| It's Been Awhile, Mr. Bond |
[Jul. 11th, 2004|09:28 pm] |
But I'm back and better then ever.
However, the last few weeks have been more dull then neat. Yesterday my biggest accomplishment was staying awake. I didn't sleep for more then thirty hours before I crashed into bed. I've had this really weird schedule lately wherein I go to bed at five in the morning and get up at two in the afternoon. So, I decided how hard would it be to change my sleeping pattern from going to sleep at five to going to sleep at nine at night? All I would need to do is stay up all day and go to bed at nine. Well, I'll tell you how difficult it is; very. I almost passed out a few times while sitting around and I went to bed at seven. Unfortunately I slept for seventeen hours and got up at twelve today. Not my plan at all.
My mom bought some Tylenol PM so I figure I'll take two tonight and go to bed at twelve. Those things are suppose to knock you out. That should put me back to the right pattern.
I saw Scarface because Andy was talking about it all the time and I felt left out. DDDAAAAAAAAMMMMNNNNNNNNNNN, that movie fucking rocked. With the guns, drugs, and Al Pachino. His sister was hot, too.
I went and saw the Academy and Gatsby American Dream last week and that was neat.
That's about it. Thanks for reading.
Advice for the Day:
If you give half the effort you get more back. Trust me, I've based my whole life around this principle. |
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| Two This Morning |
[Jun. 20th, 2004|07:09 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  surprised | ] |
| [ | music |
| | At the Drive In - Enfilade | ] |
Just thought I should report that I was able to remember two of my dreams this morning. I say this morning because I went to bed at four and got up at three.
The first one was pretty standard. I was in the backseat of the van that my dad owns and my stepmom was driving; I think we were going on a vacation, probably camping. The day was cloudy and stormy, but no rain had developed. Ahead was an overpass bridge with two cars rolling across it and to the sides were brick buildings. However, as soon as the cars reached the beginning of the bridge they seemed to get hit by a massive gust of wind. They swerved back and forth and finally toppled over the side onto the pavement below. I remember quickly telling my stepmom to stop and wait for the storm to pass, but she didn't listen. We reached the overpass, past the buildings that blocked the fury, and quickly got smashed by the raging wind tunnel. She tried to turn into the wind while hitting the brakes, but it was too powerful. At that point, me and my brother bailed and hit the ground, laying completely flat in order to reduce the area that the wind was able to hit and thus allowing us to keep on the bridge without being swept off. I watched as the van was pulled over the edge.
We crawled over the bridge and down underneath to a building, presumably a service station for highway workers. When we walked inside, there was a group of people standing about. Some were injured and others weren't. They were all people who had been taken over the side and lived. We looked about, searching for my dad, but he wasn't there. Two more people walked inside, but they were ones from an accident that just occurred. The dream then ended.
This is a little strange. My dad just called as I was writing and said he was camping yesterday and it was really windy. There were five foot waves along the beach and undertows and strong currents. I forgot they were even camping this weekend and it's especially weird that he would make a point of telling me it was windy; it must have been very strong. I didn't even mention my dream.
Well, anyway, my other dream. This one was a bit strange and jumped between scenes while still retaining an overall theme. Me and a couple of friends were walking to a nearby mall. On the way there we crossed over a stream. The next part is fuzzy but I guess we went into a shop and my mom was there. She wanted me to meet this girl who was working there. Apparently I was also looking for a job. She told me that the girl was a bit insane and had an obsession with angels. I guess I left. Next I was talking with someone and he told me to work at a paintball place. I explained that I would have to stand all day and they don't get any breaks. We left and on our way out we had to go through a few doors and a couple of those rotating gates that are usually seen at baseball stadiums. Finally we got back to where we started and as we walked to leave, this girl told me that someone she knew got an 'ear-cavity' from sticking a sucker into her ear. I said, "Alright..." and the dream was over.
Strange stuff. I've had stranger, though.
