gobbledigook

existence is a memory. the only thing you can vouch for is that you were here, you had a past, you existed. once you say "i am" you're already in the past. what does it even mean to have a past? old photos? forgotten emotions? letters? memories. that's all we have.


by the way, gobbledigook is sigur rós' worst song to date. for some reason they chose it as their single.

i want a cat or a toddler. i don't care which.

you have 48 hours.

memory

i think it's weird how music can so quickly trigger forgotten events and emotions:
http://www.jamsbio.com/index.php?page=wizard

unorthodoxy is endearing

i hate when people steal someone else's material or ideas. take comedy, for instance. i can't count how many comedians have said "i'm just waiting for ashton kutcher to come out at the state of the union and be like 'you got punked america!'".

wuddafuxup

somewhere, emanating from my neighbour's house, is a mysterious ringing noise.
not mysterious in the sense that it inhibits curiosity, but other questions of mystery. will i be able to get to sleep tonight? i wonder if a noise can burrow as deep inside my head as this seems to be? what the hell makes such an annoyingly persistent and loud noise? why can't they hear it?


it's a good time.

i have ambitions

and i plan to achieve them.

i love to feel things.

thought-dreams are the most dangerous. you know, when you're in between dreamland and consciousness. when you think you're falling down the stairs or kicking a ball but you're really just laying in your bed. and you react to the situation and wake up in the dark, strangled by tangled sheets. with normal dreams, my thoughts have disconnected from my body, so i don't [usually] get out of my bed and walk around like i am in my dream. with thought-dreams, however, my thoughts are still attached to my body and when i move, i move. scares the shit out of me, and i can never get back to sleep.

erm

do the chinese have fonts?

it was a tough day at the coal mine today. sector fourteen collapsed right on alfons. i think charlie's got some issues like his brother. bobby and he just can't seem to remember jack shit. i told charles to take some'a bobby's meds, but he just laughed at me. he has no respect. i think chuck's a xenophobe. ya know, racist. we was talking about colored folk and he just laughed again. he didn't think anything of alfons dying. sector fourteen was always so stable, i can't believe it went like that. this ain't the fifies, charlie can't go laughin' at the death of black folk. goddamn disapointing.

where have all our cattle gone?
charlie can't take anything seriously.

the past is a happy place.

all i want is for clotheslines to be mainstream again. our kids would love it, until they became teenagers. "dad, why don't we just permadry our clothes like everyone else? we don't need to hand-wash and hang-dry them every time. carlos said his parents permacleaned all his clothes. i think we should do that too, it'd be a lot easier". he doesn't understand. what does he know?

our second baby is a watermelon.

i knew it would happen sooner or later.

dementors in australia: http://abcnews.go.com/Video/playerIndex?id=5068073

also, australia is now the fattest nation in the world. we're still too fat though.

soiled foliage.

i think a man [or woman, but i don't know what a woman peeing sounds like] habitually pees in the bushes under my window around one in the morning. either that or there's a rattler that rarely feels threatened.

i hate when girls call their friends derogatory names. especially when they're twelve.

i wrote a poem:

i wish i was a book with eyes.

an eye-book.

i would watch my readers

and i would bite them

with my book-mouth.

but then i'd feel bad

and give them a windsock.

asdf.

when you think about it, a lot of things don't matter. if you have to think about it at all, chances are it doesn't matter. like clarifying yourself to someone you'll probably never talk to again. like your favorite pen. like your enemies. don't harp on shit that isn't even important.

i think i ate something bad for breakfast. but i'm better now.

and tomorrow's my birthday.

the birds are singing

do i go to bed now, at four a.m.? or do i stay all the way up? yes, all the way. proper terminology fo seri. the birds just began their chirping. they can sense the quickening daylight in the darkness. it's kind of creepy. i want to stay up but there's really no reason to and, honestly, it would be dumb. buuut then again, what else am i going to do? sleep all day? boringer. 

do fat people have bigger tongues?

my nipples itch when i bathe

mostly everything i type i type for a reason. rarely do i key a word without thought of its implications. i don't think people realize this.

for example; my system of relaying amusement:

ha = a brief exhale from the nasal cavity, an amused reaction

hah = a chuckle, more than amused, audibly pleased

aha = an explosive chuckle, something that catches me off-guard that i find amusing

ahah = an explosive laugh, something that catches me off-guard that i find more than "amusing"

haha = a genuine laugh, one that i can somewhat see coming but still amuses me

the list continues, but that just gets boring.

"hi, i'm XXXX, i'm from XXXXXX, XX, and i think name-games were created to make everyone involved temporarily uncomfortable."

i can't sleep with socks on

is there a lifestyle that i can live which will ensure that my descendants have tails?

d0000d

i had a good weekend. well, a good week, really. i had an art program with my school all week. i wish i could do it all summer, i'm going to be so bored and lacking materials. on friday i stayed at mark's house. zach came over and we didn't really do much, which was fun. on saturday i went to boston at one with mark and some of his friends. also fun. but hot. with lots of walking. still fun, though. when i got home i went over to patrick's house. i was surprised i was allowed to go, but pleased. i didn't do much there, either. on sunday i came home around 12, then did nothing for hours, while my parents went off to the celtics game. my brother and i decided to go see a movie. we ended up watching zohan, it was ok. and now i'm here. i think i'll read. then sleep, if i'm tired.

i lauf summer.