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[16 May 2005|09:11pm] |
Was pretty bored today, so I made this. Took about three hours, thought I'd share.
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[30 Mar 2005|12:07am] |
you know what is awesome?
of montreal playing the social in may on friday the 13!!
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[24 Feb 2005|08:57pm] |
Tomorrow came today. It wasn't the same as what I've seen in dreams. The police acted different, a lot more confident. People seemed calmer, parents hugged their children and taught them that Ronald McDonald and Mickey Mouse were in fact not paternalistic in any way. What was weird is that the children believed them. The fluctuation you created with the wind patterns when you turn your head to the sound of something falling over created a disturbance three miles away and now a street sign will tarnish faster and become a mere symbol on a corner rather than a monument of location. The sign leans over in gratitude, only to remain that way forever.
Whenever I hear someone speak I just want to grab their head and hold it perfectly still until they understand that when you talk you're actually working muscle and you're not as lazy as you thought you were, "seriously man, you can do work without even trying!" "Sweet, cream of bro."
I don't know, sometimes I really need to just force myself to read a chapter, and when I eventually get to it I can't stop. I don't get why I resist something potentially fulfilling. I'd rather come home and walk straight into my room and without even taking a gasp of breath, pass out in my bed for a few hours, ready to officially begin the day when I wake up. I've been taking naps instead of studying or doing anything productive perfunctorily now for a few weeks and I really don't mind except recently my stomach is in slight pain when I wake up for some reason. I'm starting to fall behind in class and I can stop myself right now and catch up but I'd rather inform all you good people of my pseudo-problem I am having. Technically I wouldn't consider it a problem, doing so would probably insult real problems. I think I just wrote this to get a little self motivation, and if I ever do begin to slack again I can look back and realize I actually posted an entry about it.
So things need to change I suppose. I've made enough empty promises to myself that the negative energy that emits from it could charge a sub atomic particle accelerator. I just need to find the positive energy to balance out. Shouldn't be too hard since I have the best girlfriend and friends who actually care about me.
Sorry to take up livejournal space, I know most of you don't actually read entries anyways unless pictures are posted anyways. Sorry to the people I havn't talked to in a while too, I would certainly like to change that. So hopefully I'll see some of you this weekend, honestly.
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[27 Aug 2004|12:37am] |
School..is going to be extremely tough this semester. I'm pretty sure I want to major in physics, but I can't take any physics classes until I've had calculus..which will take two more semesters. I'm going to be in this town forever, but as of now that seems ok. Knowing that I'll be at SPC for at least another year and a half makes me sort of sad, but I've been having a really great time lately. Although I'm not going to be able to hang out as much as before due to certain studying obligations, I hope we will still be able to get some pier parties together, or just get togethers in general.
I told my manager at work that I only wanted to work 20 days max, but next week i have 35. I applied for a part-time job, what the hell doesn't he understand about that.
Oh well..besides all that crap that no one cares about everything has been good for the most part. I've been seeing a lot of things from an incline, goals becoming harder to reach...I'm sort of sick of the "if you work hard enough, you'll obtain it" gimmick, because I personally don't believe that's true in every situation. I do, however, think if you want something bad enough, you'll figure out a way to get it. Example: I really want to go to Japan...but everyday my already low bank account dissipates at a rate that I can't even keep up with. So my idea: steal a boat, and row my way there. But rowing all the way to Japan would make me really tired so..Katie will just do most of the paddling.
I just thought I would update with a seemingly thoughtful update just to assure everybody of my exsistence..hope everyone is doing ok.
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| just another jeremiad for your collection |
[06 Jul 2004|09:09pm] |
I just woke up and walked out of my room. The sun from outside protruded through the room with such demand, I became temporarily blinded. It's such a great feeling when an experience like that forces you to have these bizarre, favonian fantasies, right on impulse. I was hoping something like that would act as a sort of epiphany, letting me look at things from a different prospective. I often tell myself right before i shut my eyes as I go to sleep that when I awake, everything will be different. I'll be a better person: actually do my school assignments on time, enjoy going to work, not be such an insensitive asshole all the time..It never really works though. On occasion, I do my homework, and tell my mom she looks good today. But never do I feel adequate about it, I just feel like I'm masking my life away..day by day..
I really just want to be this starveling gutterpup, who lives off trash and enjoys life the recumbent way, rather then worrying about deadlines and not even being aware of whats going on across the seas. The news wouldn't even exist to me, and I would live a life of bliss. I've talked to some pretty cool homeless people downtown, and they seem to be happy for the most part. A lot of them are just psychotic., but at least they don't know.
And I just ate a fortune cookie, it reads "dont' be afraid", THAT IS NOT A FUCKING FORTUNE. goddamn. I guess I won't be afraid to through a cinder block at your face, crazy dragon express employee.
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[26 Jun 2004|03:33pm] |
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anyone interested in seeing dane cook at improv in ybor? july 29-31st..tickets are like 30$..blah.
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[17 Jun 2004|10:56pm] |
You would say anything and you would try anything
to escape your meaningless and your insignificance
You're uncontrollable and we are unlovable
And I don't want you to think that I care
I never would, I never could again
Why can't you just love her?
And why be such a monster?
You bully from a distance
Your brain needs some assistance
But I'll still take all the blame
Cause you and me are both one and the same
And it's driving me mad..
