Monday, December 30, 2002
Saturday, December 28, 2002
I was 6 years old and it was my birthday. I don't recall much about thatday other than my favorite birthday present. My father had bought 4 or 5 big sheets of thes little glow in the dark stars and my parents were standing on chairs and putting them on my ceiling. My father also wanted to teach my a few things about the constellations so he made sure to put a few on my ceiling. The big dipper, Orion, Ursa Major, Betelgeuse, Sirius and the big bright northstar. I wanted to put one up but I was much too short, so my dad lifted me on his shoulders so I could put up the "little dipper". There were even a few spaceships and I would make up stories about them as I waited to fall asleep. He put a big smiley face right smack in the center, but I hadn't noticed it until some years later. Every night they would glow brightly on my ceiling and I would stare up at them, finding all the constellations and stars. Over the years I had forgotten about them, and they dimmed, not growing as brightly. Two years ago, after my sister left for college, I moved my room into her hers (it was much larger) and the stars were lost in an unused room. Yesterday, I was forced to remove them so that my mother could paint the room. She and I stood on chairs and turned off the lights so that we could see where they were. They shined brighter than ever as we plucked them from the ceiling and let them fall to the floor and as I did I remembered the constellations. After all had been plucked they all lay in the floor still shining below. Then my mom brought in the vacuum cleaner. It was so sad, almost cried, almost...
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"Now see how all your so called power accounts for nothing, how your whole empire of destruction crashes down, over a simple.. cherry.." Priest Veto Cornelius of The Fifth Element. Said as his adversary was choking on a cherry.
Wednesday, December 25, 2002
Monday, December 23, 2002
Thursday, December 19, 2002
Thursday, December 05, 2002
Wednesday, December 04, 2002
Tuesday, December 03, 2002
Sunday, December 01, 2002
Sounds kind of odd doesn't it? Well that pretty much sums up my Christmas. I woke up at 7:30 this morning, but not to run to the Christmas tree and gasp at all the presents Santa brought, no instead I got up and packed all my clothes back into my little bag and departed, didn't even have enough time to take a shower. My legs, feeling like they had been run over by a truck several times due to the incredible strain on them from jet skiing in the frigid waters, could barely propel me at the pace my parents were moving. We went and picked up my poor sister, who had been hurling her guts out all night because of something she ate. It was to be a two and a half hour drive to miami, made short by the fact I fell asleep. When I awoke it was a haul getting all the luggage to its place in the airport, and escorting my still sick sister to the bathroom, and getting to the plane. I stopped for a quick blueberry muffin, the best muffin ever, and then got on the plane for an hour and a half flight back to Atlanta. I slept on the plane too. Atlanta, you'll never appreciate a deep, cold, brisk winter's breath until you've been down in the humid Florida Keys for your winter break. I felt kind of stupid though, I hadn't packed a coat for the trip to Florida and my father and I walked off the plane in very summery clothes. Well, the ride back to the house was long, listening to the pleasant tunes of incubus, but when I finally arrived, I swung the door open and exclaimed "YAY! HOME", and promptly went to bed. My whole family went to sleep. And that's my Christmas Story. I did get a shiny new watch, what did you guyz get?
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Well I'm writing from the Florida Keys, and they aren't all that fun in the winter. All the cool stuff to do is closed, and while it is still hot and very humid, the water is very cold. Well I get back to Atlanta on Christmas day and my parents have decided to do something that we sometimes do, and others don't. We're holding Christmas a few days late so we can shop during the after Christmas specials. It's kinda weird.
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Yay so I picked up my guitar the other day, which I hadn't touched for like a month, and I just started jammin away, not really playing anything in particular. I picked up a few funk chords from a guy I know, Paul Laxer, and I just went off with em. I've never played so hard and long in my life. Man, I created like 5 songs in two days. I'm having the time of my life. I stopped trying to play stuff and just played. Gave me an Idea too! I'm going to post like 4 or 5 songs with out lyrics, then you guys can vote or something on which you like best, and I'll make it into a full song with lyrics and stuff. Too bad I don't have the ime right now, I have to pack for the Florida keys. But next week, after christmas be looking out! Maybe I can get Chad to sing them too, he's got a pretty good voice, well better than mine anyway, I consider myself more of a backup singer. Plus I can hardly sing and play at the same time. Have a fun break!
