Monday, December 31, 2007

something like life

Fuck man...

The shit we do to make ourselves feel better is astounding.

I'm watching 6 Feet Under, and this show is amazing. Like, really amazing. It does everything I want to do. It shows the way we actually are, which is rare to see in just about anything these days. I really wish we were actual people. Maybe being the not real people is being real? If that makes any sense at all. I don't know.

But it's the new year... whoopty doo...

I got all these text messages this break "Merry Christmas", and "Happy New Year" and it was nice, but I don't know if they are real. You know? I mean I appreciate getting them, it's really nice and all that shit... Anyway...

I was watching 24, and at one point the presidential candidates kid says "I love you dad", and the dad responds "I love you too son." And I fucking lost it... Like, flipped my shit, started balling. I have no idea why.

This entry is kind of random, but I guess I am just writing what I am currently thinking about, and thats what I said I was going to do.


Thursday, December 13, 2007

Another Semester Over

Thank God. Seriously, I'm fucking tickled pink, I'm jubilant! Christmas is coming soon, And I am super pumped. AHH!!!

As soon as I get a better chance, I'll put up a Semester in Review. Anyway, for now... I'm going to eat in the caf... woo...

Sunday, December 9, 2007

The Bucket by The Kings of Leon

Watch this. it is amazing. This is the band/song I am currently obsessed with.

Wednesday, December 5, 2007

The Country

Amazing Poem by Billy Collins

LoveSong of J. Alfred Prufrock

Perhaps my favorite poem of all time

another of one of my favorites

"Friendly Advice to a lot of Young Men"

Go to Tibet
Ride a camel.
Dye your shoes blue.
Grow a beard.
Circle the world in a paper canoe.
Subscribe to The Saturday Evening Post.
Chew on the left side of your mouth only.
Marry a woman with one leg and shave with a straight razor.
And carve her name in her arm.

Brush your teeth with gasoline.
Sleep all day and climb trees at night.
Hold your head under water and play the violin.
Do a belly dance before pink candles.
Kill your dog.
Run for mayor.
Live in a barrel.
Break your head with a hatchet.
Plant tulips in the rain.

But don't write poetry.

- Charles Bukowski

Tuesday, December 4, 2007

First Time I saw the Ocean

my foot touched
almost water
more resistance though
dead creature, “poor thing” i said
“happens a lot, just look” paul told me
looked forward, saw all the jellyfish
washed up on the shore, next to sticks and cigarette

sat for a minute near the animal
we walk past because it happens a lot

Other things...

I'm probably, and by probably I mean I am going to post some of the stuff I have written on here... Take it... oh god Take it...

New Blog

I decided it would be fun to start a new blog. A blog where I could basically just keep track of my own life instead of worrying about what other people think about my posts. So this is for me, and if you read it. Thats cool, I appreciate your interest in my life.

Lets see, what does my name mean you may be wondering?
Well, it is the name of the main character from my favorite book The Stranger by Albert Camus with the word man behind it. So thats that...

This year has been incredibly weird, just all around a very weird semester, I have heard similar things from other people so I hope that I'm not just crazy, because that would be extremely unfortunate.