girl's just going to walk up to you and light your heart on fire well then I feel sorry for you because you're no prize. Not when you're being an asshole like this." I couldn't help but realize the truth in her words. "It's cold out here" I said. She didn't reply. I let out a sigh and told her I was going to get more beer, but once again she wasn't paying attention. I felt bad, noticing that she was now upset. I suddenly felt incredibly guilty for bring any of it up in the first place.

meaning to everything

Are people who strive to find meaning in everything and take away some sort of sense of appreciation for every little thing destined to tangle themselves up in a never ending torment of over analysis and manic thinking? Who's to say whether or not you're able to recognize it or that you are not grown enough to understand it? I find that sometimes you just have to distract yourself, whether it be productive or not, just so that you do not wear yourself thin from building up your reality based off of a wild imagination that has the tendency to fear the worst.

Today I played some guitar, a little bit of improv/song writing and then going though some old songs I wrote. I would say that music is absolutely necessary in my life. I believe very much in the positive effects of live acoustics on the human psyche. I once played a girl to sleep in a bed four feet high. It was picturesque because my life attempts to imitate art. That's the day that we skipped class and it began to snow.

Today is Wednesday, hump day. I once saw a kid who wore a "it's humpday" shirt when it was actually Wednesday. It was obviously meant to be understood as an innuendo, some sort of shit from hollister or something. I thought it was pretty stupid.

Sometimes I don't understand why I worry about how time passes because it does anyway. It just keeps going. Sometimes I worry for minutes, one after the other, wondering whether or not you're thinking about me. Time feels infinite in my room, which is where I stay most of the time. I think about when it will start to get really cold, and I'll sit in my bed with all my clothes on and wonder why I haven't taken them off in days. Human beings need to be naked sometimes. Not just to bathe, and not just for sex, sometimes you just have to walk around naked.

SOMETIMES YOU JUST GOTTA WRITE IN A BLOG

Winter House

The wind is a lot happier these days, now that it has all the leaves to play with. No longer are they plastered to the streets, damp and dull, stuck to the ground from all the rain. I'm going to build a fire. I'm going to sit by it. "This is the first song you ever sent me." And don't I know it. Are you more honest when it's this cold outside? And you stop shivering. We can see the city lights from here, ten minutes outside of town. "I don't know anyone here."

unsure

I walked to my desk with a calculated stride, taking care to place each foot on the floor so as to make a small sound, in tempo with my heartbeat. I tossed my keys beside the computer, and laid down the bill I had just received in the mail. I drew up the curtain before I sat down, twisting it into a coil and then tying it into a knot. I spent about an hour or so, reading short passages and listening to music. It was then that a slow, creeping pressure began to lean against me. Heavier and heavier it became until finally I found myself in need to lie down. I closed my eyes, and thought "This time, I had less to do with it. This time, it found me."

Plans

Death Cab for Cutie's Plans will forever be an album that unlocks sentiments for me. As I've stated before, my sophomore year spent on southside was one of the most memorable years I've had during my college career. There was something about drinking Franzia just because a Belle & Sebastian song lyric stated "another box of cheaper wine." Cheap vodka that my sister bought for me mixed with bootleg energy drinks. A small, accommodating den, with the couches from my parents' house, and decorated with the old lamps and coffee table from my sister's house. My next door duplex neighbors who my girlfriend told me you could hear talking in the morning. I'd drink coffee in the kitchen, just because there was one. Sometimes I'd skip class all day and just watch three movies in a row. Upstairs was my modest room, with a small television we'd fall asleep watching The Office to. I remember the time we put on Star Wars, after coming home from the party, and never finishing it. I remember when you got dressed and told me you were meeting your dad and sister for dinner. I asked if I needed to come along, and you said that I didn't. I remember making music in the living room, cutting my hair in the bathroom underneath the staircase, and being so content, watching movies by myself and drinking just enough to miss something.

judgemental bullshit

don't complain me to with an air of obnoxious, assumed sophistication that people who tell you about their dreams are boring, and then having nothing interesting to say afterward.

Define genuine. Tell me, what exactly is it that you wish were more authentic? What is it you're expecting to blow you away? Do you ever catch yourself laughing and realize that you are not that happy all of the time? That you actually feel a difference in the way your body feels and your mind is working? And you wonder why. You wonder why it is that your everyday emotional state tends to level out at a range below that happiness you momentarily felt.

