Why don't you and I bust on through the Tunnel of Love and get hitched at The Little White Wedding Chapel in Vegas baby. We'll coast across the street to Taco Bell and I'll buy us some soft shelled taco supremes and two caramel apple empanadas. I'll drive up on the hillside, then pull out my cell phone and request a song on the radio that you haven't heard in years. We will step outside and slow dance. Neither of us will speak; then you'll start to slowly sing along with the music. We'll melt into each other and end up on the ground.
Has anyone ever watched the cop show Homicide: Life on the Street? My dad and I used to watch it together. We'd reference it all the time while we played ping pong, like "What are you gonna do? Read me my rights? *BANG*" The writing is excellent and the characters are perfection. My sister got me season 1 and 2 for my bday a while back. I've watched those so I'm about to dive into season 3 and it will become “my show.”
I have this John Lennon shirt I wear a lot. People say I look like him, when it used to always be Dustin Hoffman. I think I might have grown out of The Graduate look, but my friend Melanie says I will have that face forever. Who knows. If my look has changed I wonder which icon I will morph into next.
Everything is going to be all right. I'm in the library checking out 1984 and Brave New World. If anyone knows anything about these books I wish they would tell me because I have a class discussion on them tomorrow. My teacher wasn't very happy that I skipped yesterday. I sent her an email saying I'd be a better student. She replied saying she expects me to participate more, so I am going to need something to say tomorrow. Anyone have a discussion comment present for me?
What if I said something like, "Man one time I was at this String Cheese concert, and yo I was tripping gnarly hard. Nuff said. And, yeah, that Big Brother is a bummer man. But no worries, just pop some skittles and burn the day away." Would that count as participation?
The colder seasons have been bringing me large infestations of nose goblins on a daily basis. I normally shoot out a good amount of hardened mucus in the shower, and then blow my nose later in the day. It's great exercise. I have noticed blowing snot into a tissue has a major disadvantage compared to, let's say, picking your nose. Blowing exponentially increases the chance that a booger might get caught in my nose hairs. Visible boogs in the nostrils is one of the more socially unacceptable traits a person can have. I'd say smelling like poo is the worst. (I know from experience. *Debbie Downer noise*) So for the sake of staying cool I suggest ya'll do your best to smell good, and don't be afraid pick and flick. Or, for the true ladies' men out there, find and dine.
About Tyra Banks. Well, I guess she is just working off of the insane amount of power Oprah has. I was just walking through Emory's business school and the class quote of the 2006 graduates was from Oprah. I haven't seen much of Tyra's talk show. I know she screams a lot and gets crazy about giving shit away. In my linguistics class we read an article about how Oprah, Tyra, and Grey's Anatomy were all involved in an effort to coin a new name for a lady's mysterious parts. Their word "vajayjay" has spread across pop culture and can now be found in Merriam-Webster's Open Dictionary. It takes a lot of authority to rename something that a lot of people already have. Let me try to make a new word for the man member. How about "jizzywangsexbaton?"
I have got a plan. This morning, for the second time in the last year, I had a plane ticket on an overbooked flight and gave up my seat for compensation. Instead of going straight to Atlanta and arriving in plenty of time to go to Monday class, I boarded a flight to Dallas and earned myself 400 Delta dollars. Cha Ching! I now have 800 bucks worth of vouchers. I plan on using them for a post graduation Eurotrip! I have never in all my 22 years been outside of the US. I'm getting pretty sick of school, scraping bits of knowledge out of the same mundane professor-student-university grade game. I know some people are motivated and can get the most out of their classes, but if I decide I could be having more fun doing something else I normally take every excuse to scam the system. I'm constantly considering how many absences I can get away with, or how long I can wait before a late paper becomes way too late. Do I put three days of hard work into an essay and hope to turn an A? Or do I write the thing in three hours and shoot a solid B? Like I said, I'm sick of this game. This semester is uniquely worse because I'm not taking any writing workshops. When I am I usually improve my wizard kid skills week by week, and can laugh off my other courses. Without a stronghold my scholaring has turned ugly. My grades are all pretty poor. I blame one class in particular for meakening my spirit.
