Cute girls and Powerchairs

I was coming home from work today and saw the coolest girl. She was really pretty, funny, chill, had decent musical tastes, was reading a book, and was ready to throw her pudding at the max. I wanted to talk to her more; ask her name, her other interests, what her goals were. I just got scared. I thought, "this girl is too good to be true, so don't even waste your time."

I wish I had gotten her name and number. The good thing is that she works at the same place I do. So hopefully I'll see her again.

I like the warm weather. Today was a little too hot, but otherwise it's been great. Oregon is too rainy and cold, then when it warms up people are complaining. Enjoy it!

This really large woman was trying to come into the store I was working on a power chair. I think the only reason she was on it was because she was too lazy and fat to walk around herself. So she attempted to drive her powerchair through the skinniest door known to stores. It took her a good solid ten minutes just to get in. The whole time she was trying to get in I couldn't help but think "it would be so much easier just to get out of the chair and walk in."

Is succeeding at committing suicide really a success? Does success really come in all forms? Sometimes I think what one persons idea of success would be is just wrong.

My parents are asleep. It's 7:50. It's the weekend. It's a Saturday. Nuff' said.

Allergies suck. I have to blow my nose every 2 minutes, and when I do I can't hear until I swallow. It's weird. Can you call off of work because of allergies? Is that a viable excuse to use for an illness?

I think I might take my friends out to the cheesecake factory later. It would be tight.

The sound of barking glory

Just lay down, get some rest. There's no time to detest what's coming. It's yours, power and glory. Take what lies inside the story.

I feel this way a lot. I want to let it all go and take a break. Just have one day where there is nothing to do, and nothing to accomplish.

What would life be without accomplishments? What would we be living for? Often times the only reason I do something is for the glory. For the feeling of recognition. Is that bad?

There's a dog howling outside. It's so annoying. I can't sleep. I suppose it's a type of karma. My dogs bark all of the time, especially really early in the morning. I can handle my own dogs, but not a foreign one. Hopefully the rest of the neighborhood won't start up too.

I don't listen to classical music enough. Seriously, it's so good, and not recognized enough. Isn't it amazing how music speaks without words. I mean, who was the first person to put actual words with their music? It must have been so weird at the time. Usually I don't even listen to the words of a song. I just listen to the sounds, melodies, harmonies, and rhythm's strewn together. I like sounds.

Bunco Manthin

I finally acquired another job. With the help of Martin, I'm starting at the Oregon Zoo on Tuesday. I think it's going to be a lot of fun and a good experience. I'm excited.

Bear vs. Shark is so underrated. Honestly, their music is creative, catchy, inspirational, and diverse. How many bands can combine all of those attributes together? Few my friend. Few.

Boys and girls of every age, wouldn't you like to see something strange? Come with us and you will see, this our town of Halloween.

Did Monsters Inc. ever win an oscar or academy award or whatever? It definitely should have.

I can't believe Mr. English gave me a B in his class. It's post secondary. How can you fuck up a post secondary class when there is no criteria for your post secondary life?! He doesn't care what you do or how you get there. Why do seniors like him so much? You know how many scholarships he helped me get? None scholarships.

Are we not supposed to say "that's what she said" in college? Is it just a high school thing? I guess I'll find out in a couple of months.

My mom is playing Bunco tonight. I don't even know how to play the game. I think it's one of those pure luck games, where it takes absolutely no skill what-so-ever to play. If you ever go to Vegas and see a Bunco table, just walk up confidently and say "deal me in". You'll win right off the bat.

Straight up manthin. We need to hit that up again.

Laffy Taffy Muses. Do They Exist?

You know that you're either really popular or really despised when you have your own forum on reddit.

I bought some new clippers today. I lost another pair on the max. Not sure how it happened, but they weren't in my pocket when I needed them. My new ones are even better though. They're extremely sharp, able to cut the smallest sliver of annoyance right off the finger.

I think I want to open my own business. The problem is that there are so many things that I enjoy doing. I really love music, so it has to be something around that. But I also like biking, eating, cooking, reading, and some other things.