You find your existence boring. Your mind constantly spins and turns, playing all of your options out from multiple angles, all destined to end in disappointment or extreme and unrealistic outcomes. You begin to live in a separate world. Soon you'll adopt a way of thinking which will filter everything through a fear of rejection, failure, and embarrassment.

Vince Guaraldi

An amazing pianist and composer. Unfortunately, I don't remember much from A Charlie Brown Christmas considering I haven't seen it in over a decade. Despite that, Guaraldi's music remains timeless and able to be appreciated for its beauty regardless of the season. The song currently playing is Christmas Time is Here (Instrumental version) which has been used dramatically in The Royal Tenenbaums and comedicly in Arrested Development.

Jazz usually has a calming effect on me as I tend to view myself in a scene of relaxation and isolation. One song in particular, struck me very positively when I first heard it. Guaraldi's Peppermint Patty has an especially sweet refrain which makes me long for cooler weather and amber leaves.

Today's pictures are unisexual:
Simon Pegg. British actor/comedian famous for his roles in Sean of the Dead, Hot Fuzz, and recently How to Alienate People and Lose Friends. He had a great role in Star Trek too except for that whole water tube episode.


Katy Perry. First thing I ever really heard saw about her was a picture of her serving dishes at a Denny's (some sort of publicity thing). I thought she looked like Zooey D. Anyway... this picture some people my roommate might say is not so unisexual. But she kissed a girl and liked it so whatever and ever, amen.

women, right?

there once was a man who had it all. except for one small, unobtainable thing. One day he met a woman and forgot all about that thing he could never have.

when she broke up with him he decided that he would go search for that thing, but by then he had forgotten what it was.

she, on the other hand, had gotten exactly what she wanted.

"An Even Sterner Talking To"

"Fuck You."

"A Stern Talking To"

"You're so preoccupied with trying to recover that deeper intimacy that you can't even appreciate, let alone recognize, how wonderful a simple hug can be."

What's up with that new picture?

I'm not really sure. It was a free t-shirt template off the internet. How quickly did you scroll down the page (gentlemen? ladies?)...

I haven't updated much because frankly I don't have much to say these days. Maybe not a lot is happening that's worth commenting on. I woke up with a sore throat today.

why did the t-rex need a cough drop?

because he had a dino-sore throat.

that didn't make me laugh much, and even if it had, it would have hurt my fore froat.

I haven't forgotten about you dear, loyal, lovely readers. I'll update when the time is right though. No need to force anything... LOOK if it was meant to be then it'll HAPPEN. otherwise I will be around.

p.s. anyone else think that the new picture makes this look like a fashion/girl's blog?

p.p.s. you know i wouldn't leave you hanging!

for the ladies:


for the MEN:


what how the fuck right?

science major girlfriend

"I will date a science major" Michael said matter-of-factly as he swung around in his chair. "You always say that, but it never happens" Freg said. "Anyway, your dad would kill you if he ever found out. You're a humanities, like me. We leave them alone, and they leave us alone." Michael sat quietly as he watched as Freg, his friend ever since they were young, went on and on about the rules and laws. "I'm sick of it!" he finally said. Then he went and dated a science major and they had amazing sex.

staying up late

when my friends tell me "sorry, i didn't get much sleep last night" and i never ever ever think, or say "oh, cause you were gettin' it on all night?"

yeah go fuckin' fish for compliments somewhere else!

Asheville, NC

"That's a wheelbeerow."

I drove up through the Carolinas this weekend to visit my buddy Nigel who lives in Asheville. Our old, school friend Mills also joined us all the way from Boone (which is ALSO in NC).

The people there were very nice, and the hipsters were cool too. It was interesting to just be around a different group of people and observe the Asheville life. I actually forgot that I was in a different state until someone made a "At least you're not from Georgia" joke.

We hit the bar @round 2:00 which worried me a little, since I know I can't drink all day. In the back of the bar, was a more "private" room which boasted a fully furnished den, complete with a large flat panel television. This was not exactly my idea of a good time though, as we drank, ate, and watched a show about animals who "act up" (i.e. fall off bridges and impale spectators). I hate being stuck in front of a tv when I am drinking with my friends.

Long story short, I ended up having to lie down around 11:30 and fell asleep. This was after buying 20" sparklers from the gas station, and singing fleet foxes to an empty room.


"Faces of Appalachia" exhibit. Displayed personal stories along with a face sketch.

I must say though that I had a great time, and liked getting out of Athens. The area I stayed in was nick named Ashvilliage. It's located atop a steep hill overlooking the local baseball diamond (their team is named the Tourists...) which billowed applause for a majority of the night. It was a sort of bohemian, progressively green, state-of-mind enclave. And then there was Hendersonville...


