Introspect
Likes:
I am not a vegetarian, but I like vegetarian
foods. I enjoy staring into women's eyes. Yes,
it's a bit weird. I like watching sunsets
and sunrises, I find it sad that some people
don't take the time and look up and see
the grandeur of the sky-- each individual
scape different from the other. I like
people's laughter. Not toward me of course,
but shared laughter. I like the sound of Kina
Grannis's voice. I like martial arts, both the martial
and arts aspect. They seem opposing, war and art, but
somehow come together beautifully. I like paper
cranes and the taste of blue Gatorade. I like
music of all sorts. I like walking barefoot
at the beach. I like being near water.
I like people who aren't fake. I like people
who are passionate about things. I like
oranges, even though some people may hate
the color and it doesn't rhyme with anything.
I like being not sick. I like sleeping and
dreaming good dreams. I like crystals and
seashells. I like the end of things and
the beginnings of other things.
15:32
Wednesday, October 6, 2010
Tuesday, October 5, 2010
Day fifty-seven
Day 2 of the Plague
The Fifteenth Day of October in the Year of Our Lord 2010
I have finally contracted the plague. The apothecary tells me that I may yet live another day. He gave me herbal medicines and salves and tells me that if I have not healed within ten days I am lost. I prayed to the Lord that I will be healed, but so many others have been taken by His grace. In a valiant attempt for the quest of science I will record my symptoms below:
-Soreness in eyes
-Severe cough
-Stuffed nose
-Body aches
-Breathing difficulty
I fear that if these symptoms continue, all will be lost. In the future I hope that one day a scientist or apothecary may devise a cure all for these symptoms, one that does not involve death or blood letting. If I shall pass in the coming days, I wish blessing to all those who have known me.
6:06
I have a cold :/
The Fifteenth Day of October in the Year of Our Lord 2010
I have finally contracted the plague. The apothecary tells me that I may yet live another day. He gave me herbal medicines and salves and tells me that if I have not healed within ten days I am lost. I prayed to the Lord that I will be healed, but so many others have been taken by His grace. In a valiant attempt for the quest of science I will record my symptoms below:
-Soreness in eyes
-Severe cough
-Stuffed nose
-Body aches
-Breathing difficulty
I fear that if these symptoms continue, all will be lost. In the future I hope that one day a scientist or apothecary may devise a cure all for these symptoms, one that does not involve death or blood letting. If I shall pass in the coming days, I wish blessing to all those who have known me.
6:06
I have a cold :/
Monday, October 4, 2010
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
9:21
Day fifty-five
Inspired by "Reason's for Attendance" By Philip Larkin
Attendance
The trumpet drew me in, too
and unlike you I walked right into
it. Too much alcohol pours
freely passed from hand to hand
like water from a fire bucket brigade.
And you were right to think
that in here is sex, what you would
see as pure indecency. It doesn't hide in
the dark anymore as Women lick each
other the way dogs lick their master's hand.
The bump and grind replaces
"the maul to and fro" The loud
thump of music drags for hours--
everything's a blur of flashing lights.
And every bar tender knows-- "Satisfied"
is the question asked to the poor
chump hugging the heavenly toilet.
And I have misjudged myself
as the rough tongued-bell rings outside.
18:13
Attendance
The trumpet drew me in, too
and unlike you I walked right into
it. Too much alcohol pours
freely passed from hand to hand
like water from a fire bucket brigade.
And you were right to think
that in here is sex, what you would
see as pure indecency. It doesn't hide in
the dark anymore as Women lick each
other the way dogs lick their master's hand.
The bump and grind replaces
"the maul to and fro" The loud
thump of music drags for hours--
everything's a blur of flashing lights.
And every bar tender knows-- "Satisfied"
is the question asked to the poor
chump hugging the heavenly toilet.
And I have misjudged myself
as the rough tongued-bell rings outside.
18:13
Sunday, October 3, 2010
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
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
Friday, October 1, 2010
Day fifty-three
My bucket list in 15 minutes:
Bungee Jump
Get a tattoo
Visit Spain
Visit New York City
Visit Washington D.C.
