Sunday, January 30, 2011

Corks! (And a Salt Shaker Monster)

Here are some pictures I took at some absurd hour in the morning last night, most of which contain corks.

Some Overdue Pictures

I had been meaning to upload these through Mobile Blogger or whatever it's called, however, that failed, and now if I see a UFO, I won't be able to upload to this place instantaneously, oh no! Anyway, HOLY SHIT THAT IS A LOT OF MINI COOPERS! Sorry, I just looked at the TV and there were hundreds of Minis. Carrying on:

I got to ride the Special Train!!

What a cool Hood Ornament, also this trucks grill was like, 8 feet high.

Thursday, January 27, 2011

Lessons Learned from No School

    So, yesterday, I went to Nemo's house to jam out, knowing there would be no school today, and learned quite a bit.

  • How to Walk in most any key.
  • I'm better at jamming out on Harmonica than on Bass.
  • How to play D, A, and E Chords.
  • Bb Harmonica plus G chord progression on Acoustic guitar sounds amazing. 
  • Harmonica plus Acoustic Guitar sounds amazing.
  • It is really bright at One in the Morning.
  • I am the supreme ruler of Middle Earth.
  • Apparently no power means no electric instruments.
  • Singing Bohemian Rhapsody badly at midnight is totally acceptable.
  • I need to "Steal the shit out of my sister's guitar"
  • "We need to go now."
  • Cow Skulls are possessed.
  • Having a summer able to be described by The Gaslight Anthem's '59 Sound would be cool, regardless of the fact that 3 or 4 people die, and your heart gets broken about 200 times.
  • On a Red Planet near ours, Fatties rule the Space Prostitution ring, and therefore the government.
  • Space Cowboy films are the epitome of art.

Tuesday, January 25, 2011

Mandatory Patriotic Commentary

     Well, just watched the State of the Union, on my computer! It was really weird, being able to get faster streaming than my television. Anyway, I genuinely liked the speech, and found it to be one of Obama's better speeches. His goals were fantastic, and they should be attainable if politics don't mess them up. So uh, anyway,


Sunday, January 16, 2011

Tuesday, January 11, 2011

Sell my Body to Science?

      Today I got myself a concussion, which I've been far too good at getting in the past year. I've learned two things from this recent incident, the school has the most incompetent medical facilities, and people care more about my body than I do. The school nurses are the most ridiculous process ever. I've been dealing with this nonsense since elementary school, when bloody noses would get me in her office at least once a week in the winter. The nurse would just hand me paper towels, tell me to tilt my head down and just waste what felt like hours of my time back when school was still fun. Not only that, but I've been able to fix my own nosebleeds on 98% of occasions within 8 minutes, so I don't know why it's such a complicated process for nurses. In middle school I only really went to the nurse once, after doing a flip over a girl and landing head first on our rubber gym, and sustaining a pretty bad concussion. I went to the nurse's office and laid down, shortly before going back to class and vomiting in the nearest bathroom en route. That was actually a pretty satisfactory experience, or at least I felt better after it. Today, I am unable to speak correctly, and was spelling "going" "aoinssg" and "feeling" "gollins". Around then I realized that I needed to go home. I go to the nurses office, but apparently we need notes from our fifth and seventh period teachers, which is absurd. We can tell our friends that we're probably going to be out, and they'll inform our teachers, who understand that shit happens and people get sick. I was not about to stumble through the school until I collapsed or vomited in the hallway, so I called my sister who picked me up, and took me home, god bless her. (For her Allah) and I went and passed out for two hours, and now have just a little migraine to show for it. In my opinion far better than what the school could've done to help me.
     Also I realized people care about my body a whole lot more than I do. I realize that migraines can be super serious, but everybody I mention it too loses their shit and asks if I'm ok. If I wasn't ok I wouldn't really be talking to them, would I? But this has also gone back until elementary school, when people would also feel the need to tell me to go to the nurse because of a nosebleed. I'm at the point when I honestly am not dismayed by the sight of my blood, just frustrated. I'm not trying to be a John Wayne badass either, I've just become numb to the sign of my own blood. Also the amount of times I've sliced my hand open is another factor of course. Also, I feel really bad when people feel worse for me than I do, I feel like I don't merit their empathy, nor really need it, however, it is comforting, I guess it evens out.
     And that's all for today folks!

Sunday, January 9, 2011

Morbid Poetry

     I was driving in the car today, and I heard on the radio discussion about the recent shootings in Arizona, that the youngest victim of the attack was a nine-year old girl named Christina-Taylor Green, born on September 11th 2001. The fact that she was born on the day that will live on in America, not as a day of infamy, but a day that was shaped by evil and characterized by the heroism of American people. The fact that this girl was born on such a day, only to die at the hands of a man with a gun, that has a sense of poetry to it. Not any good poetry by any stretch of the imagination, but it's poetic nonetheless. To be born on a day of tragedy, to die on another. 

Monday, January 3, 2011

One Hundred and Eighty

    One Hundred and Eighty, the number of days there are in school. It seems like school steals the year from you, but it in truth is less than half of the year's days. But while it may be one hundred and eighty days on paper, it might as well be 270 in my mind.
     In One Hundred and Eighty Days, it will be Sunday July 3rd. I will be preparing for the festivities, near injuring myself with fireworks, and all around be enjoying the early summer. The frustration I've had with school will be long gone. One Hundred and Eighty Days after that, it will be Thursday, December 29th. I again, will be well rested, preparing for festivities, and forgetting that homework exists.

     One Hundred and Eighty Degrees is a complete turnaround. Today I've turned around completely from the leisure and relaxation of winter break to the stress of school. I need to do an One Hundred and Eight Degree turn, from slacking for most of the first semester, to getting my act together now.

     One Hundred and Eighty Words.