So it's been forever, as always. Things have changed in just about the biggest way possible since I last posted. I don't feel like writing about things, so instead here are a bunch of pictures in somewhat chronological order. These are a general summation of some of the major things that have been going on. As for the specifics and all the other crazy details... oh my sweet angry Jesus... there is way too much to put in a single post. Or even a dozen. I guess I can sum it all by saying... My life is nothing like it used to be... and yet it is exactly the same as it always was.

Wait a minute... that wasn't a good summation at all. That was just a pseudo-poetic turn of phrase meant to confuse and intrigue while making the writer seem mysteriously vague. I am Cryptic Man, the master of not saying anything meaningful and instead spouting random things that don't mean anything but sound great!

Anyway, on to the photos.

( Onward, mortals )

Sometimes I think I am the worst person in the entire world.

Then I remember that Ann Coulter is still alive.

Which makes me the 2nd worst.

So... I freakin' love snow. A lot. Especially a lot of snow.

( Attack of the Yeti and Other Snowy Adventures )

My parents have lost it. What started off as a simple remodel of one room, just replacing some windows and redoing all the paint and stuff has become a full scale remodel of the whole freakin 1st story.

About a week ago they decided that there was all this crazy stuff they wanted to do to the house. And so today I come home from Italian at about 8 pm and I find that they had the remodeling construction-worker people knock down a bunch of walls. WALLS. And so now the entire first story is this weird construction-site looking thing. I don't understand. It looks like the set of a horror movie. I actually screamed when I saw it.

I think my parents are smoking crack.

I can't wait for NaNoWriMo this year. CAN. NOT. WAIT.

Damn you October. All you are is 31 more days that I have to wait until November.

I had breakfast this morning jamming to Iron Maiden. Nothing tastes better than french toast with Number of the Beast blasting in the background.

So, as always, it has been forever since I last posted. Since my last post, a gazillion interesting things have happened. And yet at the same time, nothing at all has really happened. Life goes on.
( This is gonna be one long entry. )

Went and saw the midnight showing of Pirates of the Carribean: Dead Mans Chest.

That
Was
A
Damn
Good
Movie.

DAMN GOOD.

So very very damn good.

Go see it now. Everyone.

So good. Everything about it was amazing. It was way better than the first.

I'm not going to actually describe why. All I'm gonna say is that its good.

So very very good.

good.


so.

good.

So... today was an interesting day. A strange mix of really crappy, not so crappy, and totally fantabulastically awesome.

Lets start with the fantabulastically awesome.

I bought the newest release from this band Damone, and I am totally and utterly in love with it in every way possible (maybe not sexually. Although who knows in this modern world of ours). There is nothing, NOTHING, in this world that rocks more than a female lead singer who can belt it like a diva with guitar skills to match in a 80's glam metal influenced power-pop band. Its like fucking heaven. For those of you who know the Hollis Wake, imagine their catchy pop-punk stuff injected with hardcore 80's hairdo's, big leather jackets, and wailing guitar solos. Thats Damone. It's the sweetest thing since life itself.

Now, moving on to the REALLY CRAPPY.

Not but 2 hours after purchasing this musical masterpeice, I come out of a meeting a the New Mexican to find that.... yeah... my CD case had been stolen right out of my car. I guess I left a window open far enough for someone to reach down and unlock the door, and since my CD case was laying in the front seat.... easy target. So now I have nothing. There were 120 CD's in that CD case. Goddamnit. Including some CD's that I wont be able to repurchase, as they were rare/are now out of print/were from touring bands that don't have CD's in stores or on le internet.
Whoever took my fucking CD's, I really honestly hope you dont just sell them. I actually won't care that much if you steal them and listen to them and start to totally dig some of the bands in there. That would rock. So please have fun with them and enjoy them and treat them with love and respect. OR ELSE, MUTHAFUCKAH!


That thar be a lot of empty CD cases that now have no corresponding CD's to go inside of them. Oh, the balance of nature has been upset. I foresee great chaos.

But anyway, the good thing that came out of this was that my Smashing Pumpkins stuff is safe here at home. All the EP's, singles and other stuff that I would never find again is still around (in fact I am currently clutching most of it to my bosom warmly). Also, as my brand new Damone CD was still in my cars CD player, it also was not stolen. Thank the big guy upstairs.

Now, on to the not so crappy.
I've been talking with my Super Head Editor ladies at Generation Next about doing a big peice about teen suicide, which is a fairly big issue round these parts, and pretty much everywhere else. This girl Teresa and I were both pretty excited about doing something that actually had meaning, and had actual impact on the world. So we were all pumped about it, and apparently so were the editors, because they upgraded it from just a front page story to an entire package deal with its own seperate magazine-style thing. So now its up to Teresa and me to brainstorm and manage the whole thing. Which promises hours of stress, but mostly likely a deeply satisfying feeling of accomplishment at the end. And I havent had a feeling like that in.... Wow.... a few years, at least.

Yay, kind of. But also a bit depressing.

I was bored this weekend, and since I haven't done ANY writing lately, my muse finally got her lazy ass out of her crappy 4th floor studio apartment and took a walk around the writers block. What came out was sort of a character creation peice. I dunno exactly for whom, it was just more of an excercise in expression.

