Monday 31 December 2007

Resolution

I will make a list.  I will check it twice.  I will never get to it.  I hate changing, even for the better.  I will not think of the year collectively, because my stance on a year is how I feel in the present.  People see this as a turning point, but to me it is all continuous.  Everything will be the same tomorrow.  




I find this as an appropriate song for the new year.  The lyrics are phenomenal.  And although, I prefer the album version, this live performance is damn good.

Monday 24 December 2007

BTW



This is such a beautiful song and video. The song meshes a Beirut beat: very exotic, yet comforting and welcoming; James Mercer's voice (I believe they're Swedish); and Kanye West's infatuation with diamonds (used as a metaphor, naturally). Great stuff.

How to get over yourself

1. You are not Holden Caulfield. And stop thinking you are the only one who relates to him.
2. As of right now, "Atlas" by Battles has been played 692,785 times on youtube. Unless you have no life, and have watched it that many times on youtube: other people listen to them. Get over it.
3. Stop thinking that the superficial morons you talk to are the only people that can listen to that music. They have no idea what they are talking about half the time and don't appreciate culture. Unless culture is a bong hit and an ecstasy tablet.
4. American Apparel is a ripoff. You buy 14 dollar plain shirts that shrink two sizes after they have been washed.
5. Take a walk alone. See nature.
6. Reminisce.
7. Regret.
8. Own up to the asshole you have made yourself into.
9. Become your own person (not to sound too Jeanelle Fu).
10. Repeat, if needed.

Friday 21 December 2007

Trust

Trust has never been something I was good at.

Perhaps it has been the multitude of friends that have screwed me over. Was I naive to think that the next one were any different? Maybe it isn't even the fact they lied, but the circumstances. I have never been fond with the term "fake"; however, it seems I always befriend the fake kid. The one who talks shit about you behind your back and tries to cut you from their life, the one who makes promises to you they don't keep, and the one who is completely licentious and superficial. Whichever reason it may be- it leaves me high and dry; and colder and more distant for the next person that tries to reach out to me. It is fucking cruel. And it is fucking wrong.

Today I joked around that I will drive to the forest and practice witchcraft. As today progressed, I realized I was only partly joking; I really need to get the hell away from society. And by society, I mean Walnut.

I'm starting to hate everything about this place. But there are a few people that remind me that life moves on. And to them, I would like to say "Thank You" (which would be an understatement).

Thursday 20 December 2007

The Trunk

If there were any place I would want to be, it would be the trunk of my car. On a rainy day with nowhere to go, the small open space behind my two-seater welcomes me. I curl into the fetus position, and stare at the sky; with the rain silently dancing on the window. It is there I write stories, it is there I feel warm and dry, and it is there I can truly think.


I guess good things do come in small packages.

Saturday 15 December 2007

Night Crawler

My reactions to things are always the opposite of what they should be:

When I am happy, I am depressed.
When I am depressed, I am happy.

I now question loneliness: It's 9:30 and I am going 60 through Chino Hills Parkway.

I have never felt more comfortable in my life.

Sunday 2 December 2007

Fight or Flight pt.2

Fight or Flight?

This time I will fight till the bone, baby.





It absolutely will not happen again.