Advice for the Day:
If you can't get the top off of a jar with a really tight lid and people see you struggling, set it down and act like you don't want them anymore. |
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| The Properties of Misfortune |
[Jun. 19th, 2004|11:48 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | determined | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Bright Eyes - Bowl of Oranges | ] |
Lately I've been getting this strange feeling that luck, misfortune, and 'bad mojo' are all connected. When someone says you are lucky, are they implying that fate does not exist; that your luck is partially attributed to the random sequences of events that occur throughout existence and the role you are thrust into in that chaotic spectrum? Actually, no, it's probably just a catch phrase. However, it makes you wonder what luck really is. If you are a firm believer in free-will, then you would simply state that luck is a fortunate happening. If you are a person who considers the possibility of fate, you would state that luck is just an illusion; everything happens because it was bound to happen by the very nature of reality.
After thinking about it for a few moments I've come to the conclusion that luck, or even good fortune, [i]cannot[i] be real. Everything happens in a cause and effect relationship. You pick the winning numbers for the lottery, you win the lottery. You decide to enter the lottery drawing, you pick your numbers. You discover a dollar in your pocket that you didn't think you had, you decide to enter the lottery drawing. You put a dollar into your wallet a week ago, you find a dollar in your wallet. You get a dollar in change from a cashier from buying gas, you put the dollar into your wallet. You need to get gas for your car because the tank is nearly empty, you give the cashier your money. You drive to and from work every day, you need to get gas for your car. You need money to live and eat, you drive to and from work every day. You exist, you eat.
Just living sparks a series of related events that creates your 'luck'. Is it lucky that you put the dollar into your wallet and forgot about it? No, because the event was stimulated by your actions; this is true for everything - it is all created by yourself. Luck, by definition, is a force outside ourselves that acts upon our movements. I defy anyone to name one example where they themselves were completely removed from a situation in which something fortuitous occurred.
Why does my opinion on this topic matter? Well, it really doesn't, I simply enjoy discussing nonsense.
Anyway, I haven't done a thing all week. Just slept and ate and slept and then didn't sleep one night. I'm going to label this week 'The Week of the Awoken Sleeper'. It sounds Chinese and makes something completely ridiculous sound interesting. If anyone reads this and asks me, "So, what happened during that week?", I'll make up some crazy story. It will start like this, "It all began in what was later to be renamed 'The Week... of the Awoken Sleeper..." and I'll go into detail.
That's about it. I would have written more this week if I had anything to muse over.
I can't remember a single dream and I haven't done anything new. Well, except for doing some 3d and 2d art stuff, but not much. I would put up some of my 3d art here, but I'm too lazy and I don't think anyone would care.
Advice for the day:
Sometimes shit happens, stop bitching and fucking deal with it you pussies. |
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| Reading is for Chumps |
[Jun. 13th, 2004|12:44 am] |
| [ | mood |
| |  contemplative | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Coheed and Cambria - Delirium Trigger | ] |
Cool chumps. Yeah, you heard me.
I started reading 'Stand Up Bernie Baxtor: You're Dead' today that I borrowed from Andy yesterday and got about half-way through it. It's good thus far and I'm waiting for the next round of comic strips. If you haven't read it, the book is split into various chapters with text and with pictures. It's nice to read for a bit and then get a break with some cartoons, plus the plot is good, if not a bit depressing.
Sometimes I think that I should read more often. Then I ask myself if it would accomplish anything other then having that little edge of knowledge. My answer is, it's probably not worth it. I doubt reading and learning would actually enrich my life in any way, and, in fact, most of where someone will end up depends on where they get their degree and in what field; where one recieves their degree depends on how well they do in school; how well one does in school depends primarily on one's commitment. My commitment is minimal and my grades, to me, are secondary to what I want to do. Our lives are so limited when you consider the infinity of time.
I don't need to worry, though. I do fine in school. Tests are my saving grace.
Speaking of school, it blows when you have dreams about it during the summer. I've had about three so far and all fill me with anxiety. I move about in my dream unaware that school is out and that there is nothing to be concerned about. Instead, I become assaulted with images of hallways and teachers telling me that my assignments are due; if I don't turn them in I will fail the class. It's terrible. However, I think I may be able to tap into them for my lucid dreaming. Before bed each night I tell myself that if I dream of school I will become lucid. It may not work, but it's worth a shot. Turn a bad situation good - frown upside down - make lemonade from lemons - and so on and so forth.