"The concept of infinity is one so important to humanity. We deal with it everyday as if it were nothing, a minor concept that plays little role in life. However, that is not true. Rather, our lives play little roles in it, coloring in tiny, infinitesimal specks of a drawing so huge we cannot begin to understand it. We try though. Boy do we try. Everything from religion to science to mathematics has tried to grasp infinity, and so far as I can tell, all have failed miserably. But not because they can define it, and not because they don’t know to explain it: it’s because we as humans are defined by the finite, and this includes our capacity for understanding. Everything we do and are is rooted in finality, our ability to end, to cease. It is both a release and a hindrance; we both love and loathe the idea of end.
But what happens when the concept of finality is removed? What happens when humans are thrust into a world free of boundaries in the first four dimensions? When the constraints of space and time are removed, who do we become?
I can answer this question. I know first hand what it is to know infinity, to stare it face and to see in it my own demise, as well as the demise of everything I’ve ever known and understood. I’ve been swallowed whole by it, consumed by it. Though I can never beat it, I have learned to accept it as a friend. It is my father and mother and brother and sister. I both grow up along side it, and am tutored and raised by it. Infinity has shown me many things about myself, and my past, present, and future.
Though I myself am finite, I know that in this place, my actions are not. I change infinity with every breath, with every second that I remain living. I send ripples of causality down the river of time so great that a thousand years from now, what I do could destroy entire civilizations. I am a tool of infinity, and vice versa. We enhance each other, make each other stronger, a gargantuan symbiotic relationship that encompasses all that is and ever will be. I alone can understand this. I alone have probed the furthest depths of infinity and come back unscathed. Changed, but unscathed."

So thar be the first peice of writing I've done in at least a few months. Now my muse has gone back home to water her potted plants and eat salt & vinegar chips. Lazy ho.

I love you Billy.
I love you Jimmy.
I love you James.
I love you D'arcy.

I love you Smashing Pumpkins.

Please come back. All of you... PLEEASE...


http://smashingpumpkins.com/

Haven't updated in ten million years. Maybe I should at least show signs of life.
If I actually have one. I don't think I do.

( We dance around a mexican hat )

Gasp! Everything is behind a cut. Because it's too long and annoying to burden the internet with. Poor, abused little internet. *pat pat*

( Some random mappish info and other bags full of fun )

Surreal : 1. Having the intense irrational reality of a dream. 2. My life right now.


As a sidenote; I wouldn't be able to live without Chris Isaak.

And so the brightness grows brighter....

Lets hope it continues...


The Black Heart Procession make me feel so warm and fuzzy inside...

So... I haven't updated in a while. There is so much I could say, but I don't know if I feel like typing it out.
I'll start with school. School started last thursday.. and... to say the least, this year is going to drain every ounce of life from my withered little man-soul. I'm taking 3 Advanced Placement classes (English 3, Physics, and US History), as well as Newspaper and Pre-calc and Trigonometry. Which, in short, means I'm taking my freshmen year of College right now, as a Junior. It SOUNDS nice, but its not. Its craploads of work and sometimes the physics is a little over my head (and by that I mean I don't know shit.) My teachers are sort of okay... The worst is Mr Hancock, my History teacher, because all he does is lecture for the entire 1 1/2 hour period, while we have to take notes. Its retarded. My Physics teacher, Ms Gerlach, seems pretty cool. She gives a lot of work, and like I said I don't understand most of it (mostly the trigonometry) but in general she seems nice. The rest of my teachers are... either good, or... I havent decided yet.

In other news, I have come to the conclusion that life is meaningless.

And... I have no cool pictures to post these days. thats how boring life is.

There is one bright spot that has me looking foreward to school each day. But no information on that now. I'll elaborate soon enough, after I judge the situation and determine whether I have reason to pursue it.

Maybe, just maybe, I could have something to give me reason to live.

( Lj Scissor-work here for length and general mushiness which most people probably dont wanna read.. )

So a few days ago, I ran off into the arroyo behind my house with the digital camera and took some pictures... just because I was absolutely bored. Here's some of the better ones..

( When you're bored and too close to an arroyo, guess what you do? )

Yay for camping, lakes, boats, tubing, and swimming!
Nay for sunburns!

And thats what this weekend was. Lots of fun. Lots of swimming. Lots of dangerous, sexually active little underwater plants... with molestey hands of fury...


And pirates! Because at random moments throughout the trip, Holly and I felt like we belonged with Captain Hook! (oh if only we could be there next to him... comandeering ships, shooting things.. stabbing people... booty...)

On a different note, I start my first day of work tomorrow! Starting last friday I became an official employee of the Santa Fe Public Schools! and now the public schools own my soul. Oh well. I wasn't really using it. So I THINK I'll be working 9-5 5 days a week, but for tomorrow at least I'll be working 8-5. I'll see what happens. And I still have my job with the newspaper, so I should be making enough money too... spend it all. YAY!

AND...

*drumroll* UTAH!!! IN TWO WEEKS!!!!



Yeah.. thats the actual Mapquest map of Utah. You'd think they'd go into a bit more detail than that.

If anyone hasn't already noticed, I'm having fun redoing the colors in my journal. So it's kinda on a acid-trip like swirly vortex of colorchange. If anyone is epileptic, please don't look.
It should totally different when I'm done. Hopefully all pimped out, but at the very least different.

So.... rubber_ducky1 has abducted me and forced me to play along with this sick, twisted game of cat and mouse! Only not really...

But anyway, in the name of fun and friendliness:

List your current six favorite songs, then pick six other people to do the same.
(in no particular order)

An Epic of Time Wasted- by Avenged Sevenfold
Carmen- by Anything Box
We Both Go Down Together- by The Decemberists
Whats Up Turbo- by Those Peabodys
Winter's Here- by Hope
Lose You- by Pete Yorn

And because I'm not very much of a rebel and I could potentially go on for 3 years and 46 days trying to name all my favorite songs, I'll stop there.

And as for picking 6 people to do the same thing... almost every single person on my sadly miniscule friends list has already done it. So theres no point in naming anyone.

By the way... If any one person out there knows who all 6 of the bands I named are, then I will gladly give you my heart and soul.

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On a slightly different note, this happens all the time. Isn't that sad? Poor little bug. Poor icky gooey tire. Life is complicated.