Are imaginations the only real truth that we have? I mean, the only perception that is unaltered. Everything you do and say is a product of outside influence, but what you think is decided only upon yourself. Too bad people let their minds become influenced by others. Kind of blows me theory away hah. Your mind is the only thing that you really possess though. Why would you give it away to someone else?

I don't like really dramatic people. This girl at work today was freaking out because someone took a bite out of her king size laffy taffy thing. Honestly, they were probably doing her a favor. Nobody needs to eat a foot-long laffy taffy with chunks of black crap in the center. I don't even know what those black things were.

I'm tired. Muse is good.

Trash in Colour.

This summer has been really great. I hope it continues to provide me with glorious pleasure.

I really like City and Colour. I wish I had seen them/him play when I had the chance. It would have been really good.

I got the mail today, and it was all junk. I think I'm going to start doing some more online shopping. I always look forward to getting things in the mail. So whenever I get a bunch of junk, it's kind of depressing. Not that the mail controls my life or anything.

My wrist still hurts. It's not getting any better. I'm getting a little nervous actually. I think I might do some physical therapy.

I shaved my legs today. Not completely, but more of a buzz cut hah. It feels really weird wearing socks now. Mostly because my hair doesn't stick out.

In a twisted and psychotic way, I'm glad gas prices are so high. People are finally conserving their gas and using alternative transportation. Sort of like the gas rationing before. It's just funny how it took people getting hit financially to start changing their habits.

So is it better to keep a bad habit, or change to a better habit, but for the wrong reasons? I'll ponder that when I work tonight. I hope no more stupid people come in.

I just got back from work and didn't even think about that at all.

So I rented a movie the other day and returned the case, but I just realized that I still have the DVD in my player. I'll return it tomorrow I guess. oops

I'm going job hunting tomorrow. I think I'm just going to apply everywhere downtown. Maybe not everywhere, but to a lot of places.

It's trash day tomorrow. I hope that's not a sign. (I just watched Fools Rush In again)

Question of the day...Circa Survive or Thrice? I know Taylor will have a hard time with this one. I think so anyway. And Erik

Running Free, Biking Free?

I love riding a bike. It's so much fun. Especially when you realize that there are other people that enjoy it as much as you.

Yesterday I learned that freedom isn't always free...sometimes it's nudity!

The summer seems really chill. I'm not doing much. It's really nice.

So on Wednesday I'm going to get another job. I decided. I've been trying for awhile, but on Wednesday I'm going to wake up early, go downtown, and stay there until I secure a job. Or at least I feel satisfied with my job hunt. So it may only take a couple of hours hah.

I don't like taking off my glasses. Mostly because I usually forget where I put them. Sometimes I'll even sleep with them on so that I can see when I wake up. What if my house caught on fire and I had to run outside without my accurate vision!? Stranger danger.

Superbad is such a funny movie. Whoever decided to call it Superbad is either really dumb or really smart. Probably smart.

I'm going on a run soon. So this is it for now.

Relight the pages of youth

First, summertime fun
And then the Worry sink In
Inexpungeable

I like relating things to bikes, because it makes them seem more enjoyable.

Life seems like one big cycle. Recently I have felt like a big sunflower. I think most students are like big plants. We spend nine months out of the year working mercilessly, waiting for the three months that we get to have fun. I was looking at the flowers we have in our yard, and I was thinking about how sad they seem. They spend three seasons out of the year working and preparing to enjoy one. That seems like a waste of nine months to me.

Who is the girl on the ipod classic cases? Is she a really famous artist? I don't have any idea who she is.

I'm trying to make each summer day memorable. That was one of my goals for the year; to make each day memorable. Whenever I feel like I'm working too hard to doing too much, I always ask myself: "What if you died tomorrow? Would you be happy with your life?" And sometimes I say yes, and sometimes no. This is a yes period.

I'm really getting into Dance Gavin Dance. They're pretty good. I want to see their show in a couple of weeks. Maybe they'll hand the mic over to me so I can show the world what I can really do. Or at least the Hawthorne Theatre.