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Is that a word, anonymity? I think so but I'm not sure. Wow this anonymous person is intersting. I'm not quite sure yet if its a guy or a girl, I'm leaning towards guy but I don't know. Anyway it starting showing up in several blogs I'm linked to. I'd like to know who it is, its extremely clever, just look at these recent comments on my page and Laura's. Its Crazy. So anonymous person, come and tell us who you are, I think we'd all like to know.
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OK. I'm having a serious problem. I've hit a wall. I cannot think creatively, and its been going on all day. This morning I strolled into ceramics and couldn't think of a design to go on my pot. I went to sculpture and I couldnt think of anything to carve a relief out of ( a relief is something carved out of a flat face). I've been having trouble working on my latest scripts. I've been sitting here for over an hour trying to think of something to blog about and I'm afraid that in a little while I have to write a compare on contrast essay, and I have no clue what I'm going to write it about. It's extrememly aggrivating. I really can't think of anything. I can think of fragments of things, but not full ideas. Sigh. I hope I can figure something out before I have to write this essay.
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OK it did it again. Anytime I put anything slightly complex in my blog it screws it all up, so I'll keep this pretty basic. So to get rid of the rogue blog I reduced the number of blogs viewable on the main page. So back to my Cat, he says hi. He was trying to sleep when I took some snapshots so hes got his sleepy face on. Click here to see photos.
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My Cat's name is Chance, and I have some pictures cause he is the coolest. He says hi by the way.
"I have come to believe that the whole world is an enigma, a harmless enigma that is made terrible by our own mad attempt to interpret it as though it had an underlying truth."
- Umberto Eco
First I'd like to say a few things off the bat. This is completely unrelated to Amy's recent blog about drugs and school, also I beleive that not all drugs are bad, and some are very useful. It's also very late and my memory doesn't work well when I'm tired so the names for most of the drugs aren't their actual names. OK we got that out of the way, now down to business. I just recently saw a commercial for a drug, umm Conformalac or something, in which the actors were all telling this lady "your not acting like yourself" or "you seem different" not necessarily in a bad way or anything. Then it's like, "if you have this problem you could be suffering from a serious mental illness (but your probably not) so take this brand new drug so that you can act like yourself again". What the hell? Since when is being different a mental illness? Is mid-life crisis a mental illness? I mean come on! What else can they think of? Next they be asking us to take a drug just for the shear hell of it. "If you want to take a drug just because everyone else is, take Bonerax!" I swear they have a drug for everything. Hey if you feel nervous when your speaking to large crowds, take Zoberbong. Hey if you feel anti-social on occasion, take Fumongusop. I mean jeez! Then there's ADD or ADHD. I've got mixed feelings on this topic. What it really seems like to me is like this "If your kid is acting rambunctious, or high energy, or.... like a kid. He or she may have ADD!" I mean, the symptoms to me seem more like traits for a child. And the fact is also, I don't see a lot of older people diagnosed with ADD and who are on the drugs, actually I don't see any (doesnt mean there arent any). People might argue, "well the drugs do work to correct the symptoms". Well just because the drugs "cure" it persay, doesnt mean its some mental illness. Side effects, thought about those at all? The particular one's for the "Conformalac" or something, include - Dry mouth, insomnia, Fatigue, and sexual side effects. Did I hear that right? Insomnia and fatigue? Well often one is a result of the other. And what about sexual side effects, do you want something wrong down there? DO YOU!?!? I also like how they don't tell exactly whats goes wrong either, your piece might rot off, or your box might seal itself permanently, but you wouldn't kno9w, becuase they're only sexual side effects. Just another reason to take Viagra. Hey I'm all for Viagra, If old guys can get the big IT, that gives me hope. But seriously, it seems like they're coming out with a drug for everyone, maybe they should all just shut up! Well as you can see, I'm not in the best of moods. I WON'T see you on monday. Sorry that came out mean.
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