Okay, so remember when I said I found God and had become spiritually enlightened? Well that was true. I was praying for love and things were clicking. Then my first day in my Irish Modernism class totally dismantled my brainwashing. We received a handout with a quote on it that said, "There is no place in literature for a live man, active and solid." The rest of the class is about paralysis in the face of starvation. So I'm like shiiiiiiit. This stuff broke me down so hard. One day we read The Love song of J. Alfred Prufrock and I truly could not move. I couldn't lift a hand to answer and definitely couldn't move my mouth to speak. That's the bottom of the well feeling I spoke of. The stuff seeps through the cracks in my skin. When it gets in there something has to be pushed out. If I was in touch with a creative outlet maybe that would have done the job, but instead, with a hand from booze, I found myself waving goodbye to God. Don't worry. He is on his way back as we speak. Anyways, my plan to make a run at Europe is my golden ticket. It will be my motivation to finish out the semester strong. If that doesn't happen graduation could be put off and, well, that would be disappointing for all. So I say to you good people, cool beans. Cool beans. Cool cool beans.
Feels pretty good to be alive today. I'm in my own room in Omaha where it is nice and toasty all Sunday long. My dad just made me a Bagel-Egg, which has been my favorite breakfast meal for probably at least eight years. You take a bagel, any kind, usually everything, onion, plain, blueberry, or maybe even egg and toast it. Slap some cream cheese on there and plop one or two eggs over easy on top. It is hella delish.
I got to hang out with some of my favorite Omahans again on the last night of Thanksgiving Party 2007. I was brewing at Chris' place where Ben and friends were all in the holiday spirit. One friend, let's call him Dan, was extra buzzed and the life of the party. He told a story about how he was once on the floor staring at a light during an acid trip and envisioned colorful stars shooting down on him. Some rolled their eyes. Then he mentioned how much the following days sucked bc they lacked similar psychedelic experiences. The way he described this caught my ear. He said something about the happiness you get from creating this sort of occurrence. It could be anything, but when you make something, real, imaginary, drug influenced or misguided, and allow yourself to become mesmerized by it you can enjoy it for what is it and be happy. I don't know why I forget this bit of life philosophy because I've made this discovery before. We can all recognize the importance of strength and courage and how essential statements and expression are to the human spirit. As said two blogs back, my spirit has lulled and the reason is my stubborn will to resist creation. You'll be happy to know at this moment I've got the brass to boot myself in the rear and embrace my write for life. Now don't that just beat all.
I'm out of Nebraska at 7 AM tomorrow. I wish my stay was longer, but it was a pleasure and I will be back soon. Jeff and his beard said something about the state of WandyTeeth. I don't know what it was but it sounded like he might pull the plug on the site and sell it for cheesecake money. I don't think we will have that. I am going to have a grand old time carrying WT on my back for the next 27 days! America!!
This one goes out to the Nebraska debate circuit. I partied with Dylan and Sam from Fremont, my ultra rivals in high school, last night and it was blastastic. We played this drinking game called "Hu-ahh!" – like the sound Al Pacino impersonators make. It'd be tough to sort out all of the rules on here but I can tell you that the game involves people gathering in a circle and one at a time making one of five noises with a corresponding arm motion. Other noises include "Hondo," "Ohm," "Quambo," and "Catamunga." -- Of all the places I have lost touch with, like my sense of humor and self respect, I have remained involved with debate going all the way back to sophomore year at Westside High. Being unemployed helps. When I'm low on funds for beer and potato chips I sign up to judge a debate tournament. Not only does debate bring in my primary source of income, but I'm lucky because the Georgia area is packed with debate talent. I am able to learn a lot from the children, and at a high speed. Db8 rocks your mind. I will die a fat beardy debate coach. In the near future I might join the Peace Corps. More on that later.
I only had one for sure plan of what I wanted to do while home during this mini break. And wouldn't you know I've done it twice already, and that is see No Country for Old Men. The Cohen Bros are movie lover favorites. Their newest film is trying to become their best yet. As of this morning NCOM has moved all the way up to #35 of all time on imdb.com, but damn if it ain't yet shown up at the box office. I only have a few things to say about the movie. The bad guy in it isn't a person at all but Death personified as a dude with a bad haircut. He is one of the main characters but he isn't necessarily tied to any of the events in the story. His purpose is merely to serve as the executioner, or equalizer. I liked the movie a little better the second time around. It seemed shorter and I think I actually kept up with most of the mysteriousness. Go see it and we can discuss! It's a little tricky. A thinker for sure.
Keep the party going Thanksgiving 2007! Holla at me.