I love fun bands.

Uhn Tiss Uhn Tiss Uhn Tiss, Baby.

(music video)

Laughing is fun.

Ah, the internet.

Me: dude i have cash. i DONT carry cash anymore
Me: what a weird feeling
Me: that the texture and smell of money brings back
Chris: hmm, yeah I don't use cash much
Chris: cash is for suckers
Chris: along with a long list of other things
Chris: which I will run through right now
Chris: left handed scissors
Chris: non-universal remotes
Chris: the Irish
Chris: being on time
Chris: umm....laserdiscs
Chris: anything to do with Paris Hilton
Chris: leashes when they're not leaches
Chris: and so forth
Chris: put that in your pipe and suck it
Chris: I mean smoke it
Me: HAHAHA
Me: you're funny
Chris: I'm just ramblin
Chris: I'm a ramblin guy

Oh, late night, late night.

Mariannn, I'm sorry I didn't get to call you back!

Monkey Head, why are you sitting on the floor? Don't look at me like that!

Pika-Pika-Pika!

Happy Robanukah!

*dances like robot*

It's 2:32 a.m. I have to sleep now. Was machst du?!

I miss my fork. Gimme back my fork. Ha. I'll cut you!

my WEEKEND!

I know architecture is a demanding college, but I am going to go ahead and choose to complain about this weekend. The one we're in. Right now. This is it. I spent portions of BOTH days at the university working on a structures project. People say that we actually have to have some plaster models cast by tomorrow for studio (I know this probably means nothing to you), but I can't come up with a design! So how can I cast into a mold I don't have?! AHHH!

In other news, there is no other news. Until maybe later. When I randomly make up some news. Out of boredom. And you'll love it. Like icing on a cake sans cake.

Mmm... sans cake.

nocturnal state.

Let's waste time
Chasing cars
Around our heads...

I love that song.

I am willing to put money down on the fact that this September of 2006 is probably one of the most chaotic months of my life. i'm not complaining, just filling you in. normally, this would be the point in the entry where I'd go into detail about every little smidgeon of a detail, but I'm not going to. I experienced it once, why relive it again?

I guess the point in bringing this chaos up at all is that in one short month (which still isn't over) I have gone from the utmost confidence and optomisim to the darkest depths of motivation, fragile to anybody asking me if I was okay, getting watery-eyed at the thought of it all... and still managing to go to school and get through life.

"That's life," you say. DUH, I know, man. I'm just proud of myself for handling it so well. Of course, I naturally owe thanks to my family, Vix*, and S* (and S's friends). Part of me wishes a lot that happened this month had never occurred... but then I wouldn't have had the epiphany that is S come my way.

I cleaned my apartment tonight, rearranged the bedroom furniture (which means I rotated the bed ninety degrees and put it up on cube cinderblocks for extra storage room), and reorganized the closet so I could make the bedroom floor absolutely clean. AHHHHH, a messy weight has been lifted! I love that fresh-clean feeling. Oh! I also washed the bed sheets and redressed the bed, cleaned the bathroom... took out a lot of trash/things I no longer want, and put my past in a box. (It had to be done for my sanity).

Tonight was a football game night and I didn't get to go. I was at school for a few hours this afternoon working in the woodshop with my partner on our second load frame (see the Architektin journal for a similar project) and then S was busy so I came home and cleaned as mentioned above.

Now it's rolling towards 5 a.m. and I have to be to school around noon to continue working on the load frame. So, I shall stop this here and hopefully someone might identify with how I've been feeling. Or not.

Why don't you call me when you're sober.

*pseudonyms for privacy

Like a black cat...

You crossed my path in traffic today in the 12 o'clock hour. Quite frankly it made me want to vomit. Had I not pulled off the road a few minutes earlier to make a phone call, I would have had the privilege of continuing to never see you again.

Your perfect eyes.

Snow Patrol . Chasing Cars

We'll do it all
Everything
On our own

We don't need
Anything
Or anyone

If I lay here
If I just lay here
Would you lie with me and just forget the world?

I don't quite know
How to say
How I feel

Those three words
Are said too much
They're not enough

If I lay here
If I just lay here
Would you lie with me and just forget the world?

Forget what we're told
Before we get too old
Show me a garden that's bursting into life

Let's waste time
Chasing cars
Around our heads

I need your grace
To remind me
To find my own

If I lay here
If I just lay here
Would you lie with me and just forget the world?

Forget what we're told
Before we get too old
Show me a garden that's bursting into life

All that I am
All that I ever was
Is here in your perfect eyes, they're all I can see

I don't know where
Confused about how as well
Just know that these things will never change for us at all

If I lay here
If I just lay here
Would you lie with me and just forget the world?

