The Blog with No Name

Well, I’ve caught myself in a strange good mood. Just chillin’ in my room with my roomate Dan. We just tried lighting our socks on fire. SPU can get pretty dull. . .actually, I don’t think so. I have fun usually no matter what I’m doing. I can just sit and do nothing or I can be off on some late night Denny’s run, or off trucking another floor. It’s all fun; it’s all good.

Sleep, as usual, is scarce. I haven’t gotten double digit hours of sleeps in a long time. I can’t even remember when the last time that was. Bedtime seems to be constantly shifting to later and later. My nap time is between 6 and 9 and I get a burst of energy usually around 1 a.m. About four I really start dropping off. Tonight is an exception though. I’m really tired already, so I’m going to wrap this up quickly.

I’m reading Pride and Prejudice for UCORE (a decidedly worthless and boring class). It is hilarious. I haven’t read a book this funny in a while. Outstanding. I’m going to be watching the movie as soon as I finish the book. I’m looking forward to it. From what I understand though, guys hate this book. I can see why - here is the first line: “It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a good fortune must be in want of a wife.” Whatever! I gagged when I first read that, but I’ve been thoroughly convinced that this is an excellent and worthwhile book. I recommend it.

Good morning.

Tip of the day: Harsh UV lights are bad for the eyeballs.

Last night I went to yet another concert. This time it was a punk rawk show. I”ll just give the quick rundown and the highlights:

Shiloh: missed all but the last song of the set. Sounded pretty good.
Across the Way: Fast punk, but the singer’s voice got annoying. Nothing spectacular.
Acceptance: These guys rocked! Excellent local emo band. I will be getting their CD.
Status: garage punk from Canada. The lead man was pretty femmy sometimes. Had to see it.
The Deadlines: Started their set with the cymbals burning. Way cool. Even though the vocals were too low it was great. The keyboardist attacked the keyboard, a guitarist had fake blood drooling out of his mouth. They ended the set with all the band members falling down dead one by one. Great show. See this horror-core band if you can.
Hangnail: Pretty good punk band. The songs started sounding the same though.

There was one more band (the Undecided), but I had already seen them in concert and everybody else wanted to go. We were back home by eleven.

Happy Valentine’s Day?

Today was an all around crappy day. I missed two classes due to a faulty alarm clock. I had slapped the snooze button, and it never went off again. I didn’t wake up until one in the afternoon. That just started my day off on a really bad note because in both of those classes I have tests on Friday. I couldn’t afford to miss them. And then the rest of the day was just mediocre. Rather bland. Dumb thing was that it was Valentine’s Day. Whatever, dude.

Black not red.
Confusion not clarity.

Anyway, I guess I got pretty much nothing done. Work was slow and that was good. I was able to share my black mood with several customers who had crappy days as well. We tried to cheer each other up. I think I got them cheered up. I sure as heck am not. Kinda sucks too. I got four valentines from various girls, and normally this would make my day. But yesterday it did nothing. I did get a hug that helped out for a little bit. Perhaps, I just need to quit this day and get some sleep.

Naw, I think I’ll stay up late and kill some people. I tell you there’s nothing like turning a foe into a casserole and spreading him around an arena. A good firefight can drain a pool of frustration quite quickly. . .it will at least get one’s mind off of the dreary. By the way, I’m talking about Unreal Tournament not real life. Yesterday didn’t suck that bad.

Tip o’ the day: Never under-estimate the power of a hug. It’s a great way to express care, and it can be applied by friends and lovers a like.

Mood swings. . .how embarrassing. I feel like a girl.

At the drop of a name, a world can be shattered. Isn’t that funny? Not funny really, but interesting and almost pathetic in a way? How can one become so dependent on one person? The slightest mention about a person and a world can be turned around. I wonder if that is a bad sign of one’s outlook on life. Is it safe to be so keyed in on one person, or idea or belief for that matter? Perhaps, I’d imagine it depends on what the thing is that is so important. Interesting thought.

Are there those who are to be lonely their whole lives? Unable to let anyone in, unwilling to show anyone their lives, unnoticed by all but the most caring.

Quote for now: “How can you just let me go?”

This evening I went to yet another concert. I saw Split Second (a local band), MG! the Visionary, Pax 217, Plankeye (!), and part of Bleach at the Roxy Theater in Bremerton. Split Second gave a short concert that nearly matched their name (har har). MG was a surprise to me. He has a song on one of T&N’s compilation albums (Cheapskates the softer side), but I never thought I would see a rap concert this evening. He definitely has a personality and has an entertaining performance. I think I’ll be buying his album that is coming out in March. Pax 217 is an interesting band from Orange Co., So. Cal. I detected many influences in their sound: rap-core, rap, reggae. Very interesting music, and I think I liked it. Think about it as half P.O.D., half Rage Against the Machine, a touch of LL Cool J, and a sprinkle of Bob Marley. Yummy ear candy. I’ll probably be buying their album that comes out the 17th of this fine month. Next up was Plankeye, the band I had come to see. Unfortunately, one of the two singers was sick, so they couldn’t do a lot of their newer material which I really really really wanted to hear. By the way, I HIGHLY recommend Plankeye’s new “Relocation” album. They gave a great performance withstanding a sick frontman. They played several of my favorites and were rockin’ the whole time. I couldn’t see all of Bleach, but the four songs I heard were good. I had to leave early to catch the ferry back home from Bremerton.

I went to this great concert with Drew, Carrie, and Stacey. Drew and Carrie went together, and I went with Stacey. The former two were able to take Carrie’s truck, but we couldn’t because of the lack of room. But that was okay. We took the buses and had fun poking around downtown while waiting for a bus home. Stacey is a little on the shorter side, so the fear of losing her creeps up on me sometime. When they’re so small you think that they could just up and disappear! Haha. Stace is a way cool girl.

There are times in our lives when confusion seems to be the predominant feeling. Sometimes this can be good; sometimes this can be bad. I think it all hinges on what one is confused about and how one reacts to it. Through confusion we examine our lives, beliefs, emotions, ideals, and thoughts. With all self-examination we discover new things about ourselves. The confusion forces us, if we care, to think more crictically about ourselves and the situations we are thrust into. Tonight I learned that I am a very cautious guy. To some of you that is nothing new. . .

Nothing else to report.

Quote: “Man, all the people here are short.”

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I don’t know why I stayed up this late tonight. It would have been good to have gotten a nice sleep. Oh well, I’ll go to bed when I’m done here. I have a new program to edit my webpage, and I’m kinda tinkerin’ around with it.

I do have some thoughts though. Yesterday, in my Faith and Philosophy class, we went over the ontological proof of God’s existence. I found it fascinating. I will be posting that argument soon along with the objections and my own thoughts. It will be interesting.

Okay, I’m too tired to continue. I’ll write more later. Good night.