In the Tinniest Amounts, Tequila has the Sweetest Taste

Some people are like that.

It's a Trying World

Life throws a lot at you. Sometimes I really struggle with understanding it. I have a hard time realizing a future where the recurring crap that goes on in my current life is gone. I know that at some point it's got to go away, and that my day-to-day will be consumed with other things. It just feels weird that that time will ever come. It feels weird to think that there will be a point in time where I don't live with my roommates. As it stands, I think it would be cool to have my own place, but I'm really not ready to not live without my roommates. There is definitely something to be said about living with your social network. I don't feel the need to put significant effort into outside socializing because I am satisfied with what I get at home. That allows me to focus on so much more important things without experiencing a social void. It's interesting to ponder a time where I would be living on my own. Everything around me being my own space. Myself being the only one I'm truly accountable to and responsible for. It will be an extremely interesting transition. I'm excited for it, yet weary. I understand that there are processes that I need to carry out, and I really am doing that, but it kind of surprised me. I need to get more focused on utilizing those opportunities that will put me in even more advantageous positions in the future. I know when things get to that point, I'm going to have a really fun time. It'll certainly be a trip.

Sometimes I Find Solace in the People Who Represent the Best in Me.

Sometimes I Find Solace in People that Represent the Worst in Me

School's in for the Fall

This is the first year school has started without me somewhat obsessing over it for a week before it starts. It makes me feel a little behind (I bought my books last night), but I'm thinking it might take away a little bit of the anxiety of it all. This is going to be an interesting year, to say the least. In some ways, I feel more motivated than last quarter, and in some ways, I feel less. I'm just going to try my best to keep my eyes on the prize.

I'm reading this book called Crush It. It's supposed to be about how one can use social networking to turn their passion into an income. The author is slightly annoying, but we'll see if the contents legit.

The tank is coming along great, but I've realized that it's simply too small. I'm going to be on the hunt for something bigger to grow in conjunction with the nano reef; however, I'm probably going to move all talk and video about fish stuff to a new blog. I'll let you know if that happens.

The Fish Are Swimming!

Progress

I get to pick up my fish tank on Monday. I'm getting an acrylic 20 galling drilled tank. I'm really excited. It has consumed a lot of my free time.

If Reincarnation is Real, I was a King in a Past Life.

Picture a bunch of marbles rolling across the floor in unison forming a tight pack. What if one of the marbles somehow starting to spin in the opposite direction of the other marbles? What if the marble next to that marble started doing the same thing? How many marbles would have to make this change before the group as a whole began moving backwards?

Cleopatra ruled Egypt when she was 18 along side her 10 year old brother. You cant even vote in the country until your 18. Ain't that some shit? The biggest differences between 18 year old Cleopatra, Pharaoh of Egypt, and 18 year old Sally, Queen of Nordstroms and her Dad's Credit Card, is title and responsibility. We constantly tell kids they can't do shit, so they never do anything. We think that because they are young they don't have legitimate input in decision making. Meanwhile, we could have a bunch of miniature kings and little Ceasars running around.

This is My Next Venture

Men are from Mars. Women are from Venus. Girls are from Hell.

Most first loves don't last. Lately, I've been curious as to why. After much deliberation, I think I've figured out a major cause of this. Most guys end up with girls as their first love. This is inherently a problem. Girls are not made to coexist with others.

To any guys out there that may be close to having to make a substantial commitment, you need to make sure that it's not with a girl. I don't pretend to be any kind of expert, but I think I may be able to offer some criteria on how to know whether or not you're dating a girl.

First of all, although it may seem silly, girls scream. No one knows why, but they scream a lot. Most guys get used to it because we have to deal with it so often throughout life, but from a external perspective, it's clear that this is borderline retarded behavior. I really don't understand the thought process behind it. I don't know why a girl sees another girl and deems that a reasonable time to scream. If a guy did that, he wouldn't have any friends.

Here's one thing thats a little more geared to those in relationships, but it takes somewhat of an anecdote to explain. Say your girlfriend offers to go with you to a car show, even though you have not expressed any interest in her going, and you know that she has no interest in the cars at the show. Say a couple weeks later she asks you to go with her to a play. When you say that you don't want to go, she brings up the fact that she went to the car show with you, even if it was completely on her own accord. If this has happened to you, you're dating a girl.

If she becomes interested in something to the point that it becomes borderline obsession, and you just recently became interested in the same topic, you're dating a girl.

If she has never looked at a situation that negatively effects her life and realized that it might be her fault, you're dating a girl.

There is no reason to settle for girls. If you're not happy with your girl then you have every right to leave. Turns out, women do exist, and they are available. Go get your Pepper Potts.

That Prickle on the Back of Your Neck

Do you ever get the feeling that we don't fucking matter?

We Ain't Trippin. We'll be There in a Minute.

