Alls i need to say is Tarantino is the shit. I have watched Jackie Brown twice since i bought it yesterday. I go out for the day after thanksgiving sales and i end up buying all dvds that weren't even on sale. But, you gotta buy quality shit. So i got some tarantino masterpieces. They were all proud purchases.

Hasn't been to much goin on lately. I finally took the time to just chill. Its been healthy so far....
I think people get caught up on goin out and partying to much. It seems like no one can hang out unless there is more than 4 people involved. Which sucks, cause i just like to have a decent conversation here and there. Be it between me and one other person ya know. I think its just cause some people lack that skill that makes them need a big group gathering. That way they can be passive observers to the others that are taking time to talk about something interesting. This in most cases is ok, unless you are just being stuck up about it.

What do you all think of chocolate chip cookies? I tend to believe they are awesome, and by awesome i mean they go good with milk and insomniac tv.

Last night was a great conlcusion to a long lasting argument. No good music has came out since grunge..and by grunge im talking about Pearl Jam spotlight time. If you weren't a band by 95 then its guaranteed that you suck. Sorry. Its just that back in the decades of good music they were all trying to change the world, or influence a culture, or help people understand. Bands were a way of thinking and understanding. And now........ i catagorize everyone in the
"(( fart sound)) section" All tehse new age rockers whining about their lives...you are missing the point of your music. YES, you write about your life. NO, you don't whine about it or write a song about the girl that dumped you. You write about how an incident made you feel, and writing good lyrics wont do you justice, you have to make the song have feeling so when everyone who happens to hear your music can tell that in that one guitar lick, that single note, they can feel exactly how you felt. If your songs arent that in depth to you, they arent gonna be to anyone else, and therefore, your just a bunch of kids in a band trying to be cool with your birthday or christmas presents your parents bought you cause you wanted to be in a band.

Now im not saying you all suck, or that everyone since 95 sucks... im saying, you are misguided on what music is. And i feel bad knowing that all of you have it in you to be way better. Which is the truth, if you can play, you can be better. When you have people write you letters about how your music influenced them or helped them, or made them feel good knowing someone else feels the same way about what your song was about, then congradulations you reached Awesome.
Here is a good clue to know if you fall into the "((fart sound)) section" if you arent around in 2-3 years, and people arent still listening to you when your dead, you accomplished nothing and wasted your time.

Sorry to vent, but i said i didnt like super drag and someone said the music i listen to sucks as well... and my comment was " I trashed a shitty band, and you are trashing an ENTIRE FUCKING ERA OF MUSIC!!! So, i guess we will see how awesome super drag is in 20 years and how many radio stations play them compared to what i listen too. Better yet, how about you ask how many people know super drag. Keep a tab too. I go and ask everyone if they know who pink floyd is, or Jimi hendrix. Actually...shit, i hope im not the only one who these people are..i might feel stupid trying to uphold them as better then super drag. Ah well, 20 years, i guess we will see................

By the way Rolling Stone...your top 500 greatest albums ever was rigged, i think all your editors jerk off to the beatles.

So anyways, i slept for about 18 hours since last night. Got out of bed around 7:30 tonight. I guess there is alot on my mind i dont wanna deal with so i just slept as long as i could to ignore it.

Probably the only thing i can really concentrate on is this weird stage of my life. Its like limbo. I stuck inbetween high school and the rest of my life. Only cause some of the people that work for our goverment are a bunch of losers. And they enjoy taking their sweet god damn time on getting me into the military.

My constant dilema is the fact that i am stuck. Stuck in flushing, stuck in a shitty job, and no promise on paper that its going to change. I feel like one of those kids who graduates high school and does nothing with there life after it.

I guess the whole problem with me in flushing isnt that bad, in fact it could be far worse. I could have no plan of attack on what i was doing. But what really bothers me is the lack of good company. Its strange ya know, forgetting all your best friends, them forgetting you. But the difference between them and me is they moved on. I got left behind, which is what bothers me. Everyone moved out before me, everyone met new friends and great people and are having new experiences to fill the void they left behind. Then there is my situation, i have this huge void, but nothing to replace it with, and i just feel empty.

Emptyness is the worse thing in the world. Cause there is no real motivation behind it. You yearn for the change everyone else had, and you know its on its way....but it seems really fuckin far away so you tend to obsess on how long and far away it is, which makes it all that much worse.

Even when your friends that left want to see you and have you come visit them it just doesnt help much. Cause your going to just meet their new friends and never really know any of them on a personal level and you come home feeling just as empty.

Now this isnt a pity me exerpt, or anything of that magnitude. I need to document the dilema so i can reflect upon it. And its not anything i consider important, but rather annoying that i am stuck in the situation and i am not a "stay in one place" type person. I just want to get out, and keep going, and look back at this stage of limbo and say " I never wanna fucking be there again "

My inspiration to make something of myself, inspiration to keep going and never stop, and to realize that there is more outside of this hellhole i call.. Flushing, Michigan

>>>> by the way, i dont forget my good company that i once had. In fact, i remember them all to perfectly. the town isnt the same without them, the coffee doesnt taste as good, the nights are optionless, and the conversations go nowhere nowadays. But i idolize those memories and wouldn't change them for the world, cause there wasnt better company out there than i had here. And if any of you guys/girls read this, and i never see you again, then good luck on everything, and i shall leave you with a qoute from a very respectable cartoon super hero....

"The power is yours"

I want all the answers to the questions i know no one has figured out yet. by that i mean they can't even contemplate the question either. In all seriousness, there is alot i wish i knew, and wish i could understand, but its everyones misfortune in life that we will never know. But the people who ponder the impossible all have that connection. You can see it in a person when you meet them. Thats how most of us gather our friendships. We are all at different states of consciousness, and sometimes you have to be around certain people that are at your level, just so you don't feel to far out there.

Major tom to ground control?

its always nice to snap back to reality when your mind gets wondering away from itself. Sometimes i catch myself....way way out there, in some distant depth of the universe, and i could be sitting there, right next to you, but my mind is so far away. Its scary letting your mind do that sometimes. I think thats what TV was made for, keeping your head in the room staring at how ever many inches of screen you bought. All this so your mind wont think outside of the room, or the house, or the atmosphere......or beyond even what we know exists.

I just want everyone to understand, and accept, and believe....

Concert in the bedroom....

Late night tim hortons...

black light and robotskull...

fruity loops then bed.....

The story of my night ladies and gentlemen. But hey, what did u do that is so much better huh? I yearn for the latenight snacks and freedom for self expression. Others detune themselves from life and zone to insomniac tv. Shows about crack heads and cop chases, and infomercials filled with the secret and answer to weight loss, and baldness.

Its that where you find answers? In tv? at 3 in the morning?

sickening...

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Chill.....

its all so simple somtimes.

easy. perfect. relaxed.