"The sole purpose of this picture is to convey my stay in a Hampton Inn in Hendersonville, NC."

On my way back to Georgia, my car broke down. I waited for about an hour, for a wrecker to come by, and after many calls and stressful moments, finally arrived to the hotel. Going to a hotel by yourself when you are my age is interesting. Most people are more than willing to help you, because they think you are running away or on the run, running amok, or anything else having to do with that. I received a phone call from the front desk to let me know that my father was on hold on the other line. When I checked out, the receptionist told me she wasn't sure if she had made a mistake by letting my father know I was staying there. Maybe I look like I'm up to no good.

Anyway, the hotel room was lonely and I didn't have my laptop. I watched tv and ended up sleeping across the span of a king size bed (which is too big. for anyone). Usually I like staying in hotels but sometimes all I think about is that moment in Big, when Tom Hanks has to stay in the motel by himself, and it's in the ghetto, and someone gets shot, and there's a man arguing on the phone in a foreign language right next door. The place I stayed was not like that at all.

The next day the mechanic said that my car started up. They couldn't find a problem with it. I drove it home, it stopped once, started again, and somehow I managed to make it back.

Okay.

real quick

I'm sure most of you have great taste in music and aren't that interested in mine, but I've added an immediately accessible mp3 player which you are probably already being forced to listen to at this very moment...

Hit the A button to stop it from simultaneously playing with whatever you were listening to before and causing an inharmonious cacophony (Ever have that happen to you? and then you just have to frantically check all of your tabs and open windows to see what the hell is making that noise?).

Anyway, just thought I'd inform you of the changes. Feel free to skip through shit until you find something that maybe you haven't heard of or would just like to listen to while the world outside passes you by because you decided to read my blog instead.

best,
The Everyday From Work writer

classes have started again

but IF I was completely unsure of whether or not that statement was true, I could always just look around me and realize that I am, once again, blogging in the library.

Let me just say that I hate Intertubes Explorer and the little-search-engine-that-couldn't, Bing.

I also hate the comptuers at the main library because any sort of multimedia plug-in has been disabled on virtually all computers, making it impossible to play music or watch video. On the brighter side all creepy porn surfers, lurking in the corners where you can't see their screen, giving you their phone number and "causually" getting up and walking to the bathroom at the same time as you, are nowhere to be seen at this very moment!

so going to the bathroom is weird, amiright? eh? eh?

What kinds of things have you gotten yourself into?

Ah a wonderful sunny day, hot as hell, but pleasant. I'm looking out my window onto Barber st. Cars go by and every now and again I'll see one of my friends bike by or awkwardly make eye contact with someone walking by.

News:
Got down to the finals for a friendly poker tournament. Lost. Owed my sponsor five whole dollars.

Re-bruised rib. Took hydro-codeine. On empty stomach. Ate Santa-Fe style rice and beans. No use. Vomiting ensued.

Stranger in health center asked if shoes were for rock climbing. No I said. Water shoes. This is my floor.

New wheel and tire on bicycle. Bike becomes laughing stock for rookie soup.

TOUR DE FORCE GEORGIA: Macon, Athens, Asheville. Parents, Potlucks, Parties.

Today I couldn't decide what to get on my pizza, so I just ordered extra cheese. Then I just worried a lot that it'd make me constipated.

here you go:


Girls like cute things



Guys like adventure

summer at other people's house

"Even if only for one night... you were all kings and queens (aboard that thing)."

Location really makes a difference. June @ 375 feels like a longer time ago than just a month. July @ 241 was nice, but I don't feel like I did as much in that whole month as I have in the past two days. It's been really nice being able to be a few minutes bike ride from all the people I know who live in this area. I'm moving into this neighborhood which is great because it makes me bike more often.

Not much has been going on. I currently don't have a house/room, so I'm just stowawaying at various friends' houses (which is strangely liberating). I eat about 5-6 small sandwiches a day, sweat constantly, and feel great! I was going to follow up on something, but it's slipped my mind. I like working on bikes, and sometimes think I'd be good at being a bike mechanic or something, but most of that is me fantasizing and enjoying being able to diagnose my friends' bikes like I know something.

I guess that's about it for now.



that might answer some questions for you bike enthusiasts.

A funny thing

The harder you try, the less regret you have.

My diet today:
900 mg of St. John's Wart.
Four Slices of Pizza.
32 oz of water.
1 cigarette

Anything but girls. Let's talk about anything but that.

