Tuesday, January 15, 2002
*blip*
sitting here, thinking about nothing in particular. watching tv, nothing in particular. my life these days seems to have a lot to do with nothing in particular. i hate work. why? really, there is no particular reason. at this point, i don't think i could find anything that could hold my attention for a year and a half, and still be interesting. i get bored with everything too fast. thus, my life seems to lack focus. i seem to blip back and forth between interests, but there is no constant thing that holds everything together. i am constantly looking for new things, in hopes that it will hold my interest for more than a few hours. i simply can't find things that excite me...
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why are bowling alleys the wierdest places on earth. they are this wierd mesh of every single thing you could possibly want to avoid. because of this, they are some of the funniest places in the world. there were some scary people. it was league night...
*blip*
so many things are cool because they are taboo. i don't get it. well, actually i do get it, to some degree. only my taboos should be cool though...
*blip*
sometimes i wish i could care about anything enough to really care about it. my room gets trashed, and i don't clean it. why would i really clean it? it is my room, and i can live with it. its not like anyone else is going to be actually using it in the future besides me. sometimes it would be nice to have everything clean. the thing is, all my clothes get absolutely trashed at work. so i get home, and i am filthy. i'm sitting here with mud caked on me, exhausted. sure, that is going to inspire me to vaccuum...
*blip*
i see things happening, and i feel like being a part of them. except when i am actually a part of them, i find them to be extremely boring. unless one of a few things are involved. the main thing makes things interesting: alcohol. alcohol makes just about anything fun to me. of course, alcohol and me doesn't make everything fun to everyone else. that seems to be a problem, sometimes...
*blip*
mtv's jackass. quite possibly the best show ever. all the things i ever wanted to do, but never had the balls to do. some of this shit is just wacky. johnny knoxville is alergic to bees. so he goes to this bee places and gets bees put all over his crotch. now, they have made a slingshot out of a chair, and a bunch of like car fan belts. they are going to fling themselves into this green pond. good god, true life "i'm a beauty queen". this has the makings of a boobtastic show...
*blip*
i was reading about peyote and mescaline today at work. now it is all i can think about. i want to buy a san pedro cactus and boil it down to extract the mescaline. i found this site that says you can boil it down to this paste type thing, then freeze it. then you can cut it up and swallow the little pieces, and you don't have to synthesize anything. i wish i could turn my basement into a drug lab. i can see it now, a little chemistry set set up with a vaccuum aspirator to make E, and 3 sets of plantings set up, one for weed, one for mushrooms, and one for peyote cactuses. fuck that, i wish i lived with a drug dealer. that would be just about the coolest thing i could think off...
*blip*
being poetic is a wonderful thing. the best way to be poetic is to get really fucked up on something. poetry is just writing that is slightly a skew. to be poetic, your mind has to be slightly askew. i can't think of a better way to achieve this state of mind....
*blip*
searching for things to liven up my life. everything i find to do this is illegal. this makes livening things up slightly more challenging. luckily, my morals have nothing against drugs and alcohol. otherwise, i would really be fucked.
ok, you know, i have gotten off track with this whole blip thing. i am not in a random enough mood to make it as cool as that last one was :) it was still fun, but peace out.
sitting here, thinking about nothing in particular. watching tv, nothing in particular. my life these days seems to have a lot to do with nothing in particular. i hate work. why? really, there is no particular reason. at this point, i don't think i could find anything that could hold my attention for a year and a half, and still be interesting. i get bored with everything too fast. thus, my life seems to lack focus. i seem to blip back and forth between interests, but there is no constant thing that holds everything together. i am constantly looking for new things, in hopes that it will hold my interest for more than a few hours. i simply can't find things that excite me...
*blip*
why are bowling alleys the wierdest places on earth. they are this wierd mesh of every single thing you could possibly want to avoid. because of this, they are some of the funniest places in the world. there were some scary people. it was league night...
*blip*
so many things are cool because they are taboo. i don't get it. well, actually i do get it, to some degree. only my taboos should be cool though...
*blip*
sometimes i wish i could care about anything enough to really care about it. my room gets trashed, and i don't clean it. why would i really clean it? it is my room, and i can live with it. its not like anyone else is going to be actually using it in the future besides me. sometimes it would be nice to have everything clean. the thing is, all my clothes get absolutely trashed at work. so i get home, and i am filthy. i'm sitting here with mud caked on me, exhausted. sure, that is going to inspire me to vaccuum...
*blip*
i see things happening, and i feel like being a part of them. except when i am actually a part of them, i find them to be extremely boring. unless one of a few things are involved. the main thing makes things interesting: alcohol. alcohol makes just about anything fun to me. of course, alcohol and me doesn't make everything fun to everyone else. that seems to be a problem, sometimes...
*blip*
mtv's jackass. quite possibly the best show ever. all the things i ever wanted to do, but never had the balls to do. some of this shit is just wacky. johnny knoxville is alergic to bees. so he goes to this bee places and gets bees put all over his crotch. now, they have made a slingshot out of a chair, and a bunch of like car fan belts. they are going to fling themselves into this green pond. good god, true life "i'm a beauty queen". this has the makings of a boobtastic show...
*blip*
i was reading about peyote and mescaline today at work. now it is all i can think about. i want to buy a san pedro cactus and boil it down to extract the mescaline. i found this site that says you can boil it down to this paste type thing, then freeze it. then you can cut it up and swallow the little pieces, and you don't have to synthesize anything. i wish i could turn my basement into a drug lab. i can see it now, a little chemistry set set up with a vaccuum aspirator to make E, and 3 sets of plantings set up, one for weed, one for mushrooms, and one for peyote cactuses. fuck that, i wish i lived with a drug dealer. that would be just about the coolest thing i could think off...
*blip*
being poetic is a wonderful thing. the best way to be poetic is to get really fucked up on something. poetry is just writing that is slightly a skew. to be poetic, your mind has to be slightly askew. i can't think of a better way to achieve this state of mind....
*blip*
searching for things to liven up my life. everything i find to do this is illegal. this makes livening things up slightly more challenging. luckily, my morals have nothing against drugs and alcohol. otherwise, i would really be fucked.
ok, you know, i have gotten off track with this whole blip thing. i am not in a random enough mood to make it as cool as that last one was :) it was still fun, but peace out.