Visit Oregon
Visit The Wizarding World of Harry Potter
Do a back flip
Scuba dive in the Great Barrier Reef
Visit New Zealand
Hug a penguin in Argentina
Visit Philip Larkin's grave
Meet the president, any president
Be in a feature film (as an extra or something)
Read my poems in a packed house
Be on stage with OneRepublic
Eat fish and chips at an English Pub
Visit Tokyo
Visit Interlocken
Find true love?
Have a home near a large body of water
Go shell hunting at a deserted beach
Be in a hot air balloon festival, in a hot air balloon of course
Learn to drive a manual, well
Learn to bake artisan bread
Be a part of a flash mob
Witness a flash mob happening at random
Jump in a pool of green Jello
Meet Natalie Portman
Help a person that actually needs help
Have a fully lucid dream
Have a large entourage of beautiful women walk down the street with me (don't ask)
Photograph a kiss
Spontaneously start dance in a crowded street and have others follow suit
Make music for a video game or film
Make another person smile and have that person make another person smile
Visit a large observatory/planetarium in the middle of nowhere
Sleep under the stars with uncluttered light pollution
Go gem/treasure hunting
Learn to sail
Learn to horseback ride
Hug a llama
Participate in an activist march
Hug a citizen of every country in the world in order to promote world peace
Drive over 120 mph
Win a contest
16:39
Bungee Jump
Get a tattoo
Visit Spain
Visit New York City
Visit Washington D.C.
Visit Oregon
Visit The Wizarding World of Harry Potter
Do a back flip
Scuba dive in the Great Barrier Reef
Visit New Zealand
Hug a penguin in Argentina
Visit Philip Larkin's grave
Meet the president, any president
Be in a feature film (as an extra or something)
Read my poems in a packed house
Be on stage with OneRepublic
Eat fish and chips at an English Pub
Visit Tokyo
Visit Interlocken
Find true love?
Have a home near a large body of water
Go shell hunting at a deserted beach
Be in a hot air balloon festival, in a hot air balloon of course
Learn to drive a manual, well
Learn to bake artisan bread
Be a part of a flash mob
Witness a flash mob happening at random
Jump in a pool of green Jello
Meet Natalie Portman
Help a person that actually needs help
Have a fully lucid dream
Have a large entourage of beautiful women walk down the street with me (don't ask)
Photograph a kiss
Spontaneously start dance in a crowded street and have others follow suit
Make music for a video game or film
Make another person smile and have that person make another person smile
Visit a large observatory/planetarium in the middle of nowhere
Sleep under the stars with uncluttered light pollution
Go gem/treasure hunting
Learn to sail
Learn to horseback ride
Hug a llama
Participate in an activist march
Hug a citizen of every country in the world in order to promote world peace
Drive over 120 mph
Win a contest
16:39
Day fifty-two
Bowling
Only a drunkard would have thought
knocking down ten wooden pins
with a resin ball would entertain
so many people through so many
generations. The pins, metaphors
of life, and the ball, swirling
images, smash into each other
to create poetry. How easily things
glide on wax oiled floors! The slow
hum of the ball against wood grain
then the sudden smash of pins
startles the senses. Perhaps
the anticipation, the ball
released from hand, forms
a spiritual bond of letting go.
That life courses the route
unpredictably as we attempt
to guide ourselves to perfect
strikes. Forget gutter balls
as the next frame enters
the lengthy hallway to the reset
pins.
15:01
Only a drunkard would have thought
knocking down ten wooden pins
with a resin ball would entertain
so many people through so many
generations. The pins, metaphors
of life, and the ball, swirling
images, smash into each other
to create poetry. How easily things
glide on wax oiled floors! The slow
hum of the ball against wood grain
then the sudden smash of pins
startles the senses. Perhaps
the anticipation, the ball
released from hand, forms
a spiritual bond of letting go.
That life courses the route
unpredictably as we attempt
to guide ourselves to perfect
strikes. Forget gutter balls
as the next frame enters
the lengthy hallway to the reset
pins.
15:01
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