Saturday, September 29, 2007
Saturday, the 29th.
It’s a strange feeling that you get, when you’re someplace that you’ve been before, but not quite. Yes, it’s the same, or at least, feels the same. It’s a Saturday morning, the books are on the bookshelf, and the soft autumn sunlight is falling upon the pillows. But it’s not the same. It’s different because this isn’t where it was last time. This is here. Now. Now she is at work, and I am here, left to think, left to read, left to let my mind wander. Wander to where? To a place where this day lasts a lifetime and these bittersweet feelings are my everyday companions? To a place where our voices utter exactly what we mean to say the first time? To the future, which is filled only with delusions and hopes, fears and desires? No, my mind cannot wander down those hallways, because it will always return to me here, empty handed, to realize that none of that matters. What matters is that I am here, looking out the window and hearing the cars go by, and that I would give absolutely anything to become the man that can say exactly what he means without sounding foolish. It astounds me that I have felt the overwhelming need to write when it seems that I have absolutely nothing to say.
Friday, September 21, 2007
Working in the computer lab, much cooler.
So I'm here. Working. I'm bored out of my mind. Well, not completely bored out of my mind, but kind of bored. I still have my mind, is what I'm trying to say. To prove it to all of you, I will write this creative story:
"Jack and Jill went up the hill to fetch a pail of water
Jack fell down and broke his crown
And Jill came tumbling after.
Up got Jack, and home did trot As fast as he could caper
He went to bed and bound his head
With vinegar and brown paper."
-Children's nursery rhyme, 1795
Jack hated his sister, Jill. She was always following him around, wasting his time and asking him stupid questions. Just because he was older didn't mean she had to annoy him every waking hour, did it? If he took a walk, she had to take a walk. If he wanted some cereal, she would want cereal. If he wanted to ride his bike, she wanted to ride her bike. And so on and so forth. It was almost getting to the point that her bowel movements were timed to his. Sounds ridiculous, doesn't it? It was, and that is precisely what got Jack so fired up in the first place.
Jack decided to talk to his father, Captain Daniel Spriggs, about this predicament, but he had to wait until he came back from one of his expeditions. You see, Jack's father was a famous captain of the flag ship "Debunker" It was a silly name for a ship, but it happened to undergo some very serious expeditions, such as hunting for pirates, killing pirates, recruiting pirate navigator to find secret pirate ports, and transporting the King's favorite pipe tobacco.
Jack had to wait for quite a while, since this particular trip was taking his father longer than usual. Little did he know that his father was actually a pirate himself, and hid this from the King (and his family) by killing his entire crew of imperial soldiers each trip and replacing them with pirates. Thus he would spread the pirate influence all around the globe, while simply telling his friends back home that his crew were just transferred to another port. There is no logical explanation for how he pulled this off for over 20 years, but apparently the local populace was not too bright.
During this time, Jack was constantly being annoyed by Jill. She even began to time sneezes and yawns perfectly to the ones emitted by Jack. Jack knew that younger siblings could copy their older brothers or sisters, but this had to be indicative of some type of personality or identity disorder! Once his father was done pillaging a tropical port about 400 miles away, he returned to the humble port town from whence he came to spend time with his family. Of course, Jack was waiting for him.
"Father!" Jack moaned as his rapscallion of a paternal figure strode up the front walk, "Jill won't stop copying my actions! It's really annoying!" Jack said this while flailing his arms wildly around his head. This whole experience with Jill had definitely turned him into a real loony. His father realized this, and, in order to help out his lunatic son, gave Jack a chore. "Jack, can you go up to our faucet on top of the hill in our backyard and fill up this pail?" Jack looked up at his father in exasperation, wondering why the hell his father wanted a pail full of water, or why he wouldn't answer his question. However, children were more obedient back in these times, so off Jack went, to fetch a pail of water. "weird kid." his father muttered as he counted his pirate booty.
Jill was inside, actually minding her own business for once, when she noticed Jack outside, walking towards the gigantic hill with the "family pail" in his hand. "Hmm..." she thought. "I wonder where that brother of mine is going? I think I'll follow him and then scare him! That would be funny!" So she grabbed her favorite doll, Milly, and ran out the back door, already giggling at the thought of what she was about to do.
Meanwhile, Jack was in a very grumpy mood as he hauled the family pail up the hill. Why did he have to complete this stupid chore? It didn't make any sense to him, and only made him even more ornery. He was thinking about how angry he was at the whole situation when he breached the hill. He lowered his pail into the porcelain faucet and began filling it with clean water. He finished his task and turned to walk back down the hill. As he was about to walk down, Jill popped up behind a mulberry bush and screamed "Hey, Jack! I want to walk with you, too!" while waving her arms around madly, as she has been seeing Jack do lately. Little does she know that her annoyances have caused this strange quirk, and her repeating it only makes it worse. Jack is caught off guard and suddenly falls off the side of the hill, and begins to gain momentum as his body flops wildly as a rag doll. Jill thought this looked really entertaining, so she fell after him. Jack hit the bottom and realized that he had just received a minor skull fracture, and began to cry.
