One of Those, One of These

So i feel like writing, but you see, i have absolutely nothing and at the same time absolutely everything to say here.

Have your eyes ever started to burn because of the computer screen? Mine have, mine are. Turn down the brightness, it usually helps. 50% should due.

The Only Moment We Were Alone - Explosions In the Sky

So i have listened to this on a loop for the past hour, which seems like forever. And i want to write lyrics, but we come back to the " i have nothing, yet everything to say"

I cant exactly say its writers block, because you see, i am still writing. I just haven't really say a whole lot in the past 111 words i have typed.

In that case, i guess i should get going with this writing business. Cut to the chase, as some would say. Let me tell you a story then, since this song is running through my head, and someone mentioned pasta, which got me thinking even more. Old pasta actually. Its amazing. No, not "it". "I", yes I am amazing. Sometimes i don't understand the things i do.

When i was in college, there was nothing around to eat other than pasta (which was fine, im a big fan) I cooked the pasta, but way to much of it, so i just ate what i could and set the rest aside on my desk, pondering weather or not i could muster up the strength to put it in the fridge where usually food belongs after your done picking through it.

Well i never got around to doing it, and that pasta sat for two whole days. Two days on a dusty desk, in a messy room, that seemed to always smell like dirty socks (i don't know why, i DID do my laundry... from time to time)

Oh it had just crossed my mind as of now.
I hope you are listening to that song that i had posted. It IS 10 minutes long, so im sure once you are finished reading this it should be somewhere in the middle.

Anyways back to the pasta. I don't believe in wasting things, and at 2am, old pasta thats been sitting on a desk for a few days does look quite appealing, so i did what a basic lower class teenage boy would have done! (not saying i am one, just that i may act like one at points)

Yes, i did. I took the pasta and put it in the microwave, zapped it, and ate the entire bowl. (at least what was left of it.) And since i knew it was something disgusting to do, i enjoyed it that much more. The pasta did taste fantastic, and it wasn't moldy, so i was safe.

Im sure a few years from now i will be told by my doctor that i have some rare disease that only comes by when you eat 2 day old pasta that's been sitting out in a dirty sock smelling room, and you can only contract the disease if you zap the pasta in the microwave for 53 seconds on high.

Im fucked.

I thought this needed to be captured.

On The Hill Top, I Sit to Think.

I saw my sister for the last time today. Shes going up north with my cousins this entire week. She left today... or yesterday... and wont be home till Friday night, Which is funny because i leave Friday morning. We just hugged and didn't really say anything... I told her to have fun up north and we gave each other disgusting kisses on the cheek and i left for work.

It still doesn't feel like I'm leaving. It just feels like I'm stuck here forever, which is how i have felt my entire life. Its strange...



After nine days I let the horse run free by soleá.
On the first part of the journey
I was looking at all the life
There were plants and birds and rocks and things
There was sand and hills and rings
The first thing I met was a fly with a buzz
And the sky with no clouds
The heat was hot and the ground was dry
But the air was full of sound

I've been through the desert on a horse with no name
It felt good to be out of the rain
In the desert you can remember your name
'Cause there ain't no one for to give you no pain
La, la ...

After two days in the desert sun
My skin began to turn red
After three days in the desert fun
I was looking at a river bed
And the story it told of a river that flowed
Made me sad to think it was dead

You see I've been through the desert on a horse with no name
It felt good to be out of the rain
In the desert you can remember your name
'Cause there ain't no one for to give you no pain
La, la ...

After nine days I let the horse run free
'Cause the desert had turned to sea
There were plants and birds and rocks and things
there was sand and hills and rings
The ocean is a desert with it's life underground
And a perfect disguise above
Under the cities lies a heart made of ground
But the humans will give no love

You see I've been through the desert on a horse with no name
It felt good to be out of the rain
In the desert you can remember your name
'Cause there ain't no one for to give you no pain
La, la ...
Written by Dewey Bunnell

Slow Down. Please.

Days seem to be going by very quick. When i sit here and think about it, there is less than two weeks till i move out, and live on my own with someone i have never met before. Thank god for technology, thank god for facebook.

Things lately have been busy and hectic. I went to the Youtube 888 event which was lots of fun. I met a lot of people and had many adventures with davedays, who i had just met that day. Even though iv had a great summer, made a bunch of new friends, I seem to be lonely.

This past week the kitten that Corey and i got together has constantly been bugging the family. Even though shes been driving us nuts, there are moments that we all share with her that make us all smile.

In ten minutes I will get into a car, with one of my oldest best friends, and her family, and head towards Canada's wonderland. I will leave all the "loneliness" behind and think about what rides i really want to go on, or the hour waits that we will have to endure to get on the new ride of the year, The Behemoth.

Sometimes i feel like i have no one to talk to, so i just sit alone and think to myself. Think about who i can call, what i would say... I just end up chasing my thoughts in circles and not being able to find an end until i get upset and angry. Its funny... The people i would love to call, love to talk to, are busy, or just distant... people i have not talked to in YEARS.

Stop
Dont flatter yourself
This is not about you.
Go

Its strange how i have come up with the ability to push things to the back of my mind, and not think about them at all until i have time to slow down and think about myself. Am i happy? Do i like where my life is headed? Who knows, because i sure don't.