Mess Factor.

Yay for:

Cheering me up with your "mess factor" quotations. Really. A happy ending to a frustrating day.

The TKE tank top I got without having to participate in the contest! One tequila, Two tequila, Three tequila, FOUR. (Last night's drink list.)

Opening my eyes.

Boo for:

Frustration with an architecture project.

Saying there was tension.

Not enough free time.

Things have been super crazy since school started. I'm sure I've posted that about a billion times already. I have forgotten if I did mention the craziness and, quite frankly, I'm too tired to check, so :oP.

It is now 3:33 am. I should have been in bed two hours ago. I wanted to be anyway. Today I have to spend massive amounts of energy focusing on school and not worrying about "what if it doesn't turn out right".

My apartment is a mess and I either have no time to thoroughly clean it, or I am just too dang tired when I get home at 4am from school. I did vacuum up the soiled soil that was soiling the carpet the other day, however, and it felt good to finally take care of it. (How much Dole could a Bob Dole dole if a Bob Dole could Dole Dole?)

Alright. It's late enough and I have focusing to do.

Sweet dreams.

Singing Bunny!

I can't stop laughing!

A Little's Enough.

What happens when all the crap puffs are gone?

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

*current mood = breeching insanity*

i'm so restless this past week. lots of stuff has been going on that really has me testing my own limits... and having my limits tested by others. GAH. like right now i really wish i had something good to write in here, but now i suppose i'm writing just for the sake that i'm lonely right now.

FINE! i'll clean my apartment. my apartment. my. apartment. my. insanity.

foxtrot

it's freaking 4 a.m. why am i up. why, i ask without a question mark. bam margera is driving a banana car.

uniform

i really should be asleep. i will pay for this all day. but that's why there's coffee and great music, right.

charlie

a new leaf has been almost unwillingly turned. days will pass. projects will get done. parties need to be attended. many.

kilo

driving needs to happen. lots. up the mountain. down the mountain. too fast. too hard. to the limit.

confidence gets you far. you sound like you know what you're talking about and they start to think you do. it's amazing. ooh la la.

Oh, the memories...

I'll see you in detention, Mr. Braaaaaaaaand!

Croc Hunter taken out of this world.

That's right, folks. It was reported about four hours ago that the 44 year old Croc Hunter, Steve Irwin, was killed by a stingray barb in his chest while filming a documentary in Australia.

I wasn't into his show at all, but it is sad that "good" people die when so many who lead lives of crime live on "forever".

"Llama face!"

mos-qui-tos.

I absolutely love Dashboard Confessional's Don't Wait music video. You should definitely check it out.

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The weather is AWESOME today - completely overcast. I fell asleep last night in the 1 o'clock a.m. hour - tv and light on. I was so out of it. Not feeling well. Totally crashed. Woke up around 4 a.m., light still on, tuned to music videos on the tv, sat there on the edge of the bed and tried to figure out just what the !@#%^% was going on - I still didn't feel good.

But then out of nowhere I had this epiphany for my arch studio project so I drew it in my sketchbook. Then I started sketching a guy in a music video. Then I wrote down a few song names. Then I looked at the clock, it was shortly after 5 o'clock a.m., and thought, "Crap, I can't sleep. What am I gonna do now?" Then I realized that I was in the Golden Hour. That oh-so-wonderful hour where the ambient light from the rising sun is beginning to light up the horizon, but the giant blazing ball has yet to surface.

Then it happened again - a jolt of inspiration! I was all but going to seize the moment so I got dressed, grabbed my essentials, and hit the road. Drove Eastward across town (about 20 miles) and headed up the mountain - it had been a while. The last time I was up on the mountain, my car had yet to be repaired, and the drive was not that enjoyable. This morning, however, windows down, elevation changing, the car was screaming, and the raw feeling of VTEC was felt in the pedals, steering wheel, and shift knob of my car... I was truly loving the experience. This may be cliche, but none of you will understand just how I felt unless you've driven this car. And I mean DRIVEN.

After all of the recent rain, life is flourishing on the mountain. I thouroughly enjoyed the outcroppings of rocks surrounded by green desert grasses and the overcast sky that was enveloping the peaks of the mountains. Theoretically, I was touching the clouds. It was awesome. My car handled the hairpin turns with no extraneous effort and definitely no regard for the speed limit. ;o)

The sun still isn't visible so today is turning out to have that cozy, warm blanket feeling. Mmmm...

Sad to say I did not stop to get any pictures today, though it would've been p-e-r-f-e-c-t, because the ride was just that bad-ass.