I went on a tour of my neighborhood with Martin today. I'm really glad I did it. It's like watching a movie that you've already seen in the theaters with your friends. It's not the movie you remember, it's the friends. I don't really remember the neighborhood, but all of the memories just flooded my brain.

"I have mastered the relight"

"Do you have another umbilical cord for my ipod?"

So I think that I have found the secret to becoming an adult. I'll give you a hint. It lies withing the pages of Tom Sawyer.

Better bike pumps

I'm finally done with High School. I just took my last history test and felt a big weight lifted. It's not physically going to High School that matters...it's that obligation to it. Once you aren't obligated anymore, it makes life so much easier.

I just watched this funny movie at the theater. I think it's called The Strangers. It's supposed to be scary, and it was. But it should actually be a comedy.

Martin gave me this fudge that looks really good. I might eat some right now. The only thing stopping me is that I have to wake up early for graduation rehearsal. How rough is that. I have to graduate twice!

I'm excited to hear what Daniella has to say tomorrow. She said her speech is only four minutes long, but I bet to me it will feel like an eternity.

If I had gone to a UofO game today I would totally fit in. I looked like a duck today. How weird is that.

I'm so pumped for college.

Circa Survive is definitely rocking it on the top artists chart. Holding Someone's Hair Back is good. I like them.

I haven't practiced in about a week. At first it felt weird, but now I'm used to it. I have so much more time in a day when I don't practice. It feels like I can accomplish so much more. But I know that when I pick up my fiddle I'm going to sound like the freshman. God help me.

I'm thinking of selling my Snow White Award. I'm going to try and see how much money it's worth. Maybe it can pay for some college textbooks?

If I get paid for playing music, it's not like I'm selling out or anything, am I? Am I prostituting my passion out to random people?

I need to get fenders and a bike pump for my Schwinn. I'm afraid of getting a leak and not being able to fix it. And today my butt was soaked by the time I got to the senior BBQ.

Tomorrow is a big day. I'm pumped.

Burr, it's cold in here

I don't want any debt. I hate debt. Not just financially, but emotionally or physically. The feeling of owing something to anyone, because they gave you something first. I despise that feeling.

My mom cleaned my room today because our whole family is going to be staying up here for a week for graduation. I can't sleep in my room tonight. Everything is neat and tidy. She even re-folded my boxers and stacked them in the drawer. It's creeping me out.

I'm still looking for a job downtown. I think next week I'm just going to head down there and hand out a bunch of resumes and whatnot.

Gas is way too expensive. I knew it before, but it is just getting out of hand. It almost cost my mom $100 today to fill up her Ford Explorer. I hope our next President fixes this ridiculous problem.

It seems like everybody is having sex lately. And in odd places. I always thought that sex was supposed to happen later in a relationship when you have intense intimate feelings with a person. Not necessarily when you're married or anything, but certainly not with some friends for fun either. And probably not in a public facility.

I think that MAX lines should be extended to every home.

I'm really tired. I'm trying to memorize my outlines for history. I would really like that class if we didn't have finals. Beaman actually makes history interesting, but he's a jerk when it comes to the tests. I wish he could make the finals as interesting as Iran-Contra and Aaron Burr.

I want to learn more about music. I want to write my own music. I can hear it in my head, but I either forget it or am just too lazy to actually write it out. Has someone made a computer program that will take thoughts from your brain and write them on manuscrpt? Props to that guy. Or gal.

Some high school lessons

I just learned today that there is never one person doing something. One person doesn't have all of the ideas or originality. One person does not make everything happen. If you suddenly get this idea of something cool that's never been seen, chances are it's already been done.

So how can one then be original? If we assume that most, if not all, things have been done or thought before, then how can any current individual label something as original? Do we need to put quotations around everything we say? Are our lives all mirrors of those before us?

I also learned that thoughts are useless unless they lead to actions. I read this bumper sticker today that said something like "quiet women never make history". It is so true, not just for women, but for everybody. If you have a good idea, share it! Don't keep everything inside.

I'm excited for college. I'm stoked for the summer. I'm ready for next week. And I'm grateful for tomorrow.