I think this Vox whine-diary has run its course. I feel continually uninspired to use it. Vox has some issues that need to be worked out, much like myself, so I think it is best if we both part ways. I may end up blogging again somewhere else. I would probably bet on it, seeing as how I've had some form of a blog going on since I was 14. That's over half a decade of blogging. Yes, most of it was trite, and every time I read some of my older stuff I cringe and get embarrassed. That happens because I can't believe my writing, what I'm writing, and what I was like back then.
I'm pretty certain no one is going to miss me blogging because, in my six years of doing it, my readership has never actually expanded past my brother and a few other friends. I was never really worried about how many people read this because it was really just a place for me to vent or try to be funny or to put up some music I'd been feeling.
On that note, here is one last music video.
Broadcast to each house
They drop your name
But no one knows your face
Billboards quoting things you'd never say
You hang your head and pray
For Jesusland
What our ghosts will say
"We gave the world what it saw fit
And what'd we get?"
Another year. Nice. '08 wasn't too shabby, but I am glad to see it go. Didn't help that new years was totally boring and depressing this time around. Way to leave a bad taste in my mouth, MMVIII.
Lately I've just been plodding away at work and killing time at home until school gets back in. I feel like I've been slacking off my blogging here but nothing that interesting has really happened. Or at least nothing I'd want to write about here. =/
The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones that never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes "Awww!"
I'm sitting up at 6:45AM reading On the Road because I am trying to reset my sleep schedule. I plan to stay up until 11:00PM or so and sleep until 11:00AM or so. Hopefully this works out for me. I'm thinking that I can probably do this naturally, seeing as how I woke up at 5:30PM yesterday, but I may end up brewing a pot of coffee. I think I'll also go out and buy some breakfast this morning because I always like to go do that when I'm able (since I'm usually not up early enough to).
We fumed and screamed in our mountain nook, mad drunken Americans in the mighty land. We were on the roof of America and all we could do was yell, I guess—across the night, eastward over the Plains, where somewhere an old man with white hair was probably walking toward us with the Word, and would arrive any minute and make us silent.
I had an okay time in Crestview. A better time than I had anticipated anyways. Christmas was rather sparse, but I'm not upset over it considering my parents pay for my apartment and car, just paid for my sisters 16th birthday party, and the economy is in the shitter. At any rate, I finally got some money to buy some more RAM for my computer, so I'm happy. Not to mention, I got a wok and a cookbook by Alton Brown, so I can maybe try my hand at some more different dishes than I have been cooking.
Something, someone, some spirit was pursuing all of us across the desert of life and was bound to catch us before we reached heaven. Naturally, now that I look back on it, this is only death: death will overtake us before heaven. The one thing that we yearn for in our living days, that makes us sigh and groan and undergo sweet nauseas of all kinds, is the remembrance of some lost bliss that was probably experienced in the womb and can only be reproduced (though we hate to admit it) in death."
I experienced the most bizarre coincidence today. I was on Facebook earlier in the night and noticed that Chris Davis had mentioned to Porter that he was in Peniscola, at his brother's apartment. Since I haven't seen the guy in a while I told him that he should come over and hang out. I figured that he was probably somewhere relatively far away, and that he probably wouldn't be able to get here to hang out or vice versa, but as it turns out, his brother actually lives in the Foutains too. It was really weird how it played out online in conversation, and I'm sure I'm not translating that weirdness to here very well, but I assure you it was very odd. Anyways, we hung out and played Rock Band 2 and watched some of It's Always Sunny and had a pretty good time.
It is 7:00AM now and I getting tired. Hm. I may have to run up to the Hardee's down the road and have some coffee and breakfast.
I am back in Crestview for at least two days now. Hopefully, I can escape Friday or Saturday. Maybe I will run into some people I know while I am here? Hopefully not.
I am in town and the only people I care to hang out with are my girlfriend, my brother, and my roommates. All of whom I were hanging out with in Pensacola less than a day ago. I can't really think of anyone else I would want to see while I am here. Well, I might give Steven a call. Knowing me though, I will probably just grab my X-mas loot and leave as soon as possible.
Anyways, I am going to read some of On The Road,then go to bed.
Well, I'm officially making pizzas at Funstation now. Exactly like working concessions at AMC, which blew dick. We'll see how long I hold out before I'm absolutely tired of it. I'm already pretty close after just a four hour shift today. Hopefully the whole money thing will soften the pain come payday.
One nice thing though: its easy as shit. Three days in and I'll be closing by myself. Okay, sure.
On a different note, I recently looked back on all the art I did this year... I feel like I worked my ass off, but I'd probably disown 90% of the stuff I made. What the heck. Kind of put me in a mood.
Jon and his girl Dareen passed through town yesterday and today; went to the Ale House and Momo's and out for coffee, now I don't have any grocery money. Again. Totally worth it though, I've been so bored this last week.
Done.
Now I'm gonna focus my energy on finding a job.
I believe Jon's posted this one before, but it's worth repeating.
"A Genii made me out of the earth's skin"
but in spite of her she is my birth kin
she spits me out in her surly blood rivers
all the people life lurking in dominions of a hot Turk dish
if elephants are reaching for our purses
then meet me after the world with the shivers
The folks over at oxremix.org have dropped the official soundtrack for "Super Streetfighter II Turbo HD Remix".
Available as a torrent (including MP3s and FLACs of entire sountrack) or as individual MP3s:
