Couple Grammes of Soma

Backspacing ahhh, what power!

Remember dial-up handshakes? Haha, I used to always try and mimick the noise right along with it. Loging onto Prodigy. All the graphics were Pc-Paint. Not that there is anything at all wrong with dial-up, I just thought of the handshakes today.

What is more important, running water, or electricity?

Do you think penguins are trainable? I am very curious as to anyone who owns a trained penguin, that would be a sight to behold.

Thirty minutes looking for a Zebra F-402, and stil I can’t find one of my three!

A minute ago, I almost poured Cocoa Pebbles into my coffee maker. Yikes. That would of been interesting to drink.
Oh yea I put up some pictures

I attempt and fail. But that’s the reason Guinness is more readily available in multi-packs.
Goal: One day, I will be able to open a bottle on a flat surface by striking it with my palm and while not spilling the contents, catch the air born cap. In one smooth nonchalant motion.
I sit down to read Count of Monte Cristo, laying my eyes on a box of Chic-fil-a fries I say, “And don’t you look absolutely consumable darling? Yes indeed…”

“What happens to your new personality when you’re put under stress, tired, frustrated, or irritated?” Good point.

“Let the beauty of compassion show itself in your life as you serve others. Only your best behavior is good enough for daily living in the missionary home. Therefore, be determined to clothe yourselves with compassion.” Equally valid.

Sometimes people just put it so well. I love them for that.

It’s kind of funny how, having been through a situation in the past, it’s rather easy to call it what it is. But being in that same situation, it can be quite difficult to do the same. “Can’t see the forest for the trees.” Good friends tell their friends, and good friends listen.

I got a stealth space pen. Fisher Bullet Space Pen actually. But the black matte finish. I love it. I wish it was the fine point one. When I reorder ink for it I’ll get the fine point refill. It’s so smooooooooth. I still pen little, but now the process is that much more enjoyable.

So what is everyone doing over summer?

Ladytron is providing a lovely soundtrack for my morning.

People are where it’s at.

Monty Python is so awesome. What fun.

Have you ever been around someone with a strong accent or very unique manner of speech? I find that after spending sometime with one who has such a trait, my inner self adopts or mimicks their unique speech. It’s so funny. I’ll be talking to myself in a weird French accent all day. Or Spanish, or Jamaican, British, whatever. Odd duck.

I often scarcely avoid being rude. I hope.

Wooo-hoooo CAR TROUBLE!!!!

I want to play a game of Risk. Till super late at night. I’ve never played that game.

Twice I have succesfully told people I was bitting my tounge, and when they pressed me to just go ahead and say “it” I said something entirely different. Previously I had to keep silent for a prolong period or I would end up blurting out whatever it is. Now I’ll be the first to admit, I am likely the only one who likes the fact that I’m getting better at that. Perhaps I should get better at not saying I was gonna say what I’m not saying. That could avert the entire fiasco.

“I don’t believe in that kind of meat.”

Denial is only practical inside ones mind. Socially soluble manifest discretion soon to come…

I always seem to make goodbyes awkward.

Succinct and straight. No other way to shoot. For me.

Vhs Or Beta… if you like retro-progressive, you should check them out.

What did you do yesterday? Have a full day did you? Oh well thanks for asking. Started service at 6:30 am, went to the O.C. at 2. Went shopping at Alberstsons at about 4:00 pm. Then that “Muller boy” called me and so I went to play ping-pong. Fun. What little I recalled about the joy of kites. Seeing as it was very windy, he suggested that we try out his Spider Man kite he received as a gift. Off we went. No sooner did we tie the string to this bad boy and it was off. Didn’t even have to try to get it to fly. At about 75 feet in the air, it came down, one toss, it went straight back up. At 120 feet, it came down and with no assistance at all, it shot straight back up! I’m telling you this kite was so easy to fly. Zero effort equals maximum fun! I was really wishing we had thought of doing that earlier in the day, because well, in the darkness it’s hard to keep an eye on the kite. It was rather funny too, we were still all dressed up from service. or close to it. Yes we did go out for Starbucks too. When we got back we even played ping-pong sitting down drinking our coffee. That is great fun.

I just realized how boring my write-up of the day was to read. HAH.

Impedance mismatches are hard to deal with. I think a lot of people feel that way. But that’s a pretty bold thought.

Getting someone to smile is great, especially when they don’t even realize you tried to do it. Giving people presents is cool too. They can’t see what you do behind the scenes to make it look cool, or wrap it well. But nonetheless it’s done, and so if nothing else, you know it was a quality present, even if it was just a simple something. Win-win if I must say it some how.

One night, due to nervously darting eyes and pathetic attempts at sarcasm, I started feeling kinda bad for someone. It seemed that they had become unsettled by my rather crass jokes, which, that night, came quicker than they had mentally prepared for. Adding to the (very likely imagined) tension, was the newness of my acquaintance with them. Now while I felt rather comfortable the whole night, I became afraid that it was because I was being a jerk. I started wondering how much I should tone myself down for new people. I wondered if this would make me fake. Cause everyone is always talking about being yourself. Yet if I am, to borrow the Widdle “C”’s term, rather intense, should I tone that down just so the other person can be a bit more at ease? Perhaps I have thought far to much about this. Just don’t want to be the jerk. But I think it’s too late for that, heh, that situation is more than a year old.

It’s not about wining with me, but if you insist that it is, I’ll quite trying, you’ll think you won, and while perspective is hardly reality, in my mind, I won. That is bizarre. But not extremely. Cause who cares who won. Insignificant.