I had so much fun last summer. So much.

Why does one year seem like so long ago?

"Everyone want's that summertime thing. You know, summer is slow, and there's no class. People want some sort of romance." And I suppose you are right.

my day off

HAHAHAHAHA! Has anyone else seen that picture I have at the top of my blog?!?!?!? IT'S AN ORANGE TABBY ALL JUMPED OVER TO THE SIDE N' STUFF~!!!!! (phew) what a riot.

"I dug you out from your sheets. It had been so long since you had breathed fresh air. But I remember when you used to dream in my bed, and getting outside was not a problem."

My friend Will is coming into town today! He said he's pay for everyone's drinks @ Trapeze! YES HE DID YES HE DID. Naw, that's a joke. It'll be good to see him. We're going to go see Drag Me to Hell which has the girl from Matchstick Men in it.

Okay, so blogs with a purpose are usually more interesting right? Well I think I'm going to try and post two pictures of things that I have seen around town with every post. That way I can satisfy two different things:
1. Prove to whoever reads this (and myself) that I actually go places and do things (more about this later)
2. make this blog more interesting for you
3. nerd out more often
4. bike ride more often

Pictures are great and all, but I don't feel the need to have to document everything. I need to hang out with more people who carry cameras and enjoy taking pictures. And for everyone else out there, I am about to be one of those people. So hang out with me you jerks!

i almost forgot, here's some pics from the internet, in the usual order.


That's one fat cat, watching some movie, with some popcorn (which is my favorite).



That's a $120 glass which has a bear head popping up from the bottom. If you guys are like me, the first thing I thought of was putting some liquor drink in there.

something meaningful

Last night was my buddy Moe's birthday. I swam with some bros, left my phone at the pool, drank on a porch while constantly spitting off it onto objects below, went to waffle house, and finally got back home at six in the morning. All because I wanted to hang out with a girl.

Lately,I haven't been the type to stay up until the early hours of the morning. Not enough stimuli. Sort of like right now.

here are some pictures:




1. my bike on boulevard
2. my dog in my old room

later in the night than i'd like it to be

awake awake awake. I have a paper to write. it's only 500 words, BUT the professor wants it to be "a very concise, condensed essay in which [I] call attention to the existence of [a] pattern and explain its significance or implications." To some people that might sound like a lot of bs, or maybe not that difficult of a task. But I'm having difficulty starting on it.

Here's some new music:
Someone Still Loves You Boris Yeltsin's Heers demonstrates a well crafted, melodic, and inviting pop song. Check it out and have a laugh or put it on your ipod and play it when you go for a walk.

I went by the house that I think I'll be living in come this fall and it's a sweet house. Lot's of space, cool people, and a nice fenced in backyard for my dog!

I was going to tell you all more... that's why I decided to update twice today...

This summer has really felt more like part time school for me. Very little traveling, class everyday, and lots of work. Last summer I quit my job for about two months. I wasn't taking any class either. I was very free, and woke up everyday with nothing but what I wanted to do in mind. Sometimes I get jealous of my other friends who don't have to work or take class. FIE FIE! I always think it's funny when I don't care about sleep. The thing is, the fall semester is going to be the same thing since I'll only be taking one class.

Put those girls on the phone.
Sometimes I talk about my problems to my friends and I always say "But that makes sense" after I state them. I don't have to do that when I talk about the things that make me happy.

I bought some water shoes today and Laura said "It looks like you're trying to be fast." yeah, with the ladies.

I think I drank about a gallon of soda today. I try and not drink a lot of soda. I even water down powerade. I am a, what do you call it, binge drinker.

I get one more fall and Halloween in this town. One more. Then it will be gone, forever locked away as a part of my college experience. I'd like to try and make the best of it. I should probably limit the amount of time I spend on the internet.

My schedule tomorrow:
6:15 a.m. work
10:30-11:30 class
11:30-1:00 maybe more work

you know... I can't let you do that

I used to work at Walgreens and sometimes a person's total would come to $6.66. I'd laugh and say "Gee wilikers, would'ya lookit that?" And they would look uncomfortable. Then that was my chance to push the shitty low carb choclate fingers which I rec'd a small commission for. I always hated asking people if they like to buy the overstocked item of the day. One time it was a ten dollar, reusable camera. It was a pretty good deal though, since if they brought it back to the store to get developed then we'd put a fresh roll of film in it until it broke. My boss once condescendingly explained to me how a commission benefited me. "You sell two of these cameras an hour, and that's an extra fifty cents. So then that's like you're making 6.50 and hour!" "Yes yes yes yes" is all I said. The cosmetician there used to buy me vodka on her break but I had to pay for her fast food too since it "took so long." I don't think I have ever charged anyone to purchase alcohol for them. I guess I don't really do it that often. Hmmmmm, okay so come to think of it, I have never had a girlfriend who was 21 at the time. That used to be a big deal but not anymore! (eh eh? because I'm doing that lone person thing. "I just feel like, I need time to concentrate on my blogging... you understand, right? Come here, I'm gonna give you a french kiss." sorry, I mean freedom kiss.

