gravity

it's for sure working against me. damned isaac newton and his apples..

other than that, a lot of much needed practice, and the foregoing of a lengthy explanation of the crazy shit's been going on the past few days, I have little to say.

so what if I like john mayer? he's a damn good guitarist.

keep me where the light is.

-enter B.A. solo-

davy, davy crockett. king of the wild frontier.

I'm not quite davy. but I was born and raised in Tennessee, so I think that makes me closer than many. point being, I'm going camping tonight. in my dad's backyard.

yes that sounds lame. but if it sounds lame, you probably haven't seen where my dad lives. it really is the middle of nowhere. and I've never explored behind his house, across the bridge over the creek.

taking a few good pals along is gonna make it better, as will the hobo packs for eating and summer brew for drinking (in our Bubba Keg!) watching the stars at night is truly peaceful. and making a wish on a shooting star or two gives me hope sometimes that this crazy life of mine just might make ends meet. (ha, didn't plan on making the end of that statement as alliterative as it was).

otherwise, I'm really in a good place right now. I could be doing more with my time, but I don't always. such is life. if you always made the most of every single second you'd inevitably explode. because some moments are supposed to last longer than others.....or something like that? camping. I was talking about camping.

heading out soon.

nature is calling me.

and I think I'll heed this call.

this time.

workworkwork

yeah that's what I do a whole lot of. (and I'm also aware that I ended a preposition, so shoot me)

working's all right so long as there's a bit of play to follow. and playing's all right so long as there's a bit of work to precede/follow. it's pretty much a neverending cycle, and I'm pretty sure that when you can find the balance between it all, you've reached nirvana.

life's all right sometimes. it's the mysteries that keep me intrigued mainly. and there are plenty of mysteries to choose from. (yes, another preposition at the end, what? do you want me to say "mysteries from which to choose? come on now). dreams are a fun one on which to focus my time (happy?). if only I could remember more of them than just snippets. I feel like I'm taking my own dreams out of context when I can only remember one, maybe two things. and then making up the rest as my now consciously thinking mind sees fit. it's unfair to poor, paralyzed, pure (ish) dreaming me.

thought about posting a wish/thought, but then remembered the old adage: you can wish in one hand, and [defecate] into the other, see which one fills up first. it never did hurt to dream, did it?

this one goes out to the friends I never had

late nights are all right with me. public enemies was a long ass movie. other than that, (excluding the weird camera techniques) it was a pretty good film. I, for some reason, only feel the need to capitalize "I" when typing on here. feels like I should at least capitalize something. most of the time I'm just a lowercase kind of guy.

speaking of, feeling slightly lowercase at the moment. crisis of identity of sorts, maybe? funny. not even sure if I'm having an identity crisis. living in the now can be pretty fun. and it's completely necessary, for sure, but recently I question the direction of things...not the least of which, what the fuck I'm really doing. seriously. real life's not as far away as it used to be, that's for sure. it's pretty scary sometimes just how close it really is.

dreams.

sometimes that's all they are, dreams. who am I to make them come true? for myself or anyone. damn. starting to sound straight up depressing with that stuff. what can you do though? when you realize that all I've done up to this point really doesn't amount to much. I'm a big 'motion-go-through-er'. and that is a pretty shitty aspect of life in which to excel as well as I do. off tomorrow, and what am I going to do with it? probably not shit.

it sucks knowing what you need to do, and still not doing it. from the smallest of small things to the biggest events in your life. shit.

should probably get out of this funk slide. unless it turns into a funk slide. .....yeah that only makes sense to me.

a moment of silence for those lost and unsure. namely yours truly.

perhaps, perhaps, and such. onto bigger and better things I hope.

after a few cups of good old waffle house coffee

still too damn lazy to hit that link to post more often.

hmmm. I was in one of those moods today. where you're in a good mood really, but you just wanna find the one person who pisses you off just the tiniest bit, and then rip into the unlucky bastard. un/fortunately I did not find said person, all my customers at work were fairly docile this evening.

movie plans with jordy didn't work out. so went to waffle house. came back to my place and here I am still flipping awake at 4:18 in the damn morning. hmmm. looks like google's a PC supporter, the hot keys for blogging are set up such that they're formatted to hit the control key, not the command key. communists. although I am rather a fan of the autosave function.

...............

arthur nersesian.

good author, great really, but I'm not entirely sure how I feel about Manhattan Loverboy. it's not bad by any measure. just. different. amazing how I can pull mindless things to write about when I'm dead tired, yet cannot sleep because of the caffeine still coursing through my body.

well, to quote Macbeth (as much as I hear that's a bad omen or something [not to mention the fact that this is really not quoting as it's bull shit taken out of context])

"to bed, to bed, to bed!"