The Vision

it's nice to know that nobody will see this
posting in public somewhere nobody has looked in years is exhilarating
this is how voyeurism works
living the dream is everything I thought it could be
and more that I didn't anticipate...
there's more to fun than fun
I've lost my flow
I've lost my go
satisfaction only existed in my head
and now I just smoke instead

you make me complete

This feeling's like magic
So nervous I can't eat
I'm turning around
I don't know what I'll find
But I'm finally looking back,
or maybe this way is forward
but north is always north
right is always right.
I can't turn down what I asked for in the first place
but I can turn in place
I'm magic, floating across the stage
Everybody's watching me
And I can't eat
I can't breathe unless it's fast
I can't move unless it's slow
I don't know how to act or what to say
I just turn around
Don't even lift my feet
Just turn around
Like magic

If you let something go
To fly away
You never know
You never Say
How many words
It could ever take

To cure this feeling
that I know is right
Ensure my being
is fight or flight
A knife in my heart
Will say the same
as she said through her tears
pronounced my name

I know there's a chance
Reconciliation in the future
I pray and I hope
That she'll let me see her

Chapters end and smoke disappears
but never forget what we had here...

Labels: sad

I bought some pudding...and I've come to a very important conclusion: It's ok to eat pudding with a fork. It's ok to eat pudding with a fork because the pudding doesn't go through the tines of the fork. You don't need a spoon. You can eat it with a fork.

So my boy Crazy Eric and I recently got ahold of some genuine Cuban Romeo Y Julieta cigars from an unnamed accomplice. We pulled my futon into the garage, turned on the dryer (for heat) and smoked for 3 hours straight. Needless to say, we were a little tipsy after that endeavor, but it was incredible. Never have I tasted such complexity and natural deliciousness as that night. It was an amazing experience. When I closed my eyes, I felt like I was actually there, I was actually in Havana...

Now I know there are Cuban Cigars in Heaven.

My arm is spasming like crazy...I don't know why. In other news, I love tobacco. I have tried every kind of tobacco now: Cigars, Cigarettes, Pipe Tobacco, Chew, Dip, and Nasal Snuff. It's good stuff. I think I'm going to work for the tobacco industry when I grow up. Anyway, if you ever get a chance to try snuff, do it. It's an interesting experience to say the least.

I just got back from Colorado. It wasn't very cold but it was cool...get it? Anyway, I had a good time. I got back just in time to hang out with the Captain, Crazy Eric, Dick and Jane. Dick and I are also embarking on our new business venture soon. My last solo operation failed miserably...or "is failing" I was making cigarettes, but they were more expensive in terms of labor cost than I could sell them for. It was fun though. Anyway, this is just a little update on my life for today...just because I felt like it.

So many things I cant let go of but still haunt me.
So many places reach out to me when I drive by.
There's a fire behind those eyes I see in the reflection.
The storefront window.
The one with the lights.
That's all I see - lights, lights, lights, skys that are no longer blue and orange.
Grass that's no longer green.
As many times as I try, I fail.
And one more time after that.
All I hear is the piano in my head, the devil on my shoulder - whispering things to me.
Am I good or bad?

I hear your voice all the time
Selling, Telling, Screaming and Pleading
I see ghosts of you
And you're not even gone yet
Makaveli Spoke Blasphemy and I can't think of anything else
In the Name of the Lord
In the Name of the Lord
In vain...what does that mean?
Blasphemer
Heretic
Kneeling down, I still see ghosts of you
closing my eyes, I still hear voices of you, recordings of things you've said in the past.
pray
In the name of the Lord
In the name of the Lord
I can see through you. I can see things behind you even when you're in front of me.
Ghosts of you and you're not even gone.

Guns N' Roses told us that all we need is a little patience. I've found that this is true and can be applied to everyday life. My life is so hectic and fast paced that I never really have to wait for anything to happen because something always does. But on those rare occasions where I do have to actually wait for something, I find that I have very little patience. I attribute this to the fact that I never have to wait for anything. Everything is fast: school, food, sleep, work. Everything goes by in a flash, and I'm still so impatient when things don't move so quickly. The question that all this begs is: Do I really want my life to fly by so fast? Maybe I should appreciate and cherish those moments that I find myself waiting for something, because it's a rarity that might not be so common in the rest of my life. Steppenwolf told us that we were "born to be wild" and I don't disagree, but those little moments of calm that we experience from time to time shouldn't be a source of anxiety, but a calming moment of relaxation.