Now to make a list of things I hate.
- Rap music
- Pointy rusty nails that stab through your hand when you grab a piece of wood
- People who smell and are fat
Advice for the day:
If you are going to pull a lion's tail, do it quick. |
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| Dreams and Gelatinous Goods |
[Jun. 11th, 2004|12:48 am] |
| [ | mood |
| |  groggy | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Thursday - For the Workforce Drowning | ] |
I like hot women. For example, Mrs. Buttersworth after being microwaved for about thirty seconds. Have you ever noticed how when you are using that brand of syrup you are essentially unscrewing the top of some maid's head?
It's twelve fifty in the morning. If you are not good at telling time, the morning begins after eleven fifty-nine at night and now it is almost an hour into the morning; not the afternoon. These Live Journals are great for ranting and from here on out expect the same level of crazy yelling and down-talking, usually not followed by exclaimation marks, which, by the way, are widely overused, on a day to day basis.
Andy or Andatron got this hookup for me last night, which if you weren't paying attention, was about forty eight minutes ago. I'm about to go to bed but first I have to get out the word about lucid dreaming. It's surprising how little others know about the subject. Basically it consists of knowing that you are dreaming and taking control of the dream. Yes, I thought it was a crazy and radical idea at first as well but after working at it for about a month or so I was able to have my first lucid dream. It was amazing and surreal and vivid - it is something that I doubt I will ever forget. I have not had a dream similar to that one again yet, and it's been about a month or so, but I figure I must have another soon. Hopefully once they become more frequent I will be able to recognize them easier and perhaps post them here.
Here are a few links to good resources for learning about lucid dreaming. I enjoy hanging out at the Dream Views message board. They have great links and tutorials on how to get started. The Lucid Dreaming Institute has some interesting guides and if you scroll down to the bottom and click on their FAQ, you can learn just about all there is to know about lucid dreaming. This Lucid Dreaming 4 All site is the first one that introduced me to my dream world. After awhile you will learn about dream signs and induction techniques which worked for me. My dream sign was a clock changing time. If you are willing to shell out some four hundred dollars you could buy a face mask that detects rapid eye movement (REM) sleep and shines a light directly into your eyelid, but the other methods did work for me - although they are far less yielding then that aforementioned device.
This all may sound a bit far-fetched, and I too was skeptical at first, but if you work at it and remember your dreams you will eventually have one and be amazed. The neat part about even trying to lucid dream is being forced into remembering your dreams. I remember at least one a night now and it's fun being able to dream every night and to know that another adventure lies just beyond your pillow. It makes you look forward to sleeping rather then it being a chore. Before I discovered this I was nearly an insomniac. Well, not really. I actually took naps after school and went to bed at eight, but the point is still valid.
Well, in the future I'll have more about myself. Although, I'll first have to get over my fear of keeping an online journal, especially since I'm a guy. It seems a bit, how should I put this, fruity, but I guess I'm just as much man as anyone else and am secure. Hell, Doug from the show 'Doug' had a journal and he seemed to have a healthy relationship with Patty. Actually, it was more obsessive and stalker-like then healthy, but again, I think my point remains. I think I might remove my location from my profile just so no-one that I don't want reading this will.
Also, I look nearly dead in my picture. I assure you, I am very much alive. That picture has just been polarized in Photoshop and the eyes have been left their regular color; nice, deep blue.
Rarh!
Lower your face and look directly forward with your eyes. Now look a bit angry but not violent angry. Now raise your hands and make them into claws. Then make this noise. I promise it will make you feel sexy and ridculous. |
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| The Title Reads - |
[Jun. 10th, 2004|08:00 pm] |
'Robots are the Future'. It's true, and you must believe.
Take, for example, this robot  .
Or this one  .
See what I mean. We have the technology to create robots that buzz AND whistle. Now That's progress. This was my first entry; I hoped you enjoyed it. |
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