Wednesday, February 24, 2010
Wednesday, November 11, 2009
I have so much that I want to accomplish before I die and I'm not working on any of it.
I thought that was why I moved?
Tuesday, October 27, 2009
I turned 18 on January 4th in 2006, and that was probably one of the best nights of my life so far. There are a lot of variables that contribute to that statement, but one of the main reasons that night was so important to me is that it was the first time I saw Hop Along. I had heard 'Freshman Year' before that, but it wasn't until hearing her play upstairs at Cave9, with no help from a microphone and standing over everyone else like an Elementary school teacher that I was completely hooked.
'Freshman Year' is the kind of record that I won't listen to for a few months, then one day I'l find it in my car and play only that for weeks. People who ride with me frequently get sick of it and complain, but I won't change it; it never gets old to me. After a while, I'll change it and the rotation starts over. If you've never listened to it, you should. If you have listened to it, you should listen again.
Monday, October 26, 2009
I wrote this in the car when P.S. Eliot was on tour in July. Will, Katherine, and I were (as you may have assumed from the title) driving along the old Oregon Trail.
'When Yr on the Oregon Trail'
When you're on the Oregon Trail
Baristas churn to tell you tales
of absent taxes on the sales
of Venti Soy Iced Coffees.
And when you're traveling down this trail
a sharpened ton of pine trees flail
around, their needle-fingers frail
but never brown or breaking.
As your wagon caulks and sails,
your Idaho potatoes stale
and leave your palette plain and pale.
She'll break the highway Richter scale.
And some might die along the way
from Typhoid fever, food decay.
The markers left read 'Here She Lay.'
She was too heavy anyway.
And when your memory bails and fails
at photographing small details
just forge the river, you'll prevail.
Oh when you're on the Oregon Trail.
Sunday, October 25, 2009
I haven't had a Diet Coke in 3 days.
This is monumental.
I've been drinking a solid average of 4 to 5 since I was about 13.
I've been thinking a lot about addictions recently. Like what causes someone to feel dependent on a substance, the physicality of it all, etc. and decided that I don't want any part of it. I want to be able to just drop something if I want to, without having to worry about my body's reliance on a chemical. So when my friend Andrew explained to me how aspartame reacts similarly to how formaldehyde would, preserving fat in your organs so that it won't burn away, I decided to lay off.
Now I want to learn more about addictions that people have. And what constitutes an 'addictive personality'. And how people are addicted to abstract things, like feelings or situations. Library tomorrow probably.
Wednesday, October 21, 2009
Tuesday, October 20, 2009
so this is my attempt to start ACTUALLY using this thing.
To stop wasting an hour at a time on Facebook or Wikipedia or some other website, all while telling myself I should be reading my library book.
I want to feel like I'm being productive in this new environment.
I live in a new city now.
I've been in Chattanooga for approximately 2 months and my life feels unseasoned or something.
Maybe now I can explain to the Internet how I get bored and contemplative and sad and lonely and homesick. You know, instead of boring my friends to death.
We'll see what happens.