Jesus H. man! Do you ever discover songs at certain points in your life where you just listen to them over and over and over again? You know that in a few weeks the song will be sucked dry of all of its meaning to you, and it won't be the same at all; but that doesn't matter at all, because you just want to take as much out of it as you humanly can, and by that I mean listening to it over and over and over again.
Well, I've listened to this song about 8 times today! And I could have just not listened to it until I bought it...but I'm going to take as much out of it as I can now instead.
Saturday, March 20, 2010
Monday, March 15, 2010
Thursday, March 11, 2010
Thursday, March 4, 2010
Saturday, February 27, 2010
I was just sitting in bed after waking up from a nap, listening to Bob Dylan's John Wesley Harding right after a friend just flaked out on me. We had made plans the day before, then he just notified me that "Oh, I totally forgot about that. We'll do that some other time." And it's not like me listening to Bob Dylan's John Wesley Harding is me crying in my pillow. I just woke up from a nap. Those times are the best to just sit still and look out the window--especially accompanied by some Bobby D. And it also was a chance to get over the brackish, bitter taste in my mind.
I think I value friendship too much, I value the connections between myself and other people, to the point where it just leads to some sort of downfall. It's really a paradox of sorts; ironic. I don't know which one it would be, a paradox or irony. Both, I suppose. It just seems that I hold certain things to high. I hold someone saying "Let's do something soon" as absolute truth, and we'll do something. But maybe I should take it with a grain of salt and realize that that is just what people say. It's in their nature of conversation, and really doesn't mean what it means.
Or maybe I just have bad friends.
I think I value friendship too much, I value the connections between myself and other people, to the point where it just leads to some sort of downfall. It's really a paradox of sorts; ironic. I don't know which one it would be, a paradox or irony. Both, I suppose. It just seems that I hold certain things to high. I hold someone saying "Let's do something soon" as absolute truth, and we'll do something. But maybe I should take it with a grain of salt and realize that that is just what people say. It's in their nature of conversation, and really doesn't mean what it means.
Or maybe I just have bad friends.
Thursday, February 25, 2010
Sometimes, I cough so hard I practically gag. It's embarrassing. I don't know what makes me do it--maybe walking too fast, coughing too hard (oh and by the way it usually happens after eating)--but it gets to the point when I'm just embarrassed to cough now. I mean, how weird would you think it would be if you saw some person cough twice normally, and then cough again and he basically gags? It's disgusting. I almost puke.
On a side note, I once made a list of the synonyms of the word "puke." I seriously came up with about 20. Ralph, yack, blow chunks. I did it in middle school, with Graham Johnson. You must remember him, Noah?
He's a kind of person I like. I used to be buddies with him, but during high school I never ever saw him, at least in the sort of way where I could keep up our friendship. But everytime I saw him, he would say hi. And I admire that about him. I mean, it sometimes got excessive (after seeing him like 10 times in the span of an hour, saying hi everytime. But anyways, I admire Graham for always saying hi. I've met too many people, that if I have a conversation with them, if I see them passing by later on they'll fail to say "hi"--even fail to acknowledge that they know me. Just like strangers.
Have you ever noticed, too, how silly it looks when people are in dead sprints in all of their winter clothes? Actually, sometimes it's just silly to see certain people sprint. I usually sit in the library at this spot where I can see people outside walking, and I sometimes see, at like 11:31 (classes start at 11:30) people sprinting to class. They just look silly.
A couple years ago I was in the car with my dad, and we were going to the post office. We were in a huge rush, as the post office closed at a certain time, and my dad needed this letter to get into the mail. So we parked at the post office, and he got out and ran up to the door. And at that moment, I was thinking, "This is the first time I've ever seen my dad run." It's absurd, of course, that it could have even been the first time I'd seen him run; of course I'd seen him run before. It's just I couldn't recall a memory of him doing that. And for some reason it just made me really sad, like I wanted to cry.
And if you think in terms of that, what about that point of time where you don't run again in your life. Not a physical ailment, just growing old. You cross a threshold, and from that point on, it's "I'm never going to run again." It's, "The person I see in front of me is never going to run in his or her life again."
Anyways, I was just (I just misspelled that word as juts, since when is "juts" a word? Well, I guess, "the cliff juts out at an angle." Never mind then.) in the cafeteria and this guy was laughing a couple tables away from me. Now, he didn't have an annoying laugh--if he did, I'd have chucked my tray against the wall--but still, it was just as annoying. His laugh was completely normal, and maybe that's what bothered me about it. Maybe it's just because normal laughs are heard in short bursts, not in long intervals like this guy was cracking up about.
Oh, and by the way, I could hear he was laughing about something math related.
On a side note, I once made a list of the synonyms of the word "puke." I seriously came up with about 20. Ralph, yack, blow chunks. I did it in middle school, with Graham Johnson. You must remember him, Noah?
He's a kind of person I like. I used to be buddies with him, but during high school I never ever saw him, at least in the sort of way where I could keep up our friendship. But everytime I saw him, he would say hi. And I admire that about him. I mean, it sometimes got excessive (after seeing him like 10 times in the span of an hour, saying hi everytime. But anyways, I admire Graham for always saying hi. I've met too many people, that if I have a conversation with them, if I see them passing by later on they'll fail to say "hi"--even fail to acknowledge that they know me. Just like strangers.
Have you ever noticed, too, how silly it looks when people are in dead sprints in all of their winter clothes? Actually, sometimes it's just silly to see certain people sprint. I usually sit in the library at this spot where I can see people outside walking, and I sometimes see, at like 11:31 (classes start at 11:30) people sprinting to class. They just look silly.
A couple years ago I was in the car with my dad, and we were going to the post office. We were in a huge rush, as the post office closed at a certain time, and my dad needed this letter to get into the mail. So we parked at the post office, and he got out and ran up to the door. And at that moment, I was thinking, "This is the first time I've ever seen my dad run." It's absurd, of course, that it could have even been the first time I'd seen him run; of course I'd seen him run before. It's just I couldn't recall a memory of him doing that. And for some reason it just made me really sad, like I wanted to cry.
And if you think in terms of that, what about that point of time where you don't run again in your life. Not a physical ailment, just growing old. You cross a threshold, and from that point on, it's "I'm never going to run again." It's, "The person I see in front of me is never going to run in his or her life again."
Anyways, I was just (I just misspelled that word as juts, since when is "juts" a word? Well, I guess, "the cliff juts out at an angle." Never mind then.) in the cafeteria and this guy was laughing a couple tables away from me. Now, he didn't have an annoying laugh--if he did, I'd have chucked my tray against the wall--but still, it was just as annoying. His laugh was completely normal, and maybe that's what bothered me about it. Maybe it's just because normal laughs are heard in short bursts, not in long intervals like this guy was cracking up about.
Oh, and by the way, I could hear he was laughing about something math related.
Sunday, February 21, 2010
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