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.