Spicyburritto
Monday, October 10, 2005
well. it's been a very long time. much has changed. an incredible amount. actually, i'm going to have to ease into this writing thing. i can't do any more right now.
Thursday, April 07, 2005
Wednesday, April 06, 2005
Against All Odds
How about the weather?I say it's beautiful. Today during mixed ensemble we sat outside and worked on theory. I got the rocking chair and my ipod and it was delightful. so detached and isolated and with things like jack johnson, third eye blind, and bob marley all playing, how could i not help but to feel the beauty of nice weather? of course i could say that it was mostly me being able to forget things, but i'll take what i can get.
I have so much to say. But perhaps i'll repress all that a little while longer. Instead i'll discuss the absurdity of buttons on men's and women's clothes. I know i'm not the only one to notice this, but the buttons on men's shirts are always on one side, whereas the buttons on a woman's shirt are on the other side. What's up with that? Is there something about the physiology of men that enable them to button better with the button on their right side? Are women better abled to button from the left? Surely it has no noticeable aesthetical value. I mean either way, the button is on top. Personally, I blame it on women. I mean despite the way women continuously press for "equal rights" and such, they're always trying to slip in little ways to differentiate themselves from men, little things that they can take secret pleasure in. I mean look at the couches in women's bathrooms. How is it equal that they get to lounge around in the bathroom like that? Or look ---censored because i am good old fashioned ignorant--- You see, this button thing is just a continuation of such tricks played by womenfolk. Somehow, they take a dark, veiled pleasure in seeing men button with their right hands. Fine, be that way, you sly women; have your joys. Just remember that you don't get to write your names in the snow.
Sunday, April 03, 2005
I am full of emptiness. I wake up in the morning. I get up. I shower, I put clothes on. Drag a comb through my hair and brush my teeth. Everything empty. I find myself driving to school. Find myself at school, in class, listening to the words around me: the way they fall and rise and add up to so much. And I miss them all. I am walking through the halls. I am so close to people; I see them but I don't hear them. They are empty. I sleep. I fall away from the words that surround me and I miss them all. I dream about doves that fall to die, I dream about ridiculous things like love, things that don't add up, and I don't see where dreams begin and reality ends. I wake up with a burning, a pressure. Something that always comes back. It fills me, makes me emptier because I can't feel anymore. I am empty.
Wednesday, March 30, 2005
at the ceiling of my feeling
i went to the jump (little children) concert last night. It was pretty hot. and by hot i mean it was fun, not like there was a lot of heat, even though there was. You see it's a figure of speech. anyway, after the concert i went to toms house. i havent done like a sleepover thing in a very long time. so today was sort of blurry. I went through things half aware. mostly because of tiredness but also because it's easier to deal with some things if you just cut ties with reality. Today at fencing i told the instructor that i wanted a hard practice. he happily agreed. it's so comforting to feel your body resisting the work and to conquer it and push it further. it's so comforting to have something like that to clear your mind. I have more to say, but i dont really feel like writing anymoreThursday, March 24, 2005
I certainly do like chocolate chocolate chip cookies though.
I woke up this morning feeling incredibly unfulfilled. And i don't know why. I had a good night last night, being with anastasia made me happy. But all day i've just had this darkness, this gloom. Maybe it was because i've been faced with this daunting task of cleaning my room and doing scholarship stuff. Maybe it was finding all the remnants and memories of lost relationships as i trudged through the rest of the junk in my room. Maybe it's the slow and reluctant realization that spring break is nearly over. Or the regret and shame that i feel for the way i've handled some of my friendships lately. either way, i've made very little progress on the things i have to do today, and that leaves me feeling even more discouraged. I think i'll go eat some of those cookies now.Tuesday, March 22, 2005
fred jones was worn out from caring for his often screaming and crying wife during the day but he couldnt sleep at night for fear that she in a stupor from the drugs that didnt ease the pain would set the house ablaze with a cigarette.