Okay, well I guess I've done my part of talking like someone out there can hear me.

I always have this fantasy that I'm going to meet some girl from my past in the future at some sort of coffee shop and we'll go out for drinks and catch up and then like, have that kind of sex where you are older and understand these things and it's not a big deal.

it's alive

Old friends come back through photos of the things they have done. This I am thankful for or else I would imagine that they just stay at home like I do.

Last night was my buddy Jon's bachelor party. Nothing too wild, but I did end up getting sort of drunk. We hung out with some grad student ladies. They all played around about how young I was. I'm twenty three. And in the light of it all, it was perhaps the first time I've thought 23 is not that old. We were thinking about going to toppers, but just went to Go Bar instead, where Michael Stipe was hanging out. I passed him through the door, and while I was waiting for a drink I said out loud, "I think I just passed Michael Stipe." "Yeah, you did" someone said to me.

so still no camera, so I can't upload any photos, but I have seen some interesting sights around town while on two wheels. Speaking of which, a few friends of mine and I drew on shirts and got nerdy for the midnight showing of the new Harry Potter. Unfortunately, none of us got tickets. So we did the next most sensible thing which was buying more beer and renting Twilight. A coworker of mine thought Twilight was the shit, and says that I'll want to see Full Moon when it comes out. Fair enough I say. He recently lost $500 on a UFC match [pours out water].

What else is interesting? Today is my day off! So that means that in 39 minutes, I can continue doing nothing. I actually think that I work a lot. I've picked up every single shift that I could this summer! So quit nagging me! We all know what a harangue is.

and here are the photo's of today's blog:

First, for the ladie...s...

That's a motherfucking polar bear wit itz head stucked in some mutherfuckin' watermelon

And here's the guy pic:


It's a motherfuckin' snow leopard with itz paws in the motherfuckin snow!

I was going to post a picture of these mexican lollipops that are shapped like rotisserie chickens, but I couldn't find a good picture.

That's all for now. Someone come give me a backrub.

back to business

SO, if you've read my first or second blog post. I stated that pictures make everything better. Therefore, when I get my camera back from my friend I will try to post a picture along with each post. It may or may not be related to anything, and may range anywhere from a picture of a random person downtown to ah blade ah mutherfuckin' grass.

My roommates got back from the ATL-antic City yesterday. For as long as they were gone they didn't really have too much to say. Most of them were up at some point in the trip, but of course, then lost all that $$$.

There is really not much new with me. I think I might go to Wal-Mart today after work and buy some more undershirts and boxer shorts. Oh wut wut. Money money. [Leans back, props feet on desk, and clasps hands behind head].

Since I don't have my camera, you can look at these random pictures I got from someone's truly (i.e. the internet).

For the ladies...


AND FOR THE GUYS IN THE MOTHERFUCKING HOUSE


eh? eh? me want food anyone? Ever eaten one of those Hungry Man tv dinners? Well those are actually cupcakes. So yeah, you got bitched out.

those pictures are used w/o permission of any kind. If they get linked to google image search then you should give props to the artists who did the right thing.

p.s. I am currently in the middle of updating my loved tracks on the hype machine so they should appear in the toolbar to your right within a few hours, check them out. I'm listening to the new Mew right now and it's great!

One more thing... oh we were playing Scattergories last night and the letter was H. we were on list 3 or something and the category was "Tools." My answer was "Hummers, people who drive."

See you later!

morning stuff

please, someone come get this chinese food. I don't have a microwave.

It's the morning! MORNING POST MORNING POST MORNING POST! Woke up and let the dogs out and fed them. One of Laura's dogs gets gravy on his food. What if I put gravy on everything I ate? I'd probably be more popular and hang out at the Varsity with my letter jacket and shades. Girls in skirts and pony tails would walk by, books in hand, and whisper "That's that nasty guy who ate duh gravy on duh food." Oh well.

