| "Marvel Your Universe..." |
[30 Nov 2008|10:30am] |
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I cut off all my hair...
My sister might be in jail...
I'm on the verge of losing my job...
I'm the only one here with any responsibility...
I'm completely overwhelmed...
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| "Go Home and Rethink Your Ideals..." |
[23 Nov 2008|12:32am] |
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I woke up the other day and my room was orange... I walked outside and I could see the sky was black to the North and the East... I drove to Brea and watched the fire eat a hillside while the city looked at each other nervously... It still snows ash when the wind blows just right...
On a related note, today at work I was working outside and donned a black bandanna around my mouth... A group of Gangster Disciples approached me and told me that I needed to take it off or they would "fuck my shit up and drag my ass down the street..." O, world!
I have started to draw comics based on stories people tell me / dreams I have / things I see around me... The art isn't very good but I like what I've done so far... I just need to start copying it over to non-lined paper...
In a house with six other people, it took me two days to realize I've been home alone...
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| "As Long As I Keep Talking I Know I'm Still Alive..." |
[12 Nov 2008|12:25am] |
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I've thrown out my back doing something in which one should not be able to throw out their back...
I tore the blinds off of my windows and threw them away, thinking the constant natural light will do me some good...
I keep listening to different versions of "Sea of Love" over and over... Phil Phillips, Cat Power, Iggy Pop, Robert Plant, Tom Waits, Phil Phillips, Cat Power, Iggy Pop, Robert Plant, Tom Waits, Phil Phillips...
It doesn't matter how many lines you tap, it doesn't matter how many spies you send, I can bury it and make sure it never comes up again...
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| "What's-Their-Names Make the Cover..." |
[09 Nov 2008|02:44am] |
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Having good taste in music and being a miserable pissant are not mutually exclusive...
Tonight, one of the few nights in a while where I need to sleep, I have been kept awake by an insect, then something in my room catching fire, then heavy rain, and now a roommate's 2 AM guest... Nature, fire, water, people... It's like a cruel James Taylor song (and I hate James Taylor)...
Josue and I have gotten back into contact with one another and started a two-man project called Geysir (because some other jackasses all ready took both Hush and Melodious Thunk)... We shall see what becomes of that...
I either need to travel or watch "Mary Poppins..."
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| "When in Rome..." |
[28 Oct 2008|10:31pm] |
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I'm thoroughly convinced that the Kennedy Curse is contagious...
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| "A Pail of Antifreeze..." |
[16 Oct 2008|01:04pm] |
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I am in my new house now...The first thing I did when I moved in was fixed the plumbing... The second thing I did was found a complete drum kit, a guitar, and an accordion in the garage... The third thing I did was finally fucking relax...
I really like half my roommates... The other half are rude as all get out (but all of that half are moving out by the end of the year, so it's all right)...
I also now have a Wyatt Earp / Will Oldham mustache...
I am also thinking about trying to organize some sort of poker night (I'm looking at you, Just Dave, Dominic, Josue, and Zoilo)...
We shall see what happens...
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| "Mexican Cowboys Bringing Guitars to Hawaii..." |
[05 Oct 2008|01:09am] |
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Am I as big of a disappointment as I think I am?
Lately, I've been a big ball of depression and second thoughts and my head and my heart don't seem to be on the same page (they don't even seem to be reading the same book anymore)...
My typewriter is broken and once I am gone I can't ever come back... I tried to apologize to the people this means I will never see again but they just assumed I was being dramatic... That's when I realized that you can't tell people you legitimately care about "I know something you don't know" without letting them know what they don't...
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| "You're So Full of Shit, Your Eyes Are Turning Brown..." |
[20 Sep 2008|03:32am] |
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I am moving to Fullerton, this is my formal announcement...
Monday night I need to hide out, lay low, relax...
Today I caught myself telling a story that started with "when I was your age" and ended with "don't make the same mistakes I did..."