Happy August. July just kind of peaced out, didn't it? I feel like July was a good month, though. Brought me some shit, brought me some new opportunities. I feel a slight change in perspective is in motion. I'm starting to see more of the good in things. I find that I have more to smile about, lately. Not to say that I was depressed, by any means. Things can get discouraging at times, though.

I feel like I have fallin in love with music all over again. I made someone a mixtape today. It was a really good mixtape. A lot of thought went to it. I feel like it tells a good story. It means a lot to me. I really want to give you guys the tracklist, but I'm going to keep that close to the chest haha. I think I'm going to start making more mixtapes, though. It allows me to stay more acquainted with the farthest ends of my musical passions. I'm really excited to turn 21 because I want to go to way more shows, but I'd much rather chill in the bar. I usually don't find the floor super pleasant. I'm listening to A Rhyming Ape by Lupe Fiasco as I write this. If you don't know, get on it.

I'm stoked for school to start again, but I'm definitely not eager. I've really enjoyed chillin this summer. I won't lie, life is way easier when all you've got to worry about is work. We're all getting older, though.

Fly Me to the Moon

Let me play among the stars.

These are the times that I feel most vulnerable. I lay in may bed, barely functional, while my house is full of people, non of which are sober. I am completely out of control. At this point, there is nothing I can do about this party. I hate that. I don't understand the benefit. Is that sacrifice worth it? Like, what are we really getting out of this? A chance for our house to get fucked up and something to clean for days. We live here. When all these people leave, we will still be here. We are the only four that has any consideration for the care of this house. That is crazy to me. I love this house, and I love my roommates, but the parties alone make me want to get my own place.

We Are a Generation of Quiet Non-Believers

It is very difficult to horde money the way I have been hording money. I haven't boughten a pair of shoes in so long. There is definitely a whole lot of expenses I can cut out, though. I want to be able to get myself that birthday present really, really bad.

I bet someone that I can train to run the 40 in 4.64 seconds. My goal is to do it by the beginning of fall quarter, since I know I won't have time to train when school starts. That means I have two months and one week, so I'm going to start tomorrow. Tomorrow will basically be finding out where I am at, though. Not a whole lot of training. It's going to suck.

I used to be scared of my future. Now, I'm just impatient.

Field Reporting

I just learned that I can post blogs from my phone, so goodbye battery life. That being said, if some of these posts are completely effed up, I apologize.

Wild cherry Powerade is incredible.

It's 1:10 in the afternoon, and I still haven't eaten yet. I've got to stop with that crap. It's not that I'm not hungry. On the contrary, I'm really hungry. However, there isn't any decent food in my house, and when I first wake up, I'm usually too lazy to cook anything anyway. Both problems that are created and solvable in part by me, I know.

I-5 construction at exit 133 is starting to get under my skin. This project has been going on for years. They closed down the Sprague on ramp like 4 years ago for this shit. I read in the paper a couple weeks back that they screwed up some measurements that will cause the project to cost even more time and money. Now, I realize how much this new exit will help congestion, and I recognize the difficulties of designing and planning transportation projects, but seriously. This is basic project management. If we don't have the expertise to measure these things correctly, then what business do we have shutting down parts of the most used freeway in Washington for years at a time?

A word to some of the fast food establishments I frequent.

Burger King: I've got nothing but love for you, but the Buck Double? Really? I notice the missing cheese, and I want it back.

Arby's: I don't visit you as often as I should. That new bacon sandwich you have is off the chain.

Taco Bell: Keep doing your thing.

Taco Time: You're soft tacos are fantastic. They're the best in the Pacific Northwest fast food market but no value menu? Catch up.

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I'm watching that new show Louie. I'm happy that it's a good show. I like Louis C.K. as a comedian. His stand up, "Chewed Up," is one of my favorites, but sometimes really funny people can produce some seriously shitty stuff. Fortunately, this show is really funny.

I spend a lot of time thinking about the future. It's like old people who live in the past but reversed. My family always tells me that I'm growing up too fast, and that I need to spend more time being young. The only problem is that I do not enjoy the things that people miss about their youth.

I would like to write more, but I have to go to work and earn money. After all, this is America. Money brings happiness while its absence brings despair. Or is it the other way around?

Flux Capacitor

The proposition of losing your memory is scary to me. I wonder if it would be better to get amnesia and suddenly lose all memory, or for your memory to slip away a little at a time. It would be nice to have the extra time with your remaining memory, but it would be a terrifying experience. I don't think I could handle it. Knowing that there are blocks of time in your history that you simply know nothing about. Like black holes of life that you once had and will never get back. I wouldn't be able to get through that. I'll take the amnesia.

What would you do if you woke up one day? Not like, waking up after going to sleep, but waking up into a different history. As if what you experienced as life was actually a dream. I guess it would be even crazier if you woke up a different age. Living a forty year life only to wake up as a 13 year old again. That would be hard to stomach.

My love for Tacoma grows everyday. I really don't have any desire to leave. I think it would be interesting to live in a few different places for periods of time, and I probably will, but I think my first home will be in Old Town. It's been so long since I've been proud of where I live. I love being able to say I live in Tacoma. I'm really excited for its future.

