Day ninety

Can you believe it has been 90 days already! This experiment has had its ups and downs and I've noticed that writing late at night may not always be the best way to squeeze out creativity like an almost empty tube of toothpaste. Day light savings times has begun again! It's 1:29am right now and it still feels like 2:29am. So during the beginning of these 90 days I was going through a tough relationship... trying to salvage something that wasn't working. Eventually that relationship ended. During the past two weeks or so, a new relationship has begun and the cycle begins again. This relationship is far more healthier and better in a lot of aspects. We'll have to see how it affects my writing. For now all is good, and I'm really tired so I'm signing off. Goodnight world and thanks for the reads!

15:56

Day eighty-five

The proton is dead: Today's misadventures in blog form.

I went to work this morning at 6am and did my usual Tuesday morning job, only the employee that I work with on Tuesdays was terribly ill. I had to do a bunch of mindless tasks and eventually sent her home. Today was like a Saturday, thanks to teacher furlough day. Children were in mass destroying our store and it seemed like I could not get any task done without being interrupted by one problem or the next. Luckily I had the opportunity to leave early and I seized it.

Unfortunately I had to leave work early for a reason. I promised my sister that I would take her and her friend to a concert downtown. She had no details about the concert except for it's location and time. So I naturally was a bit irritated by the lack of information and was in a generally bad mood. My sister sometimes really really bugs me. I wasn't really into the band she was going to see so I dropped her off and hung out at my alma mater.

I found an old building that I had many classes in and reached the top floor and read "Smiles to Go". At first I wasn't too interested in this kid's fiction book, but then I really got into it. I was about halfway through when an old High School friend of mine spotted me. I thought I was in trouble, because generally I'm awkward with encounters like this. I didn't really know him well, but he was a nice guy. In fact, he invited me to a violin / cello graduate student recital that was happening later on in the evening. I had nothing better to do, so I went.

My old high school acquaintance had to leave to go into the control room and I was left to sit alone, which was a relief, because I would have been awkward if we had sat next to each other. I chose a seat in the upper right most corner of the recital hall and I began to read more of "Smiles to Go". I kept reading and when it got to the climax the emotional part, I cried. I wept while a Schubert quintet was playing some up lifting music.

Oddly enough, the girl who sat directly in front of me... even though there were empty seats all around me, since this is the very very far back corner of the recital hall, began to cry too. Probably because of unrelated reasons, I ididn't see a book in her hand. She seemed very sad and I wanted to reach out and comfort her. But, this I thought in my head would be weird. Me, blotchy eyed, over a children's book and her blotchy eyed, for who knows what reason, her girlfriend or boyfriend, her failure to play in the recital, etc... So I decided against saying anything.

I like sitting in the far back, because I think it sounds better, especially if the recital hall is well insulated for acoustics. In the back, I finally get to hear the music, after it has traveled through the ears of so many others. I also like to see the big picture, the players vigorously handling their instruments.

Afterwards I realized that Twan was right, yet again, that I was much like Will Tuppence... tuppence, tuppence, tuppence a bag... sorry I had to go there. Anyways. I really really really related to Will. And I love this book. Read it! It will only take you 2 or 3 hours at most, and that's if you are a slow reader like me.

Anyways after the concert I read some other books that I will mention later in another blog post and I went to pick up my sister from the concert. While I was waiting outside the venue, I saw a girl get arrested, a bunch of drunk people, and four crazy homeless. It was all kind of funny seeing everyone interact with each other. I sat quietly and just observed.

So after the concert, my sister's friend wanted to meet the lead singer. We wait outside for at least 2 hours before the guy shows up in the loading area of the venue where everyone is waiting for him. And my sister got her picture taken. What is the point of this? Nothing, but it gives me an entry for now.

On another note, I almost got hit by a car today that is/was involved in a high speed pursuit with not just 1 cop car, not just 2, but 5... I've never seen so many cars move that quickly without being like a nascar wreck on the freeway.

That is all for now.

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Day fifty-six

Sick as a dog, I'm fighting to stay awake and write this. I have a cold and I hate colds because there aren't cures for them. Whoever invents that or even a vaccine will be my hero. I haven't had a cold in a long while and I absolutely hate them. Who doesn't? So right now, I have no meds, and am blabbing on and on. I want to chant to my white blood cells "Go, Go, Go" I can see them fighting and epic battle inside my blood stream. The major battles lay at the chest, throat, nose, and eyes. I can't write anymore. Goodnight

9:21

Day fifty-four

Dear Diary,

For the first time in 3 years I got fucked up. One shot of cuervo, two shots of crown, one shot of yager, and two shots of khalua. None of which I paid for, so I got really lucky. I have a headache now. It is very bad. I will probably never get drunk again for another 3 years. I don't like having headaches. Today I saw two girls kissing and three girls giving each other lap dances. It was awesome and awkward at the same time. I probably won't remember what I am writing now. But, I had the sudden urge to keep up with my 15 minute a day project. Thank god for my designated driver Shin, without him I would have had to call a cab, because drunk driving is super stupid. I am at Shin's place and he has a large light fixture that looks like daisies and Eric thinks it's a monstrosity. Shin is going to bed. Chris, the other Chris is passed out in the bathroom, because he got more effed up than myself. I can't believe I am typing, my head feels like a nuclear bomb. But I will write, no matter what. Eric is awesome because he gave me a blanket and pillow to sleep in. These guys are amazing folks and I would not trade them for a million dollars. Maybe 1 billion, but not a million. Tomorrow I go to church to see my friends Leah and Stephen in the praise band. They are going to play their original composition and I'm very excited for them. I might regret everything I said tomorrow. But as of now I haven't done anything bad and I feel content. I didn't even think about my ex-girlfriend one bit. Right now I love my life. Maybe it's the alcohol. I miss you Twan and I miss Lisa a little, but she made her decision and I respect it. I also love my co-workers with the exception of one, which we all know who it is. I put my hands up in the air tonight saying Ayo let's gooo.


15:11

Day forty-seven

I am at my friend, Shin's place and I just drank my first beer in years. It still tastes bitter and strange. I am watching 500 days of Summer. My hands smell like lime and I am writing this blog on my cell phone. This movie is fantastic so far. Tomorrow I have work and Im not looking forward to it. "I like being alone, relationships are messy and stuff and we live in a beautiful city and I want to save the serious stuff for later". I am thinking about going to japan to teach. Two more trips left in the year, one to Orlando and one to Santa Ana. Ive gone to Nashville and Savannah so far. Next year is new york!

15 minish

Day forty-one

Portmanteau of the day: Ignoranus

Definition: Derives from the words ignorant and asshole.

Application: Wesley Scroggins is an ignoranus.

All pettiness aside... What kind of generation do we live in when books are banned? Let's all start a bonfire folks and start burning books... I'll bring the s'mores! Let me give you a picture of what's going to happen next. Yes this absolutely is a slippery slope argument for those logic nazi's out there. We ban books first then we ban music, television, various forms of art. Then we start banning the way people dress and the way people speak and any form of art. We thus become people that are "morally" good. All will be right in the world... except one thing. We lose our fucking humanity.

For fucks sake... my blog is going to be banned for profanity.

For a more coherent information please visit my friend's blog:

http://artieismymuse.wordpress.com/2010/09/19/speak-loudly-and-carry-a-banned-book/

20:01

this kind of pissed me off.