bigbadbaron

How are things?

2007-03-30T19:36:13Z

Things are well. Rory, I expect I might be seeing you soon, because I'm taking a trip out west presently, the first of may or so, and I may be heading up north from SoCal, up towards you, actually, I gots family in Oregon.
Though things are indeed well, I'm in one of those introspective, what am I doing with my life and do I like what I'm doing periods. This reflection vascillates between constructive/exciting, and numbing/depressing. Really, I'm not looking for advice, but just a place to write this down because I can't seem to write about this in any way that I can make money off it. Oh, and even worse, I may be published, but that which might be published is a 4 year old recollection of some very...personal moments and memories in my life. So where am I now, I must ask myself. And the answer, well that's the rub of it, as the great emo prince once said. For what dreams may come when we are shuffled out of a Sales Associate position at Radioshack that comes with a shiny plastic badge and cursory knowledge of consumer electrnoics must give me anything BUT pause. Peace for now.

away

2007-03-27T18:22:14Z

I've been away for awhile...but I'm back, I think. I might as well give this livejournal thing another try, huh.

Dear God

2006-06-13T22:15:51Z

So I just got through my first day of work, the high point of which was eating at White Castle for my lunch break (6 sliders, fries...yum.) I'm doing like...sweatshop labor, making the labels that will be torn out of clothes a month later. 8 hours a day of pushing 3 buttons in slightly different sequences...I think I'm going to go insane. But I make ten dollars an hour..so whatever. Still though...to know that people will take my work, tear it out of the clothes that its sewn into, and then into the trash...I mean jesus. It might jsut be the three beers I shotgunned...but goddamn that seems depressing, doesn't it? Tangentally, I found out that nearly everything is made in India. And seda is spanish for silk. I need another beer...

I need heeeelp

2006-06-08T20:22:27Z

I am going to go insane :/ I'm confused and uncomfortable...and I think I'm allergic to change. I mean...carrots. Anyway...Elena you need to call me so you can ask, "What in the world is wrong?" And I can be like, "OVERLOAD". And then we can repeat this process over and over again. (SMAHTENUPINEH!)

So Basically...

2006-06-01T05:59:10Z

I was just watching a commercial for Pizza Hut--they're toting some new stuffed crust monstrosity...and I've had about all I can take. There are some concessions that one has to make in life, but I cannot and will not abide eating pizza backwards. There's a rhyme and reason to eating pizza. The tangy, complex flavor of the bread, cheese, and tomato sauce combination followed by the crust to cleanse the palate. It's a by the numbers ordeal, and throwing that organization back in the faces of the masters that engineered the marvel that is pizza can only be seen as a wholehearted travesty. Fuck stuffed crusts--they go against the very tenants of intelligence and common sense.

I think I'm atrophying

2006-05-23T03:48:39Z

So...I have succeeded in my effort at doing as little as possible for the last 2-2.5 weeks. I have watched an unfathomable amount of television/movies, played a similar amount of video games, and smoked twice that much ganj. I think the chairs in my room are all conforming to my ass, and more worryingly, I think my body is starting to atrophe. I'm in a state of physical disrepair. I need some sort of biomechanical robot--maybe if I invent one I could fix myself AND make bajillions off the patent. If anyone has any design specs...or I could just do it with a rubber hose and an avocado...maybe 2. Anyway, someone fucking call me to distract my ever wand'ring mind...please.

I miss Simon's Rock so much

2006-05-21T19:01:11Z

I've been sitting here for an hour, listening to all the songs I heard about and started listening to at the rock. I was born a unicorn just came on, and I'm kind of baked, and it just hit me really hard that even though I'm going back next semester, all the people that defined my experience at the Rock--the people that took up the greatest deal of my consciousness, are going to be gone. I realized that the shit that happened to me over the past two years has been so intense and life-altering that it feels it will always be a part of who I am. And I want it that way. I hope I'm always a weird fucking rocker.

Quantum

2006-05-17T22:50:36Z

I was just watching this episode of the Sopranos during which a bit character has this short monologue about quantum physics--specifically the theory of the absence of opposing entities. For example--take the idea of two boxers fighting in the middle of the ring. These two warriors appear, to us, as 2 separate and opposing entities, when the truth is, they are one. We see them clash together and they appear as one, and, moreover, they are manifestations of the same chaotic cloud of molecules--so chaotic that we cannot even determine the difference between them or pinpoint their locations (think electron cloud). If this is the case, where does art fall? Some would say that art almost always arises out of conflict or, conversely, the absence of conflict. If there are no opposing entities, there is no oonflict, and therefore art has no place. While the idea that conflict gives way to art may be problematic (it probably is) the idea of inescapable oneness does seem to end all argument. Is the idea that we are all one a peaceful one? Or a boring one...I don't know. I'm going to go crank some shafts and we'll see who the boss is.

New to this

2006-05-17T19:15:51Z

Lets see...what am I gonna write. Ah, yes. Hello! I just created a LiveJournal account so I could...talk to people (and cause Elena told me to), and such. And according to Elena, I've dug a hole beneath my seesaw of dorkiness...it was MY metaphor but she totally used it against me.