Dammit. I hate sandals with socks. People that put socks on, then decide to wear sandals...what are you thinking? Don't socks defeat the purpose of sandals in the first place? Aren't sandals the "freedom of the feet?" What the hell. I hate sandals with socks.

I got the job at Best Buy. I had to take a drug test though. Peed in a cup, that was fun. I never thought it would be like that. I never thought I would get to hold my own urine...and feel it's warmth. but it was nice.

So I got that goin for me.

Captain is comin down from ABQ this weekend...and you know that means something is going to happen. We don't know what yet...but it's somethin. I can tell you what it's not though: It's not SANDALS WITH SOCKS!!!!!!

OK, I know I've been gone for a while...but I'm back (for now) this is no commitment, actually it probably means nothing. But don't be concerned with all that, just sit back and enjoy the melodies:

I just saw The 40 Year Old Virgin, it was HILARIOUS!!! I'm tellin you, it was laugh out loud funny - THE WHOLE TIME. I'm so serious. I loved it, that's definitely a buyer. I'm so getting that one. ALSO:

Bully, Rockstar Games next release, comes out next Wednesday, I'm definitely going to be playing that next weekend. Also, the Warriors comes out in 2 weeks. It's a Rockstar adaptation of the Paramount Film of the same name from 1979. If you've never seen The Warriors, which is highly likely considering it's relative UNpopularity when it came out, I suggest you rent dat! It's so goofy, it's almost good, while still sucking royally! But I love it nonetheless, and I'm sure I'll love the game too!

I have an interview at Best Buy tomorrow, but I'm not sure that I really want 2 jobs. Can I handle it? I'm not sure, I guess I'll have to just give it a shot and see if I can pull it off. The extra money would be nice, plus I've wanted to work there forEVER since I could work. The messed up part is that the only time they'd hire me is when I have enough experience that I don't need a job like that anymore, except as a second job - EXACTLY the situation I'm in now. What a coincidence! Anyway, it's tired and I'm late...on the verge of delirious. It's amazing I'm not wording up my screws by now! MUCH LOVE ALL!

I want to take some time to reflect...on the past year in the Vision. One year ago, on July 29, 2004, I started this blog with an open mind. I had no idea what would become of it. A couple friends joined Blogger, and we had a blog community. Only a few of us are left now, but it's still all I ever thought it would be. Happy birthday Vision.

I watched War of the worlds the other day with my friend and girlfriend. The movie was great! Spectaclar special effects, great plot, great ending...but I have to give this movie 2 thumbs in the ground. I will never...EVER watch another movie that stars Dakota Fanning. Eff her. This stupid little girl, totally screwed up the movie. Tom Cruise was great. She sucked. The whole movie was ruined for me, because every scene she was in (oh, wait...she was in EVERY scene) I was thinking about how nice it would be if some other little girl of comparable age and size came onto the screen and kicked Dakota in the head. I will forever boycott her movies. She sucks so much bung that I want to throw up.


Tell me she doesn't look retarded right here.

EAT IT DAKOTA!

Currently listening to: "All the Critics in New York" - Westside Connection

I'm disappointed to report that the shuttle will NOT, in fact, launch today. Apparently, there is a low level fuel sensor that has malfunctioned and cannot be immediately repaired.

It's my birthday today...so: Happy Birthday to me! I don't feel different...I never really do until about six months later. Then I start to feel my age. But that's no different than anybody else I suppose.



I think I'm more excited about the shuttle launch scheduled for today. Today marks NASA's "Return to Flight" as the space shuttle Discovery makes the first launch since the Columbia disaster just a few years ago. Working here at NASA WSTF is exciting today simply because excitement is contagious. Everybody here has had their part in the shuttle's success, weather it be large, small, direct, or indirect. I think everyone feels a little bit of pride today as the shuttle sits on the launch pad, ready to ascend into the sky. We're all scheduled to watch the launch from the conference room today. I can imagine that everybody will be holding their breath as the timer continues to count down...and they will continue to hold it as Discovery rises from sight. I hope everything goes well with the launch today and I know it will prove to be a spectacular sight. I wish I could be there.

Another interesting fact I learned recently is White Sands Space Harbor (WSSH) is the primary emergency landing site for the space shuttle and the third alternate site as well. What this means is: If the shuttle should have some malfunction or emergency, and NASA deems it "unsafe" to land at the normal location, it would land here in New Mexico at WSSH. This would be an incredible and exciting event in itself, but I hope it doesn't land here...because that would mean there would be a potentially dangerous problem. In case of bad weather or other complications at the primary and alternate landing sites, WSSH would also be used to land the shuttle.