McxDonald's in morning. egg and cheese biscuit and a side of hash ovals. Water. computer. Here's how I would tweet that: "Eggs, cheese, please, and biscuit. McDonald, McDonald, let down thy hash browns." and people would love it.

Twitter: Touched By an Internet Angel

Fast food breakfast reminds me of being in an airport. At like, five in the morning. And you just sit down and eat your croissantwich, and stare out at the airplanes slowly moving around, like water buffalo. I once knew a guy named Buffalo. We actually had cub scouts together when we were little. I saw him last Christmas through mutual friends. He tried to offer drugs to my parent's friends. Then my parents and I had to have a "choose your friends wisely" talk. Krizmaz.

I'm going to parties this weekend. I'm going out this weekend. I'm gonna get rowdy. r-o-w-d-i-e that's the way we spell rowdie? Cheerleaders are so stupid.

Anyone else get invited to a five year reunion at their High School? I didn't go because first of all that is ridiculous, and secondly, nothing has changed with me. I went to college, and am still in it. As one of my coworkers put it "I live in college." We're going to Loco's. Gettin' Loco's at Loco's. Do spanish speaking persons avoid Loco's? or wonder why the fuck there's a moose there?

I'm not doing anything with this post.

holding down the fort

Sometimes people make clever, inquisitive, slightly disappointed and impertinent remarks, wondering where the thing that they expected is. Such as that popular shirt you may have seen, that states: "It is the year 2009. Where are the jet packs, flying cars, robot hospitals, cures for diseases, and cities on the moon?

Well? I asked you a question!"

You know, something like that. I only bring that up because I often find myself wondering the same thing about my summer. Where are the nights spent in cities that I've never visited? Or the moderately packed parties where you know almost everyone? How about even a time when you've drank too much and are walking home alone?

Right now I'm listening to Holy Fuck's Lovely Allen. It's a great song, and if you listen to it, you'll probably understand why I'm thinking about all of this.

I just finished installing photoshop and premiere on my computer! GREAT. now i can make some sweet photo montages to linkin park songs. oooo wah ah ah ah!

I feel like I keep writing the same entry.

1.Greeting
2. Summer is slow
3. What are you gonna do?
4. Farewell

Yup.

I guess I'm going to go make a video montage.

Oh I almost forgot. The relevance of the title of this post. My two roommates have gone to Atlantic City and won't be back until saturday or something. I'm holding down the fort with chinese food leftovers and a microwave that doesn't work.

somewhat empty room

We've been moving out all day today (read: since the whereabouts of 2 in the afternoon). Just got back from a pitcher and slices @ Transmet. Tomorrow is our last day here. Wheeeeeee

So the dating game turned out great. I sat on the opposite side of four charismatic, witty, and attractive girls. Separated by a black sheet, I casually asked them question after question, trying to decide between all of the equally amazing females. Okay, so now that I've covered my ass (and hopefully didn't come off sounding like a womanizer) I can tell you, it was tons of fun. I got a little lost sometimes about which girl had responded what, but that's okay. I do think it's funny that I knew three out of the four girls and eliminated all of them. They got chocolate as consolation prizes though, which I guess is like giving guys... beer? We eat that don't we?

I have a lot of crap. Random stuff. But there's something comforting in seeing your paintings and other framed objects leaned up against the wall. They'll go somewhere else. I'm pretty convinced that I placed most of my wall hanging in the places where the least amount of eye traffic was. I forgot most of it was there.

Framing is a funny thing isn't it? I was never the person to place my posters at angles, and have them overlap and stuff. You'd have to have a baseball pennant in your room too for that too? Who knows.

I have some of those energy saving light bulbs. I should have written the date on them of the day I bought them. Wouldn't that be cool? God, I have nothing interesting to say.

I get a new room for a month, and then I have to move again.

Man I'm interesting.

Athfest

Hello everyone. As you may well know, this weekend was the local music and art festival affectionately known as Athfest. Black Lips, Venice is Sinking, and the Hello Sir! Records night @ the 40 Watt. Good times, good times.

Last night was the HSR show @ the 40 Watt which was very very fun, but I drank too much and got tired like an old person. I also got too drunk and told every person I recognized from a local band that they did a good job. The trick to staying cool at these venues is to keep sort of quiet, and not drink too much. Hang out in the back. And not do what I did last night.

I'm "wrapping up" this Athfest with a "happy ending" as things "come" to a close. My friends have set up a dating show for me. Non televised of course, but three girls will compete for my affection. I know. It sounds silly, and sort of contrived, but I'm a pretty nice guy, so I hope I don't come off looking like Brett Michaels. All those sexual references are jokes too. I don't do nothin' on the first date. I did not choose Nerf.

