everything except himself

My cousin is out of jail now (not that you knew he was in jail). My mother’s birthday is today. Me? I’ve been listening to Keane’s “Under the Iron Sea,” lately. I think I should probably go check myself into a ward before I start abusing substances out of depression.

I’ve decided that bands get signed solely on their music video value. EMO kids come with stage make-up! Genius: Last November - Sniper.

I hate it when it rains in Marietta. There were like 3 spots where police officers were cleaning up car accidents on the commute home Tuesday night. There have been some pretty wickedly ironic scenes, though, come to think of it. First, there was this “One Way” sign that had obviously been hit by a car. It was bent in such a way that the sign’s “One Way” arrow was pointing into the sky. That Tuesday night, one of the accidents involved this van that had these words on the back: “Jesus Saves.” While my heart goes out to those people, I think I need to find a way to write like that. It wouldn’t be in some cliche way. I don’t know, but it seems interesting.

This wound up on a piece of notebook paper while I was doing my taxes: link

So, I checked my school email to find that I have 2 more essays due and 32 e-mails from Facebook. You’d think that it has such a hold on most people’s lives that you wouldn’t need those e-mails. Someone made a comment that my profile was kind of scant on personal information, so there’s more of that here.

Well, it turns out that there was a bar I could go to, but we had company. If that particular one wasn’t only on Saturday, I would have gone tonight. So, I decided to do something else to get into character for this paper I have to write, pretending to be a homosexual. I shaved my chest. Being descended from wookies, it took me over an hour and a half to do. I could really pass for an emo kid now, what with the hair and now this. Maybe I’ll start a band where all of our song metaphors somehow have to deal with blood and/or cutting. Hmmm, probably not.

Work in progress, #4 - Davey Havok as Vishnu: link

Today was kind of “bleh” for me. I skipped Chemistry this morning, and spent the time shaving my beard off instead among other things. I thought that today, getting to see someone I hadn’t seen in a while, would be more exciting. Oh, well.

And I have this essay for STS, which is a scientific controversy discussion class, about homosexuality. Catch is it’s like that book by Griffin, namely “Black Like Me.” So, homosexuality is determined to come from a gene, how do you, as a homosexual, feel? Answer: “Special Genetic Pattern Identified, Gay Like Me.” Clever, right? Anyway, I’ve already read the chapter for it, so at least that’s out of the picture. I wish I was old enough to go to a gay bar, though. It’s always humorous to see professors taken aback by some of the stuff I do. Maybe I’m an attention whore?

So, I’ve had to clean my room over the weekend. Childish, I know. It’s really still not clean, per se. I mean, there’s still a pile of clothes, albeit mostly folded, on my bed. I really need to reorganize my room altogether due to Christmas’ addition of a futon. Now my room is duplicitous in nature, having two beds, though one doubles as a sofa. Obviously, if two people lived in my room, that would make sense, but it’s really more of a nuisance than anything else. They’re catecorner to each other now, when they ought to be parallel; they’ve all but encased my bookcase. Honestly, I need another bookcase. For as much reading as I don’t do for school, I really do like to read, though I much prefer poetry to prose — brevity is key, simplicity with weight.

On a side note, I’ve become quite taken with management. The textbook makes it boring at best, but it’s a topic of interest to me. I ought to get my act together and quit wasting time.