I'll take back all the things that I said
I didn't realize I was talking to the living dead
But I don't want you to think that I care
I never would
I never could again
You would say anything and you would try anything
To escape your meaningless and your insignificance
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[03 Jun 2004|02:23pm] |
Last night was definitely an obstruction in my battle against adolescence, but it was really a good time. A bunch of us headed out to an old baseball diamond and played kickball with a glowing playground ball, and used our shoes as bases. Man, good times..except I really shouldn't have ran into that fence at full speed..
Oh well..here's to growing up...I guess
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| i just hawked the grossest loogie of my life (my entry to you) |
[07 May 2004|11:45am] |
I was in the process of writing an entry I thought was pretty interesting until something completely thwarted any hope of that ever being so.
Something just caught my attention. I am such a goddamn moron, I obviously can't write (not that I ever claimed myself as a writer), using my own vocabulary is just absurd, and synthax..what..what is that? Christ, I'm glad some people find the time to write about how bad some people can write, and how uncultured some are and how one shouldn't be privileged to be alive. Reading about how dumb I am doesn't cause any provocative actions to my surprise, but the way you said it hit me, but you are one with words. Why you venture onto my journal is beyond my cares but how I ventured onto yours becomes an issue. I always admired what you had to say, even if I don't care about you. I don't think that's possible anymore, which is surprisingly disappointing. The only positive memories I had of you were some of the things you had to say, but now i'd rather be in a lecture on innovation techniques. I guess I really don't have any more reasons to impinge onto to your words, making you disappear a lot easier, and faster.
I know this will only slightly phase you, but I thought you should know. I guess you can finally consider yourself victorious. you win
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[05 May 2004|11:06pm] |
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Finally got a chance to see Dogville (starring Nicole Kidman) in Sarasota last night. It was seriously one of the best films I've seen, the town was made in a studio with the base of each house and garden and such outlined in chalk/paint. The story was incredible and you become totally engrossed. The characters in the film are so intriguing, it seems like you get to know them. I think everyone should make the trip to Sarasota to see this film, it's totally worth it. The ending is insanely unpredictable.
Here's a picture of the set. 
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[17 Apr 2004|03:08pm] |
there are two kinds of sufferers in this world: those who suffer from a lack of life, and those who suffer from an overabundance of life. I've always found myself in the second category. When you come to think of it, almost all of human behavior and activity is not essentially any different from animal behavior. The most advanced technologies and craftsmanship bring us at best up to the super-chimpanzee level. Actually, the gap between say Plato or Nietzsche and the average human is greater than the gap between that chimpanzee and the average human. The realm of the real spirit, the true artist, the saint, the philosopher, is rarely achieved. Why so few? Why is world history and evolution not stories of progress but rather this endless and futile addition of zeroes. No greater values can develop. Hell, the Greeks 3,000 years ago were just as advanced as we are. So what are these barriers that keep people from reaching anywhere near their real potential? The answer to that can be found in another question, and that's this. Which is the most universal human characteristic? Fear or laziness?
..any thoughts?
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[15 Apr 2004|01:29pm] |
So I guess I am taking summer classes..
Biology I - Cellular Processes
Biology I - Laboratory
Introduction to Philosophy
Intro Speech Communication
So I do have tomorrow off from work, and there will be a "little get together" at my house, let me know if you are coming, and if you are drinking bring your own shit or give me some money today. And if you bring someone, don't let it be an asshole. Seriously though, call me up, or message me for info and shit aim: birds ate my dog
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[13 Apr 2004|12:08am] |
So today I realize that I am not a fan of taking 7+ hour naps, anymore. Today I came home from class around 10:30am and just passed out in my tent. I seriously didn't make any attempt to wake up till well after 6pm. The whole experience (or lack of) just left me sort of exhausted and unmotivated. A huge disappointment because I had all these intentions of sleeping half the day, studying for the remainder. At least the first half went by flawlessly. Blah, I seriously feel more awake when I go to sleep late, and rise early.
On a better note, my Grandma gave me her collection of Frank Sinatra records and Bing Crosby 45's. I can't thank her enough cause I've been listening to them quite religiously the past couple of days..they definitely are better than the cd's I bought awhile back with horrible sound quality. I've been switching between Bane, Frank Sinatra, and Nada Surf latly...an interesting, but totally appropriate mix for some reason.
..so I guess I'm back?
yeah.. I'm still feeling pathetic, with this quote being played in my head repeatedly: "but I'm wearing a mustache."
-dan
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[08 Apr 2004|08:50pm] |
hey, let's all get together saturday night..(katie, darin, peter, jess, ben, dick, madeleine etc.....)
haha sorry livejournal is the only way to really reach out to people it seems.
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[11 Jan 2004|03:06am] |
officially my last post.
my thoughts and feelings really should be kept to those who deserve to know, and friends only journals just seem weird, but i'll still be reading (for the most part).
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[05 Jan 2004|12:00pm] |
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god and vodka?
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[04 Jan 2004|10:25pm] |
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Not to brag, but I personally think that my door knob locks in my car are better than anybody else's in this town.
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[29 Dec 2003|03:27am] |
im leaving for a week or so yall. destination: unknown.
stay out of trouble Peter and CO.
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[25 Dec 2003|01:36am] |
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alright fools, its christmas day and im about to go to bed. merry christmas everyone, or happy holidays to those who don't celebrate. seriously guys, we are all a lot older and christmas isn't the same, but it is still christmas and it can still be fun and meaningful. we can push pause on our bright eyes and elliot smith cds for one day, i hope everyone has a good day and everything seems perfect. especially all you fags up north with snow.
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