Currently listening to: Pre-launch Commentary - NASA TV

I moved all day yesterday...not just moving like physical activity...moving stuff. My girlfriend and I were up till...I don't even know how late moving stuff. I don't remember moving sucking this much when I moved out of my parent's house. Maybe it's because it was SO nice to be out of there...I actually liked the house I was living in YESTERDAY. But oh well...that's just how it goes I guess. My room is currently filled with boxes...with a little path to walk to the door...the next week will consist of working in the day...unpacking at night. UGGGHH! does not sound fun.

I've decided that moving is a bit like not moving...in the sense that you're not actually doing anything...anything being everything but work...which is, in fact, what you are doing. I think I remember work being defined as exerting energy to move something...I think that's right because I remember a picture of a guy pushing on a wall and a caption that said "Is this man doing work?" and the answer was no, because although the man was exerting energy, he was not moving anything...not accomplishing a damn thing...except to make himself tired. What a dumbass. anyway that's exactly my point. That you can manipulate anything to mean anything you want it to mean. Like when I said that we didn't do anything. If I define anything to mean "everything except work" then we weren't doing anything, we were doing nothing...if nothing is defined as "work and nothing else...or work and not anything" Basically "not anything" translates to "nothing" anyway so you can just say "nothing" and I'll know you mean "not anything" because...pretty much that's what it means? Right? Left.

I just wanna wish erbody a happy forf of julio. I hope everybody had a good time.

Also, I wanna mention that Sean has deleted his blog...it is no more, in case you didn't already know. I know it's done...but I'm still sad. I was gonna have a big post about this...but I'm not in the mood. I'm in the mood to just say "I'm sad" and leave it at that. I'll probably leave the link on my site for a while...then delete it while nobody is looking. I hope everybody is having a good summer...I actually haven't heard from many people...at least not as many as I would have thought. It seems the summer has less activity that I originally thought. OH well. Also, if anybody is looking for a roommate, call me. Or if you know where I can get a job, let me know that too.

Currently listening to: "stick together" - kottonmouth kings

im tired

I knew a lot of nerds in High School.

Guess what? They're still nerds in College.

The curious thing I just realized was this:

These guys have always been nerds. They will always be nerds. They will get the best jobs, still be nerds, hang out together, make lots of money, and ultimately get a chick. This is unfair.

I remember some nerdy-ass kids in elementary school walking around all nerdy and everything...acting like they were cool. But they weren't. Those were the kids who just walked past you and you were like "wow...what a dork" Yea, them.

Those same kids were the picked on ones that you felt bad for in middle school. But you never said anything because they were such nerds and..."they deserved it somehow"

Those SAME kids came to high school (sometimes with guns) and excelled in all their classes, got above average GPAs and somehow found eachother. They formed "nerd groups" These nerds dated eachother and hung out together. They didn't associate with non-nerds. All these nerds were accepted into great colleges and that's where they figured something out.

The nerds in college are the same nerds that went to elementary school with me, middle school with me, and high school with me. But now they are working hard, not just for nerdism, but for a "good job" when they get done. Curiously, I am working for the same thing. Does this make me a nerd? NO. What it does make me is competition. More than likely though, the nerd will get a better GPA, considering all the practice he had in high school. I didn't know what a GPA was in high school. So if we compete for the same job, he will be hired and I...will not.

I've realized that this is how the world after college works by observing my workplace. Here are the things I've observed:

1. They're all nerds (more than 85%).
2. They took over and don't even realize it.
3. They make lots of money.
4. They drive nice cars.

I am determined not to fail. I will succeed so that I can infiltrate this "nerd society." I will make lots of money. I will drive a nice car. I will not be a nerd.

There's a point when you just don't try to understand.
That's the point when you just throw up your hands.
You just give in to what's given
Stop trying to avoid the raindrops of sin
It's gonna happen no matter what
I'll bet you're wet even with luck
There's not escape
From under his cape
In the end we find out who's the man
So enjoy the soliutde while you can...

I love this DMX song. I think it's my favorite DMX song, in fact. I thought it was a pretty good show of his lyricism. He plays two different characters in a "dialogue" sort of...he talks to, what I interpret to be, the devil...and at the end, asks Jesus to help dispell temptation. Check it out:

The red lines are spoken by the devil, the black lines are DMX. (Actually both are DMX, but as I said before, he is "playing" the part of the devil as well as himself.)


