2:45am: may the fifth
captain's log:
tecate is not that great of a beer. it doesn't taste as good as the cost would make me believe at least. it reminds me of coors. so, why bastard? wherefore base? it tastes domestic to me... it's some kind of a celebration today; i don't exactly know what the occasion is. it just seems like an excuse to drink on a tuesday, but what the hell is wrong with that? i had a lot of fun. i put on the clothes; i wore the hat; i didn't drink tequila. i think i had too many beans and rice for that... all i really know is that my neighbors have free cable, and that makes me happy. tru t.v. is full of police chases.

3:08am: the simpsons
if you don't know it by now, i am a simpsons nut. i would like to make that clear. i grew up watching the simpsons. i appreciated it when i just knew the jokes were funny. now, in my more educated years, some jokes strike a new cord with me, and i laugh all over again.

5:58pm: food
i have become quite good at cooking. or at least i cook more than i used to, so by my standards that usually leads to improvement. i have cut meat out of my life. i couldn't digest it well. i got frequent stomach aches when i indulged myself. moderation is the key to a healthy body. but, as i have said before, i live in america, and american is a land of consumers--especially with food. it becomes hard to moderate your intake of food when everything here is larger than normal. it takes a tremendous amount of will to keep your diet abstemious, as i have learned, or moderate.

5:34pm: days
i am an american, so i drink coffee. i don't care much for tea, only if i am sick do i drink it. it's a rotten drink to have when you're healthy... i woke up late again today, sauntered around a bit, ate a half off pizza, read. after all this, i ventured next door. they are friends of mine. i went to drink coffee and catch up... they were tired; that house, during this time of the day, is usually resting. i can't say that i blame them; the weather around here encourages lethargy. it is a somnolent spring day, so coffee is indeed needed... i haven't had any today. i need it. it tastes good. my roommate needs to bring some home. she works at a coffee shop. i don't pay for it that much.

12:12am: bahaha!!
there is always that sense of fear that overcomes a person when they walk into a bathroom and find the toilet seat down. i know i approach this matter like a cat-bugler, all short of rubber gloves. but there is always this overwhelming sense of impending fear that constantly heckles me from behind saying, "watch out for what lies under that rim." i know it could only be one of two things: shit or piss. both of these are of themselves completely innocuous, but the traumatization that consumes a person who has to witness that fecal surprise--especially when it's not theirs--is an occurrence i can do without. it's funny though; i don't know who made it, but it looked solid, large and only half sunk. it was like some sort of hot shit iceberg. i'll bring it up sometime around the campfire... my room is right next to the bathroom, and i have become quite astute at picking up the various scents that linger after someone has left the office. experience has been good to my olfactory sense; i think i can use my powers of inference to flush out the culprit. hahahahaha, mercy.

1:49pm: sleep
last night i thought i caught a cold while i was sleeping. our house cools down rapidly if the heat is turned off. i cough up something fierce at night and sneeze uncontrollably in the morning. i may have recurring tinnitus; it's not that loud though. getting a goodnight sleep can be such a chore sometimes.

1:14pm: lately
there are a variety of things in my life that need consulting. a calender would come in handy, but i always assume that i can juggle many things--important things--in my head. it's bad to make assumptions. making assumptions and relaying on my brain never works. procrastination kicks in, and i'm left short handed... i'm getting better though.

4:06pm: night
no,no,no! this isn't right at all. the past few nights have been strange. 3:30 in the morning exhibits a feeling of laziness in me. i should be sleeping. i wake up at around noon... that's half the day. that's half the day wasted to me. sometimes i think it would be nice to be a morning person. to be up before everyone else feels productive. AWAKE, and win the day! no, no, no though... i'm not having it. i'm a night person, and it will require a strong moral character to change that... benjamin franklin lived by a strict regiment... essentially he wanted to become perfect... he taught himself calculus.

5:03pm: redact
i posted something earlier. then i changed my settings. now my previous entry has vanished. i won't write it again, but it was nice-- lonesome-- but nice nonetheless. i'll write something similar later.

2:25pm: castle to castle
it's a mild, mild day, and a mild looking sky. on such a day as this--with such clement weather--i rode my first bike, and i struck my first ball. but now i am held up with a leg gone akimbo.

7:45pm: i think ill keep this forever.

12:01pm: i made a connection today. it's funny cause i usually think of profound things early in the morning (at least i think they are profound, they aren't though). previously i thought that something was original, then i found the connection and it makes sense cause something similar has been connected to it before.

this i know is not interesting.

10:26pm: look how we labour
in sooth, i know not why i am so sad. i'm not breaking stones like some old pauper, yet it weighs on me at the end of the day. funny, isn't it?


summer never ends it seems

2:19pm: Uncle Sam is certainly sounding upon the bugle horn. Since I turned 18 years of age I have been frequently asked to join Army, Army reserves, and if I love my country. At first I played along with their games; I made them think I was interested in what they were saying. Today however, I was bitterly annoyed with their pathetic tactics. Whilst walking home from school I was called upon by two Army boys in fatigues driving a Cadillac Escalade and asked: “What’s up bro? Ever thought about joining the Army?” I simply shook my head and kept on walking. Then to my amazement they put the car in reverse and asked me: “Well what about the Army reserves?” I just kept on walking.
Those fucks, those vainglorious louts, those drones; they have been calling me for 5 years now! The first time I said NO they should have put my number in the category of “not interested,” that can’t be though. But in an Escalade, (Grumble).

10:37pm: patience quin... turn thy wheel....

12:58am: jerkin back n forth
endgame. when does it begin? hamm, clov.... when when when????????

2:05pm: it hard not to look stupid in front of people you need to impress. oh god

3:54pm: A common motif in a Spielberg film is an absent or uninvolved dad who through some act learns to cope and understand his family or family unit. But in “Close Encounters of the Third Kind” Richard Dreyfuss completely abandons his family to go on a quest with aliens! He never repents or learns how to cope. He starts out as a pretty decent father, but at the end never ounce does he go back to them, the worst dad in any Spielberg film. For shame Dreyfuss, for shame… People get so caught up in the glamour of the movie that they overlook this theme.

11:23pm: it be snowin
If this place put in a chairlift it'd make a fortune. I've never seen so much snow that wasn’t on a mountain.

11:25pm: so heath ledger died. i dont know what to make of that.

it saddens me of course.

2:26am: someone is snoring upstairs. bummer

12:44am: this quarter is almost done. i remember, i was once a bare foot boy with cheek of tan. i dreamed of grand slam home runs and apple pie. school is a demanding mistress.

Watch the films of Jacques Tati. they will ease all pain. i swear