Then Jill hit the bottom.
Her legs were thrown awkwardly to the side, and her head lolled unevenly onto the ground. Jack slowly got to his feet and examined his sister, to find that she had broken her spine in several places, and had no pulse. His tears immediately dried up, and he began to laugh, dancing in a circle around his antagonist's corpse. He began to scream, "Daddy knew what he was doing! Daddy knew what he was doing!" at the top of his lungs, all the while dancing like a madman.
His father looked out of the study window and noticed his son dancing around the crumpled body of his daughter. "Weird kids? Fucked up kids is more like it." He exclaimed, and lit his pipe.
THE END
now i know that the generally accepted history of this nursery rhyme is that Jack was Louis XVI, and that Jill was Queen Marie Antoinette, but this is so much better. See? I haven't lost my mind at all.
"Jack and Jill went up the hill to fetch a pail of water
Jack fell down and broke his crown
And Jill came tumbling after.
Up got Jack, and home did trot As fast as he could caper
He went to bed and bound his head
With vinegar and brown paper."
-Children's nursery rhyme, 1795
Jack hated his sister, Jill. She was always following him around, wasting his time and asking him stupid questions. Just because he was older didn't mean she had to annoy him every waking hour, did it? If he took a walk, she had to take a walk. If he wanted some cereal, she would want cereal. If he wanted to ride his bike, she wanted to ride her bike. And so on and so forth. It was almost getting to the point that her bowel movements were timed to his. Sounds ridiculous, doesn't it? It was, and that is precisely what got Jack so fired up in the first place.
Jack decided to talk to his father, Captain Daniel Spriggs, about this predicament, but he had to wait until he came back from one of his expeditions. You see, Jack's father was a famous captain of the flag ship "Debunker" It was a silly name for a ship, but it happened to undergo some very serious expeditions, such as hunting for pirates, killing pirates, recruiting pirate navigator to find secret pirate ports, and transporting the King's favorite pipe tobacco.
Jack had to wait for quite a while, since this particular trip was taking his father longer than usual. Little did he know that his father was actually a pirate himself, and hid this from the King (and his family) by killing his entire crew of imperial soldiers each trip and replacing them with pirates. Thus he would spread the pirate influence all around the globe, while simply telling his friends back home that his crew were just transferred to another port. There is no logical explanation for how he pulled this off for over 20 years, but apparently the local populace was not too bright.
During this time, Jack was constantly being annoyed by Jill. She even began to time sneezes and yawns perfectly to the ones emitted by Jack. Jack knew that younger siblings could copy their older brothers or sisters, but this had to be indicative of some type of personality or identity disorder! Once his father was done pillaging a tropical port about 400 miles away, he returned to the humble port town from whence he came to spend time with his family. Of course, Jack was waiting for him.
"Father!" Jack moaned as his rapscallion of a paternal figure strode up the front walk, "Jill won't stop copying my actions! It's really annoying!" Jack said this while flailing his arms wildly around his head. This whole experience with Jill had definitely turned him into a real loony. His father realized this, and, in order to help out his lunatic son, gave Jack a chore. "Jack, can you go up to our faucet on top of the hill in our backyard and fill up this pail?" Jack looked up at his father in exasperation, wondering why the hell his father wanted a pail full of water, or why he wouldn't answer his question. However, children were more obedient back in these times, so off Jack went, to fetch a pail of water. "weird kid." his father muttered as he counted his pirate booty.
Jill was inside, actually minding her own business for once, when she noticed Jack outside, walking towards the gigantic hill with the "family pail" in his hand. "Hmm..." she thought. "I wonder where that brother of mine is going? I think I'll follow him and then scare him! That would be funny!" So she grabbed her favorite doll, Milly, and ran out the back door, already giggling at the thought of what she was about to do.
Meanwhile, Jack was in a very grumpy mood as he hauled the family pail up the hill. Why did he have to complete this stupid chore? It didn't make any sense to him, and only made him even more ornery. He was thinking about how angry he was at the whole situation when he breached the hill. He lowered his pail into the porcelain faucet and began filling it with clean water. He finished his task and turned to walk back down the hill. As he was about to walk down, Jill popped up behind a mulberry bush and screamed "Hey, Jack! I want to walk with you, too!" while waving her arms around madly, as she has been seeing Jack do lately. Little does she know that her annoyances have caused this strange quirk, and her repeating it only makes it worse. Jack is caught off guard and suddenly falls off the side of the hill, and begins to gain momentum as his body flops wildly as a rag doll. Jill thought this looked really entertaining, so she fell after him. Jack hit the bottom and realized that he had just received a minor skull fracture, and began to cry.