Hey yo D, it's your nigga D
Uh-huh
What the fuck, you forgot about me?
You've been eatin real good lately
Didn't get a shout out on your last album, what you hate me?
Arrrf
Thought I was your dog
Thought I was your nigga that let you see it all through the fog
Arrrf
Said I was your mans and them
And any problem that you had I would handle them
Aiyyo dog it's like this, I fuck with you lightly
Cause I knew if I fucked with you too deep you'd bite me
Get mad at me, send niggaz wantin to fight me
Whole time you fucked with me you didn't like me
Oh where you hear that?
Pssh, niggaz talk
Plus you know how shit flow in New York
Walls have ears, buildings heard
Supposed to be shhhhhh but still the word

[Chorus]
Everywhere that I go, everything that I see
Every place that I touch I feel him fuckin with me
I'm gonna fly
Why you lie? Told me it was Ryde or Die
I'm gonna fly
Eye for an eye - what happened to my piece of the pie?

[Verse Two]
Now dog, you know me better than that
I could put you ahead of the pack, instead of the back
I could have niggaz sellin tapes, instead of the crack
Could have niggaz fallin down, with lead in they back
Ain't much that I can't do when I want to
I don't really need you, nigga fuck you
WHAT?!
Nah I'm just playin, got a wife and kids
Little Dame ain't come across dem triflin kid
Yo what you mean by that?
Mean by what?
Youse a grimy nigga f'real, I see whassup
I don't even know why I fucked with you from the door
Cause you know I could give you what you wanted and more
I coulda got it from him
But you woulda had to wait
But I wouldn't have to wait
C'mon, don't hate
What happened to the right hand, Light Man?
Nah that's Dark Man
Well let's get it right then

[Chorus]

[Verse Three]
Now I see for who you are, it's like I know you
So I can't trust you as far as I can throw you
Oh you, don't know you are the reason
that I go through what I go through, let me show you
Didn't I promise you a Benz, Lots of friends
Countless pairs of Timbs? endless ends?
But what did it cost me?
My life to be taken softly, man BACK THE FUCK UP OFF ME
Don't fuck with me like that when I fuck witchu like this
Don't come at me like that when you know that you might miss
Go on about your business
Any cat you send my way, ain't gon' be no witness
LORD JESUS
C'mon dog, look who you're fuckin
PLEASE HELP ME
Whassup dog? Man you buggin
KEEP THE DEVIL
Thug life, thought we were tight
OUT OF MY LIFE
I'll be back aight? Psych

Camping is badass. Check this out: I used to go camping with my parents when they went. But then I figured this out: Camping with your parents is like...spending a whole weekend with them. You can't get away from them. You're with them 24 hours for those days! Why would I want to do that? At least when we're at home, I could get go to my room, or even to a friend's house...but camping...there's nowhere to go. You're stuck in the wilderness with your parents for 2 or more days out of the week. Why would I subject myself to this kind of torture? I DON'T KNOW! It's not that I don't like my parents, they're great. It's just that spending more than 1 whole day with them can result in some pretty violent arguments about...pretty much anything! So, once I figured this fact out, I decided not to go with them anymore...and for the rest of the time that I lived there...this decision worked out pretty well for me. They went camping, I stayed home. It provided a chance for both parties to enjoy time away from the other. I know they enjoyed being away from me...and I enjoyed the solitude of a parentless house.

Now that I've moved out, I'm sure camping with my parents wouldn't be so bad, taking into account the lack of quality time we spend together these days...but alas...camping w/ them is a thing of the past. All I can do is look back on those experiences and appreciate them for the things they taught me...none of which I can recall at the moment...but I'm sure there was something good I learned. In all seriousness, I remember having a lot of fun camping when I was young. I just grew out of camping with my parents. Maybe it's just a personal issue that nobody else has experienced. I doubt it though.

Now that I'm out of the house and anxious to get out of town once in a while, camping has a new appeal: Camping with the boys. We're goin out in full force (not "full anal force" eric) to conquer the wilderness and set some shit on fire! But seriously, the camping trip this weekend is going to be an experience that we never thought possible when we were young...and I'm sure there'll be some nature included too. Just the thought of being out in the middle of nature: Peeing on trees or in bushes, OWNing our own fire, sleeping under the stars, cooking our own hardcore camp food (probably hotdogs and sandwiches, but...whatever - still hardcore) and doing whatever the hell we want because...WE'RE IN THE MIDDLE OF NOWHERE...is awesome! I can't wait cuz it's gonna be the "sperience" of a lifetime...well, probably not, because I'm sure we'll do it again. But it will definitely be an experience...to say the least.

