And that's all I needed. Just to not feel alone. That's all anyone really needs right?
Wednesday, June 16, 2010
Chemistry
I'm glad we had dinner because now I know that I'm not alone. We may not be together, and we may never be, but that's just fine.
Wednesday, June 2, 2010
Play It Again (Semi rant and reflection?)
The funny thing about writing is that it's harder to do when you yourself are a writer. Now, I'm not saying I'm Ernest Hemingway or anything, but it's difficult for me to put out what I want to say in an elegant manner, one in which I'm actually satisfied with. The comma I just used is a comma splice by the way.
You know, I can't wait for this year to end. I miss my friends. I guess I really took it for granted how we were able to just talk about anything so simply and feel perfectly comfortable about it. Or we could just lie around in someones car and just listen to music. Speaking of which, Ed and I chilled in my car after we got some pho, and we were listening to music in my car. When I finally decided to start the engine, we shortly learned that my car ran out of batteries. I think that happened because I accidentally put the AC on. So for about 1 - 2 hours, we listened to more music. And it was good. Jerry swung by afterwards to jumpstart my car, and we left, but I forgot where we went afterwards.
We were dissatisfied Socratess, plural. Maybe dissatisfieds socrates? Whatever, as long as you get the idea. Maybe individually we weren't the happiest, but we were always out for each other to make each other happy. But I like it like that better. Life isn't about making yourself happy. It's about being happy with other people. Which in turn, makes you happy.
And I'm a nice guy. Or that's what people tell me all the time, and I feel like it's true I guess. I try to be nice and fair all the time. It's just how people should act all the time. I say this not because I'm some goody two shoes or something (though theres nothing wrong with being one if you are). I speak from experience. When you yourself are treated unfairly or douchelike, you remember how it feels, and you refrain from ever behaving that way to others.
But I'm at a crossroads now. Does a satisfied pig deserve to be treated like a dissatisfied Socrates? Idealistically yes, everyone should be treated fairly and nicely. But this world is far from ideal.
I'm tired of lies and manipulation, of being used and under-appreciated. Playing the fool is something I'm really good at, and I do it so I don't have to hurt anyone's feelings. But this is the internet. I'm gonna quote south park on this: You have a lot of growing up to do, suck my balls.
I'll be gone as soon as I can, I can smell summer. Don't be so scared to take a second for reflection.
Tuesday, June 1, 2010
Hyped Up Right Now
So if you haven't already heard yet, my right shoulder has this condition called shoulder instability where it pops out occasionally under stressful situations. For example, if I fall over and brace myself for impact, I would probably pop my right shoulder out. Or if I'm bench pressing, it's possible that my shoulder would also pop out.
"ANYTHING IS POSSIBLLLLLE!!!"
Definitely one of my favorite songs.
But it's ok, I'm planning on working out like crazy this summer anyways because...
"ANYTHING IS POSSIBLLLLLE!!!"
I think that's going to be my new mantra. I'm gonna yell that after my finals,
"ANYTHINGS POSSIBLLLEEEE!!!!"
or when I final learn how to dunk,
"ANYTHINGS POSSIBBLLLLLLLEEEEE!!"
and if our dorm room bathroom is clean for once when I enter it to go take a dump,
"man I'm so hyped right now, ANYTHINGS POSSIBBLEEEEEEE!!"
Does anybody remember the song Knock You Down? It was overplayed by every radio station, but now that it's died down, you can give it a good clean listen again.
That electric violin sound that they use for the chords sound amazingly thick and rich. And the hi-hat is crisp as it should be. I think this is one of the best put together songs there are. The music video is pretty G as well. The rap is really clear and fluid too.
Definitely one of my favorite songs.
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