This blog post is sort of sloppy, perhaps I am still recovering from the weekend. I'll try and come up with some more entertaining stuff later. I guess I will blog about the dating game.

p.s. sour skittles, good idea at first, hard to eat all of them.

what would summer be

In the fashion of this blog, I have decided that an update is in order (since I have neglected this thing on account of nothing to say and even less interest in trying to act like I have anything important to tell you). I'd also say "You've been warned" but that is played OUT.

I have to be completely moved out of my house a week to this day from now. I look around me and everything is completely the same (read: no cleaner than usual). I get this gut dropping feeling sometimes when I realize that most of the stuff in this house is mine (or at least I am the one responsible for it). We also have to paint many of the rooms (which I hope won't be a hassle). Hey, if three men (and a baby?) could do it, we can too. NOTE: We aren't painting like they are. We gotta make it all nice for the next people. Also, watch as much of that as you can, I know it's ten minutes, but it's Dancin, Steve whoever, and the guy who was almost Indiana Jones. And then you too can make references to Three Men and a Baby and people will say "That reference didn't even make sense."

I'm gonna drop the beat for some new muzak (a term I use simply for my own amusement, so please don't tell me how that's really something else). Check out some 8-bitchin' instrumental rock by the guys of Anamanaguchi. I especially enjoy "Helix Nebula" and "Flora/Fauna." Props to my buddy Randy who told me about them. Also, if you like Hip Hop, check out DJ KO. The song "Start it All Over" is pretty good. Especially if your lady is complaining about how "dehydrated" she is. That ain't no hangover man (unless you've been drinking Franzia, in which case, yes, you can be hungover before you are done being drunk off it).

Blog yell to Shannon and Chelsea who actually read this (because I should've mentioned something about that long ago). And Pink Room too (although I don't know who you are).

I hate always having the same response to the question "How's life?" School, work, drinking, oh and uh, I'm actually constructing my own lightsaber (ladies?).

okay so that's the Geekologie writer's thing. I revoke it.

I missed my 69'th post celebration (which depending on how you read that, is not true), so I'll tell you a joke about that that I heard once:
"What's six point nine?"
"A great thing ruined by a period."

If you send me a SASE with a coupon to little caesar's I'll give you the name of the guy who told me that so you can launch stones at him.

This post is all over the board. I had trouble separating my dreams from reality today as I was unsure whether or not a road block was still active, or if it had been moved. Turns out it was moved because I took my new lightsaber out on that shit while I was sleep training and went slap chop on those barriers.

I usually end my posts with some obscure, non relevant quote with hints of longing, so...

"Curling is a sport that I can get behind."

Wii

So I had a dream that I bought a Wii, and was setting it up with my friends. One of them said "I'm so glad that I hang out with people who actually make their American dreams come true." Why she said that it was an "American" dream is beyond me, but that's what she said. So I thought "You know what? I guess she's right, I've been wanting to get a Wii for awhile, but have never had the money until now..."

Then I realized what I had done and freaked out because I had done something stupid like paid for it with a check when I wasn't going to have the money for another week (and really shouldn't have bought the Wii anyway, since I need to save money this summer). DREAMS ARE FUNNY THINGS.

Athfest is coming up soon and I am going to have fun. I am going to have a good time.

I watched Love on the Run last night and really liked it. Unfortunately, it was the fifth installment of a set, and I've only seen the first one. It was still good.

I watched that and Hoop Dreams about two inner city kids who try to make their dream of playing in the NBA a reality. It's close to three hours and an emotionally draining experience.

What do they say about forgetting things? That you never really do? And that you just have trouble finding them amongst your memory? Isn't that when your body is supposed to help the brain, and be like "I'll take over from here." What the fuck does that mean?

I scanned a piece of paper yesterday and made it into a .pdf file and sent it to someone in an email. On an iMac. I felt so cool! Because if you are reading this blog, you probably need to read up on that too.

July Fools!

whirl

Have you EVER experienced the awful sensation of old dairy queen ice cream? When DQIC is suspended, and placed in a temperature lower than it should be, the water in the mixture separates slightly from the cream and sugar. What you are then left with is a stiff slop that splits apart in a very unappealing manner and tastes like regret. I girl I dated once told me that she thought I had a very negative view on life. This obviously rebukes that.

How much can you possibly say about the summer? If you can find a band that made music way ahead of its own time, then you can listen to it today and not be worried thinking "is someone going to think this is emo?"