I would say that there will be a follow up post about how the trip went...but I won't because I always say there will be a follow up post about...whatever...and I never really follow through. So this time I say: Have some great camping experiences of your own, and we'll have ours. If you ever get a chance, ask me how it went and I'll tell you. Also, hope that I don't get attacked by a bear or anything (I don't want PETA all over my ass if I have to headbutt any animals).

HOLLA!

"heat's been on..."

I know it's been entirely too long since my last substantial post...but I'm not even sure anybody reads my blog anymore...

I've been working full time and that kicks my ass...

After work I just play video games...

Pretty much this is my life nowadays...I'm thinking of getting a second job to keep me busy after this job. I don't have much to do after work so...

I'm thinking of working at Staples - They've got that.

I love office supplies.

There's someplace I wanna be,
That's too far away to be reachable.
But somehow I'll get there.
Is this false hope?
Or determination?
I can't say for myself.
But who is qualified to judge?

Maybe I won't have to go.
Maybe it will come to me.
I'll just wait.
Then I'll be just where I want to be.

Currently Listening To: "Straight Outta Compton" - NWA

When I look into the sunset
I can see my future
I know that's cliche
More than you know
but it applies so I can say it
like the air around me
I'm breathing
but it's life that comes out
not CO2
I have this gift
but I don't know how to use it
I feel so...confused and vulnerable
everybody can see me mess up
everybody can laugh if I stand here long enough
but once I figure it out
I'll be envied
I'll be wanted
I'll be so fly
I'll be superman

I'm FINALLY done with school. Finals kicked my ass, but I am so, so ready for these 4 months of freedom. I feel there is so much that I can finally do...I can re-organized my CD collection (which I actually did last night) I can...uh, well I'm sure I'll figure out some more stuff to do this summer. HA!

I was planning on moving out of my current residence this weekend, but plans have changed...well, plans have been delayed is more like it. I was going to move back to my mom's for a few months until I could find a place...but honestly, I don't think that my parents could deal with having me around anymore. I pretty much do what I want lately, I play loud music, come home late, take showers at 2:00 in the morning...I don't even think about these things...but I'm sure my mom wouldn't appreciate ICP at 2:00 in the morning. I'm staying at my house for a little longer...about 2 more months. Then I'm moving out...though I'm not sure where yet. Anyway, it will be cool, I'm not rushed to do anything. I have about a month to chill before my summer class starts.

Also, my roommate drinks chocolate water. I guess there was no milk, so she put the chocolate syrup in water - chocolate water. That's gross.

Living in Las Cruces isn't as bad as a lot of people say. I, for one, love it here. People always tell me: "it sucks here, come up with at least one reason why living here is cool" And for those people, I have this picture:


Picture taken by Mike Lowinske


It's beautiful here.




This picture will be taken down in a couple of days because it's HUGE and it takes up too much space on my blog. I just wanted you skeptics to see this...

Amityville Horror is, byfar, the scariest movie I have ever seen. I'm so serious. I almost peed. There was all types of demons running around and shit, making this dude go crazy, scarin the kids...

I really love scary movies, but most don't ACTUALLY scare me. This one had me jumping all crazy and freakin out at every shadow when I came out. I swear this is the one scary movie that beats all other scary movies. Seriously, this is the scary movie to have on hand. I'm buyin this one when it comes out on DVD for sure! If you haven't already seen it...do it. You won't regret it...unless you have a heart condition. Then you might die...but it's cool though, because you'll go out watching a kick-ass movie.

Currently Listening to: "Rollin'" - Limp Bizkit

Game Review Time:

Midnight club 3: Dub Edition came out last last Wednesday, but being the super sneaky and intuitive ninja that I am, I got it a day early. I felt pretty privileged to be the ONLY one in LC to have this game at that time. Anyway, it has subsequently taken over my life. I'm sure I would have found some other idle distraction to keep me from my homework, but this game is my current excuse. I swear this is the best racing game on the market...all you GT4 addicts can just keep your "realism" comments to yourself. If I wanted pure realism I wouldn't be playing video games now would I? Plus GT4 has a SUPER realistic damage engine now doesn't it...OH WAIT - THERE IS NO DAMAGE IN GT4!!!! Well, that doesn't seem to realistic to me. BUT ANYWAY, I've said little about MC3DE. DUB magazine worked with Rockstar on this one to create the most entertaining and fully customizeable racer out right now. Dub adds all the details and options to cars that you could ever want. I don't think there is a part on a car that I have wanted to change, but couldn't...because I can change EVERYTHING. MC3 gives you the option of buying and selling cars, customizing them, and making a profit, racing for money and cars...and everything in both previous Midnight Club games...and more! Every car is fully customizable - Here is a breakdown of what you can change on just about EVERY car:

