It was the best of weed, it was the worst of weed, it was the weed of wisdom, it was the weed of foolishness, it was the epoch of seeds, it was the epoch of stems, it was the season of Northern Lights, it was the season of Matanuska Thunderfark, it was the spring of seedlings, it was the winter of roaches, we had everything before us, we had nothing before us, we were all going direct to 7-11, we were all going direct the other way--in short, the period was so awesome.
Run your fingers through my hair as you whisper in my ear, "I hope you're not well, I hope things aren't fine. I hope your body dies, long before your mind. I hope you reach for help with hands that refuse to reach. I hope you try to scream with a voice that just won't scream. I sincerely hope your last breath is mine."
July 1st.
I was standing in the Warsaw airport at 6am having gone to bed only two hours earlier. I felt sick from getting food poisoned in Ukraine and everything felt very surreal. Rafael, and Prudence watched quietly, Monika gave me an eiffel tower keychain from her recent trip to Paris, Nella smiled and joked in the discrete way that she does, Britt stood anxiously beside me, and my host mom Danka held an American flag. I was feeling nauseous from the food poisoning, but also the added nerves of leaving the country. Daniela smiled at me warmly and lead me to the bathroom where I threw up. As we walked back to the small crowd, she rubbed my back and mothered me. Minutes passed, Britt and I went through the gate, and a strange calmness came over me as we boarded the plane.
It's been one year since I left Poland and my exchange ended. Today the exchange students after me are coming home. The first time I saw them they were timid but excited to start their own exchange and everything about Poland sounded strange. Then I saw one of them when I visited Warsaw six months ago and she knew better Polish than me.
A year later and I'm sitting on a blue couch with glass sliding doors in front of me watching the Aussie sky turn from day to dusk. I have a beautiful girlfriend, an awesome cat, and I wash dogs for a living. A lot of things can change in a year. A lot of things changed for the year I was in Poland. But right now, things are starting to feel more stable. I have the person I want to spend my life with, we have a place to live, and we're building a savings account. We've got the simple things down; it's just the future that remains unknown. But that's ok.
Another election year, another round of me fellating Ralph Nader.
So, nearly eight years after the fact people are still prattling on about Ralph and Al. I see it like this: Supporting Ralph Nader is like cheering for the Kansas City Royals. Sure, you know they're going to lose but people still go to games, buy hats, do the whole bit. The difference is, when the season ends and Detroit ends up 2.5 games out of the wild card, are people going to blame the Royals because they swept that opening series? What right did they have to win those games, they aren't contenders, give them to a team that has a chance.
In other news, I watched Roots this weekend. I get the feeling that Lloyd Bridges wasn't really acting in that movie. They just put him on a set with a bunch of black people and taped his natural reaction. Also, I think that the guy who play Ol' George (the one decent white guy in the movie) also played the railroad foreman in Blazing Sattles. Every time he opened his mouth I expected to hear, "When you was slaves you sang like birds, now give us one of them ol' nigger work songs."
The movie "Downfall" was about Hitler
It starred Christian Berkel who is in the upcoming movie Valkyrie with Tom Cruise who was in A Few Good Men with Kevin Bacon.
That means everyone in Hollywood is at most 9 degrees from Hitler.
grow the fuck up!
grow up and stop causing so much fucking drama over the internet. you just can't seem to let things go can you? even though none of this had to do with you in the first place. you just butted in and kept going and going. and you say I'm the one that needs to get over myself and get a life? i think you're really talking about yourself. whatever. leave me the fuck alone and grow the fuck up.
oh and fuck you and fuck you and fuck you.
This journal is now retired due to fuck heads who can't mind their own business.
Oh hey there, I didn't hear you come in.
Can I say?
I just reread nearly all of my entries. Starting from roughly 5-6 years ago. Whereas I've felt stagnancy in life lately, I see now how much I've grown up.
I really, really was a narcissistic ass most of that time, wasn't I? Holy shit. I can't believe some of the things I wrote.
I'd like to issue this public apology.
However, I'm still pretty awesome.
Hahaha, some things never change.
Relax, take a joke guys.
P.S. I've permanently moved to http://www.cacophonesolo.wordpress.com if anyone still likes reading about people that they haven't seen in years' lives. I know I do. Cause I'm a total creepler.
Why is it that rendering a song in Mario Paint makes it so much cooler to me?
Seriously, the Mighty Morphin Power Rangers song on Mario Paint is one of the coolest things I've seen in weeks. That's understandable though, because it takes two awesome things from my childhood.
But why am I so enraptured by the Tetris theme? I mean, it was already in a video game, hearing it played by a different video game shouldn't make any difference. But it does. I love it.
I got this movie from the library titled "La Femme Infidele." It was a French film about a guy who finds out his wife is being unfaithful so he kills her lover and disposes of the corpse. Well, the cops start coming around because the man has been reported missing and they find her number and address in his address book. Well, after like the third time by she finds a picture of her lover with his address on the back inside her husband's jacket. Then the whole things ends with the husband standing next to the cops and the wife with an indifferent expression on her face watching him. That's it. It's not explained that maybe the police found the corpse or it's just routine questioning. The wife's reaction is left undisclosed. At first I thought she was furious because she knew that her husband killed her lover, but then I thought maybe she was excited because he actually killed for her love. Nonetheless, it was a great ending because it made me so mad.
So, my grandfather is an awesome man. After enduring a six hour surgery my dad and I are with him when he finally gets back to his room. My dad says, "So, you're back with us, dad." and all my grampa says is "Am I?" How many people are able to crack jokes while full of morphine?
Other news:
I have this feeling that although I've never read any of his work I would really like Hemingway, so I checked A Farewell To Arms out of the library today. More updates as they arise.
All this crap about the Michigan Primary is exactly that. Obama wanted to send a message by boycotting the primary when it was in January. Now he sees that he has a shot at the nomination and he needs all the delegates he can get so he wants to come back for a do-over? Forget it, that right there shows his integrity as a leader. If you want to make a stand you have to stick to it.