Not a lot happened last night. Went to Garrett's house, went to Christopher's house, played revolving pictionary, drank, came home, went to sleep.

If it were up to me I'd eat indian and thai food all day and go see a movie

entertainment

If you haven't noticed yet, my personal music selection via the hype machine has been updated. There you'll find many of the songs which I grew up listening to. If you can listen to any of them and don't find yourself thinking about middle school then congratulations.

The summer seems to officially be here, with trips to water parks, moon light kayaking, cook outs, late night pool parties, and very little money and time to partake in any of them. The worst part is, all I want to do is just work even more.

It's not the summer's fault that it's boring me though. There's a certain amount of boredom that one will accept when there is a high level of predictability in his or her future. So then what? Must I need some sort of spectacular thing to happen, like being awoken by firecrackers? I find myself daydreaming during my unwaveringly monotonous job only to get off work and have nothing to do.

Yesterday my friends went out of town and they asked me to go to their house to let the dogs out. I was pretty bored over at my own house, so I went to theirs and watched tv. It felt somewhat post-apocalyptic to be in their house with out them there. If I had felt like being strange, I could have pretended they were there, and talked to them. They don't know I thought that, but will find out when they read this. Anyone else seen One Hour Photo?

faces

The energy required to lift oneself up from the bootstraps, which the devil himself had ordered especially. Enough smoke and mirrors to make you think you're drunk, reverberating the past to your own agenda with the obsolete hopes of obtaining some sort of answer. Listening closely and losing interest in the very thing which can save you. Exhaling the thoughts and dissatisfaction of the day, you eagerly await names and harlequin aspirations which only briefly enter your world. Amazing and awful are the notions by which you live a suspended life, dragged by aspirations which shoo away the present which nips at your heels. Distracted and bloodied, a proposal of reform only agitates and slowly seeps into the mind. Death then awaits you around a corner, or perhaps taps its foot underneath your bed. Aloof and unstable, how will you create a world in which nothing can possibly threaten your sense of content?

my tv is sort of like fast food

Sometimes I over indulge in it and it makes me sick. Got a little high and played video games for about three hours strait. Had two beers. Felt good, and now it's wearing off. How short the rewards are for such things. Instant gratification is my enemy.

Bad movie ending:
guy in suit stands soaked in a fountain, staring at the camera, yelling and occasionally slipping back into the water. "You two are crazy!" he says. Girl and guy enter shot on each side, in front of him, staring at each other. They don't say anything, but look affectionately into each others eyes and smile. They kiss. Cue dolly shot pulling away from them with the flustered guy in suit walking away (or something). Couple still kissing. Cue end credit song.

What movie is that? I don't know, I just thought of that scene the other day.

It's already ten o'clock! Where did the day go........ where......

I feel hungry but don't want to eat anything here. Don't want to eat. Don't want to drink. Don't want to get high. Don't want to go outside. How dull.

"It was a night for drinking. I had watched three movies that day on the high channels, but only remembered the title of two of them. "What the fuck was that first one?" I said quietly to myself. My legs are crossed, and I'm smoking a cigarette, sitting in the sun room. I can see the front door from here, and I keep imagining people walking through it. The kitchen is small. I've lit candles in there in an old holder my sister has left at the house. They are for no one. I walk over to the fridge and open the freezer to grab the vodka. A few ice cubes, probably more vodka than I had originally planned to pour, and the rest of an already opened energy drink (this is my third drink). I'm listening to music, and realize that I haven't really talked to anyone that day. There are no pets here, and my sister is somewhere else. I walk up the stairs which turn to the right at the end, and go into my room. It's quaint, and there is very little in it. A bed, desk, television, and some musical equipment. There is more music playing. There is music playing everywhere in the house. I hate when it's quiet in there. My sister's room is at the other end of the hall. There is a bed made, and a bunch of half unpacked boxes. She isn't normally home. The last thing I remember doing with her is going grocery shopping. I brought back mustard with out a squeeze top. "Are you sure you want that kind?" she asked. "Yeah' I say "this is fancier" and put it in the cart. She scared the fuck out of me one time by leaving the door open while I was asleep. I woke up and there it was. "Is someone here?!" I yelled. I grabbed something heavy and prepared to hit someone. I put things in the bathroom that looked nice. The walls were pretty boring in that house. I don't remember having a lot of people over there. We had a fire once, but the chute was closed or something at first, so the house smelled like burnt wood for a few days after that. And for as lonely as that sounds, I was having a better time than I am now."