• paint color
• paint type (matte, gloss, metallic, pearlescent, color shift)
• window tint and color
• rim color (chrome, gold, yellow, blue, red, green...etc.)
• brake caliper color
• exhaust pipe color
• trim color
• nitrous emission color
• neon color
• neon flash option
• window decals
• window decal color
• vinyl decals
• vinyl decal color
• license plate letters
• license plate state
• license plate year
• body kits
• lift kits
• a billion different rim choices
• rim size
• ride height
• hoods
• carbon fiber options
• chop top options
• motorcycle rider
• motorcycle rider outfits
• engine enhancements
• much more I can't even think of right now

There is so much to do in this version. There are optional city races you can do for fun or extra cash. The character races return, where you can flash your lights at a potential opponent and go to a race point to start. A new edition to this game are tournaments where the prize is a vehicle and a large amount of cash. There are also "car exclusive" races that you may only enter if you are driving a: luxury vehicle, sport bike, truck or turner, respectively. This game is so cool. I've been playing for two weeks in lieu of homework, logged 20+ hours and STILL am only around 50% complete. BUY THIS GAME.

How do you get there? I dunno...google it. What the hell is THAT? Beats me, I'll google it. Who the F is this guy? Ummm, we'll google him and find out.

I believe that pretty soon, the word "google" will become synonymous with "search." Google also means "to look for answers" In the future teachers will say: "I want you to google a topic and write about it." or kids will go on a "scavenger google." When somebody is lost in the mountains, the government will send out a "google and rescue team." If you're trapped in a cave you will try to "google a way out" You'll be able to "google for gold" "google for your path in life" and even "google for your long lost brother"

I even think other search engines will crumble under the pressure of trying to be like google. Pretty soon "search engine" will become "google engine" and then Google.com will become a "google google engine" I think google's great so I'm not opposed to google taking over the world (if it comes to that) but if you're opposed, you may need to "google for a different country to live in"

I love this office life. I think I was born for this. When somebody hands me a letter and a stack of enclosures and says "only this CC needs an enclosure so make copies in that order with the PDF CDs as enclosure three and the legal pages underneath. Make sure you certify that original doc and send another copy of the PDF file to the distribution list" I almost pass out. I love this whole paper pushing atmosphere...and I realize that isn't normal. I know I've said before that I love the office supplies, networking and flourescent lighting but...everything here is so...ordered, so organized. I love it. I was made for this.

I never realized how hard it is to achieve bliss. The simple pleasures in life are lost when school is your mother, your brother and your boss. School dictates your life and you can't even post...I can't even post...I can't even see. Past these books is a stack of work. Past the work is my laptop, filled with blank word documents waiting to be filled. WHERE AM I? lost in this blizzard of homework and studying for tests that won't ever matter after this semester and the impact they may have on the almighty "GPA" School has taken over my mind...I'm struggling with the concept...but I have an idea that if I relax and accept the parasite...it will be much easier to turn into whatever it wants me to be. I will become the studying, writing, calculating, analyzing student that I've forever shunned. My existence will become important only to one thing: serve and complete. I will graduate. I will succeed. But here's where my mind wraps around itself looking for an answer that isn't even there: If I succeed at something that changed me in the process, have I succeeded, or have my goals shifted?

Maybe when I graduate I'll make more sense.

Currently Listening to: "Indecisive" - Chimaria

Figure 1

This weekend..

DICK WAS NAIRED!

Can you belive it? I got pictures to prove it. He didn't want to because he thought it might make him gay, but we convinced him that it was super sexy and all the ladies would love it. He finally consented and we presented him with two types of Nair, one to try on each leg. On the right leg, as seen in figure 1, is the "Nair foam" a new type of hair removal foam that works like the lotion...except that it's foam. Foam is a fun word to say. FOAM. On the left leg you can see the original Nair lotion. Both Nairs worked extremely well considering the copious amount of ape hair that was attached to Dick's legs. I can't even believe it all came off. FOAM. (ha! that's just fun to say) Anyway, that's what happened. Then all the girls started jumping on him, and he died of suffocation.


Figure 1 and...a half, kind of

Currently Listening to: "What's Golden" - Jurrassic 5