“Fear to let fall a drop and you will spill a lot”

The other night I remember looking for my new Nike's. I've only had them since christmas timezzz and haven't really been given the opportunity to ruin them yet. They're basically white. Next thing I know, I'm sitting there trying to figure out how to get all this black sticky shit off them. No clue what the hell it was. It was somewhat like when a soda spills in the summer and you ignore it for too long. It plasticizes into a not liquid, but not solid, used-to-be-puddle of gunk and ants. I spent forever trying new techniques. Toothbrushes scrubbed, screwdrivers scraped, and my nails were worn down to the cuticle. I just for the life of me could not get them clean. It seemed to be a lost cause.

Luckily when I woke up they had managed to clean themselves. Must have been ants.

Fast forward to today. I woke up for one hell of a ceramics I class. Learned sooooo much. Enjoyed myself more than I think I probably ever have in my life. FYI: italics in this post designate sarcasm. The longest 2 and half hours of my life ended at noon. I was dreading the rest of today, our Senior Show goes up tomorrow and I basically have to do all 3 projects for it tonight, including printing and binding 2 books. I decided a little McDonalds would provide me with the comfort and sustenance I required to make it though my next class. I ordered my snack wrap, small fries, and soft drink and received them promptly. As I walked out, I fumbled through my pocket for my keys with my left hand while holding the bag and soda in my right.

SUDDENLY.....

The bag slips (dun dun dun). As I grasped a bit tighter to prevent my precious 3 dollar snack from falling to the floor, I squeezed a bit too tight. The lid shot off my cup followed by an eruption of diet coke. All over my face, all over my sweatshirt, my pants ..... and my shoes.

"Aw god bless you brotha, Aw god bless you brotha, Aw thats just terrible, god bless you man" was the consolation I received from one patron. And although that almost made the experience worthwhile, I dreaded even more this day. As now I would have to find those toothbrushes, screwdrivers, and sharpen my nails for the long night of shoe cleaning ahead.

"Time to dance with the universe. I could never handle a jail cell."

I haven't had much access to the world wide web lately, so I'm going to take this opportunity and run with it.

I don't remember too much about what I've done since the superbowl. I do know that last night I visited my parents house, they got another dog. Like Lucy, but smaller and a male. His name was Beast. I played with him for a while, then he started harassing the other dogs, so my parents decided to get rid of him. I then noticed that they had decided to take in a pet pig. It was the most hideous beast I could ever imagine. The idea of a pet pig, in thought, could be kind of cute. Not this one. Apparently it was pregnant when my parents took it in. They didn't know this, and didn't tell me about it until i asked about the 9 baby pigs riding on the mother pigs back. They looked at me like I was crazy. Apparently my dad had taken the babies to work the week prior and "put them in the trash". The parents knew nothing about these 9 babies. Somehow Mother Pig must have managed to get pregnant again and push them out in the past week. "What are you going to do with these?"... "take them to work and throw them in the trash". I was horrified.

Not sure what became of Beast.

Did I mention I went cliff diving last week? It was crazy bro! The cliff was like 300 feet high. The water below was treacherous. From the coastline out about 30 feet, there was a infinitely deep trench which had to be cleared when jumping. Should I not clear this trench I would be sucked down infinitely deep. Seems like a pretty stupid place to be jumping from. Amongst other people I was with, I was being schooled on technique by a total dude who was a hybrid of Patrick Swayze and Keanu Reeves characters from the 1991 classic tale of "a rookie FBI agent, hoping to break a bank robbery ring, infiltrates a colony of surfers in Southern California"...... POINT BREAK. I think I survived, thankfully, otherwise the world would never know.

Feb. 14

tomorrow is valentines day. instead of bitching or ranting about anything, I'm just going to post the best Valentine I've ever received.

Futurismo

in reality....

I went to the most boring lecture of my life thursday night. I was drunk, which tends to make the boring lectures at least tolerable. Not this time. The only thing I remember from it was the following points, taken from the Futurist Manifesto. Shits crazzzzyyyyy maa-aan.

MANIFESTO OF FUTURISM

1. We want to sing the love of danger, the habit of energy and rashness.
2. The essential elements of our poetry will be courage, audacity and revolt.
3. Literature has up to now magnified pensive immobility, ecstasy and slumber. We want to exalt movements of aggression, feverish sleeplessness, the double march, the perilous leap, the slap and the blow with the fist.
4. We declare that the splendor of the world has been enriched by a new beauty: the beauty of speed. A racing automobile with its bonnet adorned with great tubes like serpents with explosive breath ... a roaring motor car which seems to run on machine-gun fire, is more beautiful than the Victory of Samothrace.
5. We want to sing the man at the wheel, the ideal axis of which crosses the earth, itself hurled along its orbit.
6. The poet must spend himself with warmth, glamour and prodigality to increase the enthusiastic fervor of the primordial elements.
7. Beauty exists only in struggle. There is no masterpiece that has not an aggressive character. Poetry must be a violent assault on the forces of the unknown, to force them to bow before man.
8. We are on the extreme promontory of the centuries! What is the use of looking behind at the moment when we must open the mysterious shutters of the impossible? Time and Space died yesterday. We are already living in the absolute, since we have already created eternal, omnipresent speed.
9. We want to glorify war - the only cure for the world - militarism, patriotism, the destructive gesture of the anarchists, the beautiful ideas which kill, and contempt for woman.
10. We want to demolish museums and libraries, fight morality, feminism and all opportunist and utilitarian cowardice.
11. We will sing of the great crowds agitated by work, pleasure and revolt; the multi-colored and polyphonic surf of revolutions in modern capitals: the nocturnal vibration of the arsenals and the workshops beneath their violent electric moons: the gluttonous railway stations devouring smoking serpents; factories suspended from the clouds by the thread of their smoke; bridges with the leap of gymnasts flung across the diabolic cutlery of sunny rivers: adventurous steamers sniffing the horizon; great-breasted locomotives, puffing on the rails like enormous steel horses with long tubes for bridle, and the gliding flight of aeroplanes whose propeller sounds like the flapping of a flag and the applause of enthusiastic crowds.

puppy bowl IV!!!

Its back.

Thats about all I have to say about that. Get ready, place your bets, I got 20 on "Cali" but I'm sure "Mrs. Roper" is at least a 3:1 favorite.

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this should be the halftime show....

"girl my momma aint gotta screen no calls for me, REAL TALK"

I got to my parents house today and skimmed an issue of Spin that came for my sister but has yet to be claimed. It told me of Pete Doherty's genius and Lenny Kravitz's virginity. Then I got to the last page and found this. Kinda cool at the beginning, then kinda creepy as it goes on, then closes off with an R. Kelly quote... so yeah, that sealed the deal.

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