This prospect of settling down has begun to appear much more attractive to me lately. It still makes me really nervous, and I don't know how feasible until I have my own place. I can't decide on how soon that will be.

I've got some key choices to make pretty soon. I feel that these are choices that are significant to my future. When a stock is in a pattern of trending, where the prices are stuck in a sideways movement, never falling below its support but never breaking through its resistance, it's called congestion. You should always keep an eye on stocks experiencing congestion because as the pressure of volume builds, the stock will eventually shoot into a temporary but significant uptrend or downtrend before find new support and resistance. My life is nearing the end of a congestion period, and the analysts advise you buy the stock.

Champagne + Orange Juice = Superb. Kush + Orange Juice = Superb. Champagne + Kush + Orange Juice = Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious.

I'm sitting in our play room. We've done a pretty good job of outfitting the walls of our playroom. I wonder what all this says about those who live here. I've got an idea. From right to left.

An original The Little Mermaid movie poster. It's one of the ones that has the penises on the castle. I feel like a lot of people say the have a movie case with the penises. I also feel like there couldn't have been that many made and still in existence. That being said, I really do have one.

Pinnochio and the Emperor the Night movie poster. I don't know what that movie is.

All Dogs go to Heaven. That's a good movie. Not all dogs go to heaven, though.

Batman. The first one with Jack Nicholson and Michael Keaton. I feel bad for Jack. His role as The Joker will forever be overshadowed by Heath's, but Jack's is pretty freakin good, and Kim Basinger gets her groove on that one, too. Certified hottie of her time.

Do the Right Thing. Spike Lee is my homie. Miracle at St. Anna was the last movie to make cry. Like a baby.

Grand Theft Auto: San Andreas. The game does not get enough credit. People always say that Vice City or GTA: III are the best. That's not true. I'm sorry. You can ride bicycles in San Andreas. You can swim. The hydro.

Robot Chicken Star Wars. I've seen every episode of all three seasons of Robot Chicken. It's always weird to watch Robot Chicken with other people. That show can get up and show you some shit that you can't unsee. I see the humor in it, though.

Who Framed Roger Rabbit. If you don't know, you wouldn't understand.

The Princess and the Frog. Dr. Facilier is one of my favorite Disney villians. It's the green, it's the green, it's the green you need. And in your future it's the green I see.

Batman Returns. I love Christopher Walken in this.

Zombieland. The best zombie movie of the last ten years. Believe that.

Gamera. I think it is really funny that we have a Gamera poster.

If you didn't know, now you know.

Welcome to my Introspective

It's one of those nights where you look at the clock and realize that it is 4:34 am, and you are not tired. More specifically, it is one of those nights where you look at the clock and realize that it is 4:34 am, and you are not tired, so you start a blog.

I will share these blogs on the various social networking sites I frequent, but this will be used as a means of self-reflection more than a way to communicate thoughts. However, don't let that deter you from reading or making comments on what you read.

I can't really give you a topic for this blog. I will mostly be discussing anything that's on my mind, which leaves little to be excluded. Hopefully, things don't get too weird.

This morning, I would like to talk about a street sign that is currently leaned against my wardrobe. A little over a week ago I went and spent the day in Seattle with the wonderful Lauren Hays. While we were there, we stopped by the Seattle Antique Market. I had never been there before. The place was really cool. You found pretty much anything you would think to find in an antique market, but I still found it incredibly interesting.

They had pinball machines. Some worked, but some didn't. I often find that I have a hard time knowing what I want. Whether it be because of a lack of certainty, lack of satisfaction, the notion that what I think I want may be completely different than what I actually want, or countless other externalities, I seldom come across something that I definitively want. I want to own a pinball machine. There is no doubt in my mind about it. Having a want absent of doubt, regardless of what the want is, can be refreshing.

Authentic street signs were sold at this market. I found one for Prospect St. The house I started renting with my roommates almost a year ago is on Prospect St. This is my home, and it is on Prospect St. I bought it, and now it is leaning against my wardrobe.

Having it sit in my room has inspired a lot of thought. It seems like virtually every decision in life is based on prospects. When you decide what to eat, you consider your prospects. When you decide where to live, you consider your prospects. When you decide where to work, you consider your prospects. When you decide how to live your life, you consider your prospects. It almost seems as if you could judge a man based on how good he is at considering prospects.

This got thinking about being a good prospect. I feel like I consider a lot of prospects without spending a whole lot of time determining my fortitude as a prospect. It is a good thing to think about. Would you kick it with you? Would you hire you? Would you sell a car to you? Would you love you?

I would like to think I could say yes to all these questions, but sometimes, I'm not so sure. But that is all life is, right? Building yourself into a good prospect.

When I was paying for the sign, the guy behind the corner said, "How are your prospects," and laughed. I thought it was a really weird question.