Breaking point, now that is important. Of course, completely different from the giving up point. Tensile strength, also noteworthy.

Orbit of Death

So I’ve started a new way of posting. I think it will suit me nicely. It’s not so apparent to readers, but I believe it will allow me the freedom of blab that I desire.

Speaking of posting, I noticed that this WordPress 2 has an enhanced way to upload items. I didn’t work with the upload feature at all previously, so I really can’t say if it’s an improvement or not. I will say I like it though. I just backspaced the sentence I typed and put this instead.

Patience is important. So is selflessness. It’s hard to be selfless. Especially when engaged in an activity already regarded as self-sacrificing. Sometimes I have a hard time with that. I had a really hard time with that before I served in Deltona. Now it’s much easier to deal with. Someone brought that up to me though, and it can test patience. It’s nice that the work assignment we have for the end is one that refines us.

Ever read “Who’s Pulling Your Strings”? Interesting I thought. I often fear that I am manipulative. Or perhaps suspect is a better term. Hopefully if I am I can work through it. Or manipulate my way out of being manipulative. Heh. Psycho, I call it like I see it, doesn’t mean I’m right, but I’m not gonna pretend I don’t see it.

I wonder if I acknowledge people’s feelings correctly when I listen to them. I’ll have to pay attention to that more. I notice that some individuals really encourage you to talk to them. Not in an intrusive way, but some people just seem to be willing to listen, you know they will. Worthy of imitation, at least on my part.

My shoulder is so so so sore. Not just your run o’ the mill kinda sore. This is deep tissue sore. Feels like I was swinging people around over and over and over. Wait a second! Looks like I need to exercise more. That’s it, I’m gonna start body building. From now on, I’m eating twice my needed intake of calories and working out for at least an hour everyday.

Perchance anyone know of the right way to assess whether or not I get my vitamins? I mean its obvious that I could examine my diet. Or take a multivitamin, but do those really give your body vitamins in the right way? I seem to remember some vegan telling me about the state of various vitamins and it having something to do with your body being able to process them. Yikes, I don’t really care that much, but I’d like start working on the whole, gonna get fat when I turn 22 thing ahead of time. That way maybe I can at least salvage some of my wardrobe.

So I slept on a bed for the first time in about two years. Different. I’m not really too impressed. Although I like the added height. Get out of bed seems easier than get off the floor when I wake up. I appreciate how universal the floor is though. Feels like I’m sleeping right below the real world. HAH, that sounds so ridiculous. Awesome.

Hold on a second, I’m gonna get my coffee.

Auto focus lens, you aint jus solcitin’ whisky.

Have you looked at the MacBook Pro yet? Uh, yeaasss. That is quiet a sweet little machine. Considering I was already sold on the previous Powerbook G4, this is just to good to be true. Not only does the thing have a built in iSight, it seriously is stinking 4 times faster. And uh, it’s the same price as the Powerbook G4 I wanted? Oh yea and that magnetic power cord is pretty cool too. Yes please. As Ceral Killer said, “Look at those colors! Crispy!”

In between days…

Iron & Wine has a song called “Woman King”, it’s very catchy.

Fitted shirts are in short supply. Though, I venture to say the scope of my search could be made less narrow.

I am not affecting; progress.

I see your venture and add.

Where do people draw fine lines? Are they pencil or ink?

It’s a shame I don’t make my own clothes.

In the better side of now, I was remembering places I stood yesterday.

Clique’s might be nicer than some people think. Probably not though.

I hate prying.

Spirals indeed, but the center is hard to visualize. Since I’m not inside their head.

Imagine all the distance one could put, between us and the better half of a limp foot.

A little bird told me to keep my head up. Then it pooped on my shoulder.

I wonder if it’s really panning out or I’m just gullable.

a summons I received
for which I am grieved
as such said to me
a juror you will be

Could I interest you in some tart dialogue?

It would appear to me the letter “s” could be over applied to the hind region of many a word. Not in the preceding sentence though. Extreme.

in wordpress 2 there is a WYSIWYG preview area for the post in draft. impressed i am.

I went in for a trim on Friday. The miss cutting my hair asked if I was old enough to have my hair cut in such a fashion. Good question.

DOOD! I can’t believe how within reach flipping people around is! Aerial? I think so. Although, I have not the lower back strength I once imagined.

I returned to sleeping on the floor. So much better. For me at least.

I really value places at which I can comfortably lounge. I guess I more often call it “hang-out”, but the point is the same. For all of my childhood, and into the opening scene of my adolescents, I lived in such a place. A place that paid no regard for the “it’s late” mentality. It was never too late. Conversation bred little in the way of profound statements and deeper things. Yet their contribution to the boy I am now is sweeping. Those conversations were rarely muddled with pretension, let alone arrogance. Although I dare say, my swelling appreciation for the persons I shared company with, may overshadow the reality and cause such to be dimly lit in memory. I was always the youngest, most inexperienced. Still, I don’t ever remember having that brought to my attention. Surely it was necessary at least a time or two. I doubt if I am held in the same youthful regard today, for I too often hear my own voice. I suppose those older siblings of mine tolerated my presence in sight of my stylish appearance and tendency toward cynicism. At my age it must have been delightfully humorous. Could have just been because I was related. I wasn’t notified of needing to bring anything to the table, yet I was reliable. How I got that way I’m not sure, although my effort to be who I was could have made up for who I wasn’t. I guess my point is, you can’t get to know anyone unless you converse with them, and I really enjoy doing that. I also appreciate those who open their homes or found the venues I speak of. To borrow other words, the question “Wanna get some coffee,” delights me. To some my answer will not change. How could it?