Since when was it impossible to find a nice, solid color necktie? Since when did my spine stick out? Since when was "Love Hurts" by Nazareth everywhere?
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| "Leave Your Phone Number With the Bartender..." |
[10 Sep 2008|04:28pm] |
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I am no longer an asshole... I am now a certified dick...
And the driver's side door of my Yaris will forever remind me of this...
For some reason, I found this funnier than anything else...
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| "A Small Can of Cinnamon..." |
[22 Aug 2008|10:52pm] |
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If I wanted your opinion as to whether or not I am a jerk, I would have asked for your opinion as to whether or not I am a jerk... Seeing that I didn't ask for your opinion as to whether or not I am a jerk, it probably would have been a better choice to not give your opinion as to whether or not I am a jerk...
Sizzler somehow manages to make me very sick every time I eat there... Too bad it's the only place my grandparents want to go when I invite them out...
What the fuck do I do at an Irish wake? Especially if it's partially in my honor?
UPDATE: Last night I dreamed that I got punched in the face... This morning I woke up covered in blood...
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| "All the Protestants in Hell..." |
[02 Aug 2008|03:21am] |
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As of late, I've had a sort of perpetual headache... No amount of aspirin will take care of it so I'm not quite sure what I should do to quell it...
Happiness is being misunderstood and then not caring enough to elaborate...
I am taking part in a reading at the Hickey Underworld on august 23rd (hopefully it goes over better than the doomed Zoo Ruins show)... I wrote a story called "The Home for Those Who Have Lost Their Symmetry" that might be a good addition...
Also, although I doubt I'll asked to be an official member, my buddy Iguanadom has asked me to assist him and a friend or two or three in a group... If it's as Neil Young-y as what I'd expect to come out of Iguanadom, I will be more than happy to take part in this...
My plan for tomorrow: buy "Batman: the animated Series" on DVD, work till 1 AM, watch "Batman: the Animated Series" on DVD...
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| "We Say We Will, We Won't..." |
[19 Jul 2008|01:27pm] |
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Two "save the dates" in as many days? This is getting ridiculous...
My main argument for wanting to ditch this house and go anywhere (seriously, ANYWHERE) is that nobody here talks in sentences... Only questions and accusations... "So you're finally awake? How you gonna fit all that in your car? Not a very good plan... You seen my camera around or did you steal it? I haven't used it since that graduation party..." "Good morning to you, too..."
Lately, my playlist has been bouncing back and forth between Jay-Z (mostly "The Black Album") and Black Flag (mostly either the "Jealous Again" EP or the "Decline of Western Civilization" version of "Depression")...
I was up till 4 AM last night reading "The Long Halloween" and "The Killing Joke..." I'm such a dork...
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| "I Am a Gear in the Wheel of the Clock, I Fear Not My Mortality..." |
[12 Jul 2008|02:24am] |
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I've got no motivation to do much of anything right now... I really do want to go to school but if I go, I'm pretty sure I'm going to have a mental breakdown... Unfortunately, my family will not support me unless I do what they wish exactly... No breaks, no rest, just straight up misery...
I have no idea what is going on in regards to a house... It's kinda like I got no input anymore, but whatever...
Today, I showed up to work in a small girl's t-shirt, sunglasses (indoors), and moccasins, with disheveled hair and a very visible hickey on my neck while strumming "Guns of Brixton" on a guitar... I've become that guy...
I need more bread pudding, all the time, forever...
The first time I tried typing "mental breakdown" I put in "metal breakdown..." Oh, dear...
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| "Old Fluff and Ready..." |
[03 Jul 2008|01:23am] |
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I don't sleep, I just drink and watch Irvin S. Yeaworth Jr.'s "the Blob" and play Chris Isaak's "Wicked Game" on the guitar...
I really need to learn to sew... I can't rely on others to sew the holes in my jeans forever...
I have also found a new affinity for skating videos... If I got motivated enough, I'd like to shoot footage or something...