Then Jill hit the bottom.
Her legs were thrown awkwardly to the side, and her head lolled unevenly onto the ground. Jack slowly got to his feet and examined his sister, to find that she had broken her spine in several places, and had no pulse. His tears immediately dried up, and he began to laugh, dancing in a circle around his antagonist's corpse. He began to scream, "Daddy knew what he was doing! Daddy knew what he was doing!" at the top of his lungs, all the while dancing like a madman.
His father looked out of the study window and noticed his son dancing around the crumpled body of his daughter. "Weird kids? Fucked up kids is more like it." He exclaimed, and lit his pipe.
THE END
now i know that the generally accepted history of this nursery rhyme is that Jack was Louis XVI, and that Jill was Queen Marie Antoinette, but this is so much better. See? I haven't lost my mind at all.
Thursday, September 20, 2007
Well hello
hey folks, just me saying hi. I have not updated this blog in a long time (almost a whole month, to be exact) and that's just too bad. There are a few people that actually read this to find out if I have been updating it or not, and most of the time I have not, so I'm giving them a little treat with this post. I guess. Well anyway, things are going pretty swell with me, at least as far as life goes. I've got a roommate now (Josh) and he's pretty cool. I also got a lot of new equipment for my mac, such as a harddrive and an MBox2 with protools. That means I should be cranking out some new tunes, but to say they will be awesome would be just guessing at this point. I'm actually writing this on Josh's 24 inch iMac, which is sweet, but not at the same time because my optical drive went to hell on my Macbook Pro, so it's getting fixed right now. A week without my mac is pretty sad, but I'll have to deal with it.
Want to know something else?
I've realized that my life is far too busy lately, so I've been taking measures to slowly settle it down, such as giving up student government. I'm currently the media diresctor for it, and that is eating most of my time, but here's the issue: Why the crap am I wasting my time away into an organizatin that I neither care about nor beling in? No one gives a rats about SGA, including me, so I don't know why I'm in it. Well, I do know why, it is due to the fact that I could just get recognition for my media work, and get publicity for my talent! How sickeningly prideful of me. Since realizing this, I have decided to cut it out of my life, it is not beneficial. However, there are other things that have been proving to be really beneficial for me, such as my relationship with Grace. She is such an amazing woman of God, and I'm still trying to figure out how this is working out so well. I know it's God's will, and it's awesome that he's helping us to grow together, but it's still beyond me. She is one of the few girls I have ever met that can actually capture my attention, and whom I can spend time with and not be bored out of my mind. It's great. Also, Greek is really awesome, although hard. It's great to be able to learn the language of the new testament, and I'm getting alright at translating it! It's crazy.
This weekend we were supposed to have a bonfire at my aunt's house, to hang out and spend time together as a big old family, but I got an email today that she is back in the hospital with an infection. That's not good. So if you guys want to lift my Aunt Sharyl up in prayer if you think of it, that would be cool. Thanks.
...
I guess...
that's it.
Want to know something else?
I've realized that my life is far too busy lately, so I've been taking measures to slowly settle it down, such as giving up student government. I'm currently the media diresctor for it, and that is eating most of my time, but here's the issue: Why the crap am I wasting my time away into an organizatin that I neither care about nor beling in? No one gives a rats about SGA, including me, so I don't know why I'm in it. Well, I do know why, it is due to the fact that I could just get recognition for my media work, and get publicity for my talent! How sickeningly prideful of me. Since realizing this, I have decided to cut it out of my life, it is not beneficial. However, there are other things that have been proving to be really beneficial for me, such as my relationship with Grace. She is such an amazing woman of God, and I'm still trying to figure out how this is working out so well. I know it's God's will, and it's awesome that he's helping us to grow together, but it's still beyond me. She is one of the few girls I have ever met that can actually capture my attention, and whom I can spend time with and not be bored out of my mind. It's great. Also, Greek is really awesome, although hard. It's great to be able to learn the language of the new testament, and I'm getting alright at translating it! It's crazy.
This weekend we were supposed to have a bonfire at my aunt's house, to hang out and spend time together as a big old family, but I got an email today that she is back in the hospital with an infection. That's not good. So if you guys want to lift my Aunt Sharyl up in prayer if you think of it, that would be cool. Thanks.
...
I guess...
that's it.
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