Couple Grammes of Soma

For the moment, I would pick Belle & Sebastian if I could be in a band. One reason is lyrics like these: “But to be myself completely I’ve just got to let you down”. I love that stuff.

Dare you ask- “About what”? “All number of things to be honest,” I reply in a childishly coy tone.

The Grammer Bible proved most helpful today. I really should use that more.

Now something about bleeding. On the 13th of February 2006, I was washing the windows at Oviedo Crossroads’ shopping center. “How very very uninteresting.” Near the end of such night time work, I started to hasten; in other words I started to hustle (that is to say, I worked faster). I also managed to fillet a fingernail (pinky nail to be more specific) sized piece of skin off my right index fingers’ first knuckle (from the top down). No big deal, it hurt, I said “ow,” (wink wink nudge) and kept working. Much to my annoyance I bled far more than such a wound really merited. Now I know you’re thinking, “Oh come on, how much could you have bled?” Well, to put it plainly, as I continued working there was enough blood to splatter off my finger and onto more than one window. I also covered the right side of my shirt with blood trying to prevent the aforementioned from happening. So not only was I now dirty and wet, but also bloody! At this point it’s appropriate to inform you by the bye that I also had not shaved and was wearing a beanie, which just so happens to accentuate my white-trashy facial features. Well no big deal cause I’m done working right? No and yes; in that order. I had to stop by Wally World on the way home since I needed to purchase some “Can-O-Air” products for my car tire. So there I am, dirty, wet, bloody, and all white trash looking, (insert cheesy low blow such as, “What was so strange about that?”) walking around Wal-Mart at 10:00 P.M. Oh yea baby, I was looking like a stud, so GQ. Of course I mean that in a “I’m beautiful on the inside,” kind of way. Because really aren’t we all? So as it turns out, I’m a bleeder and white trash. Hooray!

I think it’s worth noting that I do a poor job of maintaining any particular tense in the above.

I need to drink more water. In more ways than one. I also need more vitamins. Man I thought I covered this. SHEEEEESH!

If Esther were made into a play, which part would you audition for? I think I would audition for the role of Ha’thach or Heg’ai. Not for any other reason than to say, “No I’m not a eunuch, but I play one in the Bible!” HAHAHAHAHA Oh my side…

PS Please accept my apology for over use of punctuation, I have yet to learn how to use it correctly. But I have been reminded it’s there; so I use it.

It took longer than I expcted to figure where I got a thought from the other day. I find it amazing how long it will take me to rememeber what I was thinking when I thought about something, and then figure out what I think about what I thought. Or who. It’s there somewhere though. I enjoy finding it. Of course, it’s all in my head.

I got some awesome note cards. They feature illustrations by Kawase Hasui. I found myself drawn to Borders the other night. I drove by and thought, “oh I am so going there right now.” I turned around and went. Thats pretty out of pattern for me, I’m not real keen on the solo outings. But hey, I’m trying to be a big boy.

They had an interesting mix of patrons that night. Lots of laptops running in the cafe. Not very many children. With the exception of myself. Language section had some interesting things. So did the Travel section. I need to find a nice map. Real nice. I’m talking detail.

I tried doing a color pencil drawing of a nature scene. Pretty sad. Ahh, it’s an outlet what do I mind. I like coloring though. That is down right enjoyable.

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How’s that for speaking in code?

“O Captain, can I?”

“No never, not even ever!”

I found out I’ve been reading the abridged version of The Count of Monte Cristo. That is not at all what I wanted to know. Apparently some short sighted little creature came up witht the idea that it is still reading the book even if you skip over parts. Yeah. What garish laziness.

I ironed on a t-shirt transfer to the top of my Moleskine used for sketching. Looks cool I think. Very teenish. I wonder though how long it will last.

I am dumbfounded by people who don’t gaurd their warm clothes. Perhaps they are just more large hearted than I.

Tea or Draught? Hmm, not even a question. Tea or coffee? Actually I prefer “bose”! Yes I meant to spell it that way.

My directions are apparently poor also.

NEW BELLE AND SEBASTIAN ALBUM !!!!!!!!!

I could never sleep with you around.

Well, much to my furstration the rain kept me asleep this morning. Lovely really, but bad timing.

Timing can really mess things up. It’s pretty important. Sometimes, I know I’ve missed the time when it would have worked out, and so I don’t ask. To late, to early, either way is the wrong time.

Space Pens rule!!!

I just thought of a few errands I could run so I’m off, but the best part is, I’m bringing my radio with me ahahaahhahahahahahaha.

I’ll tell me ma
when I go home
the boys won’t leave the girls alone
they pull my hair they stole my comb
well that’s all right till I go home…

One of the things those who occupy the center of attention (or close to it) miss out on, is seeing what they look like. It’s not so much, the individual that is important to observe, although that is a worthwhile venue of observation, but rather just the role they play or try to play. People vying for attention in a room dissolves any veneer of character they may have installed. Suddenly one finds themselves so locked into the subordinate goal of being given attention that they have forgotten the real reason people even associate with one another, to share. It’s a give and take.

Interestingly (italics mine)

Latin sociālis, of companionship, from socius, companion

The term social is derived from the Latin word socius, which as a noun means “an associate, ally, companion, business partner or comrade” and in the adjectival form socialis refers to “a bond between people” (such as marriage) or to their collective or connected existence.

attitudes, orientations or behaviors which take the interests, intentions or needs of other people into account (in contrast to anti-social behavior)

Companion, in its most common meaning, refers to a close friend or associate. The word originates in the Latin language, meaning “one who shares bread,” and so often hold connotations of a comrade or “mess-mate” with whom one eats.

All seriousness aside. I am so competitive.

If you must ask, no! I actually wasn’t hoping to be disappointed.

Frightened? Yes I was. Terribly. To make matters worse, it wasn’t a dream.

I feel like mailing something.

Saw a book that looked cool today. True Stories of Great Escapes it’s a Readers Digest publication. Out of print unfortunately. I found it at some online booksellers for cheap, but I’m still not sure if I’ll get it. I bet it’s neat though. I almost asked the person who owned it if they would sell it to me. But I thought it impolite.