Come on, Long Beach... Gimme a house!
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| "Industry on Parade..." |
[20 Jun 2008|01:47am] |
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Waking up drenched in sweat is totally overrated...
I am in total high school mode right now (piss-drunk of Bud Light and blasting "Letting Off the Happiness")... OH DEAR GOD, I'M WEARING A BELLE AND SEBASTIAN T-SHIRT, TOO...
I wrote a song in a cold shower tonight... Now I need to buy a shitty snare drum and/or a used SP-404 ASAP...
I miss those who live across borders...
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| "I Was Saved by a Massacre..." |
[11 Jun 2008|06:25am] |
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Last night I had a revelation... My father is making my home life extremely stressful, which is driving me to having a lack of motivation, depression, not being able to stomach food, and what I think is the beginning stages of alcoholism... When I would rather be at work than at home and when I can't sleep at night without having a glass of whiskey, there's a problem... Therefore, I need to move out as soon as possible before something bad happens...
Also, after waking up after a particularly weird dream, I have absolutely no voice today...
On the plus side, I am playing a show next month by myself... Details will come soon enough...
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| "Motherland of Vodka..." |
[01 Jun 2008|01:21am] |
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When you are extremely sleepy, you do strange things... I found myself in the old man across the street's backyard eating pimento olives and stoking a fire... I came home and I bought what I think is a dictionary full of words made up by David Byrne, Ben Kweller, and Tom Waits (I could be wrong, however)... This type of behavior should be remedied with sleep, but I'm opting for a cheap merlot and some sort of audio commentary...
Today at work, some man came in and informed me that a few minutes prior he had been hit by a car driven by the love of his life 25 miles away... He then asked me to fix his radio (the batteries were all backwards) and put it on a station that just told him what the weather was like outside of the store over and over again... He concluded his visit by telling me that he was hiding from the police and should probably be on his way... I'm not sure if I should have believed him or not, but he left...
Having money is a weird thing, but, other than independence, there's nothing I really WANT... I need an opportunity...
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| "The Pope's Guide to Makin' Out..." |
[17 May 2008|01:49am] |
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My house has become infested with moths and it's extremely annoying... I guess that the bird food we switched to has to be frozen or else, when it gets hot, moths come out of it... What the hell kind of deal is that?
The microphone I made out of a tin can only worked once and then never again...
I got accepted into CSULB's marine biology dealy, my Bikini Kill vinyl discography is almost complete, and I got the biggest paycheck I've ever received... Still, I think the only thing that would make me truly happy is a plush Boober from "Fraggle Rock..."
My screw-top red wine has a Ralph Steadman drawing on the label... I'm pretty sure that means I rule...
Seriously, somebody get me a plush Boober...
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| "The Most Exalted Dignitaries of Sudan..." |
[28 Apr 2008|08:34pm] |
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Lately, life has been fucking awesome...
I bought a new car, a 2008 Yaris, cash... Paid off... It was 100% mine before I left the dealer parking lot...
I finalized everything and it looks like I'm going to Long Beach State next year to start my marine biology stuff... I am unbelievably psyched about that...
I've been buying musical equipment and writing songs left and right... I just need to find some ladies to do backup vocals on some recordings...
Also, speaking of ladies, I'm not doing so badly there, either... Wink...
Life is good and summer will be even greater... Nothing can stop me and that's the way it should be...
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| "Happy Couple Still in Honeymoon Mode..." |
[08 Apr 2008|09:08pm] |
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First, the least important news... I am getting a tattoo of this very soon...
In other news, I am making my own personal Lent... I don't really believe in a Christ so I don't believe in the temptation... Even so, I like the concept of withholding yourself from your own temptations... My own 40 days...
I'm getting this promotion business down better than I thought... I now see the potential in myself that the others have mentioned...
Tomorrow night I get to see Stephen Hawking speak about black holes at CalTech... I am excited...
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