So my bestest friend in the whole wide world came to visit me on campus the other day. We had some good times, but she told me something that disturbed me to no end.
Apparently if you sleep on your stomach a lot there's a chance your organs could peel away from your spine and you could have severe back problems or your heart could explode.
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaagh!
I sleep on my belly every night! It's so hard for me to get to deep dreamy slumber on my back or even my side! I love tummy sleep! It's so comforting and warm! And I get all wrapped up with my blanket on my back and it's so cozy! Now when I sleep all I can think about is if my organs are falling away from my spine and what if my back breaks or I lose organ functions or my heart explodes!
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaagh!
I don't even know if it's true or not. In all honesty it doesn't matter, because even if I learned that it wasn't truth beyond a doubt there would still be the underlying fear that it still could happen! It's really getting to me... And what about the way I sit? I am an avid sloucher, I know for sure that's bad for my back muscles. I crack my back sometimes out of bad habit, that can't be good for joints. What if there's something else about the way I sit or walk or stand or something that could cause stuff to peel away from other stuff or an essential organ to explode! I look at the ground a lot when I walk, what if my eyeballs fall out!?!?!?!?
Anywho, the point of the story is that I'm having trouble getting to sleep because I'm sleeping on my back now... Then again... If my organs could peel away, could they get smooshed into my spine too and impair something? What if my stomach gets smooshed into a pointy bone inside my body and pops and then I'll get filled with bile and ramen and my heart will explode!
And I thought I was stressed about my Logic quiz next week... Good thing I'm worrying about real stuff now...
Sunday, February 22, 2009
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
Dammit Jack!
I love 24. My favorite part is whenever Kiefer Sutherland goes "DAMMIT!" and hits somebody/thing/terrorist.
It's easy to look at the show and point out how crazy unnecessary half of it is. I like to flex my eventually English majored creative muscles and analyze the characters and themes.
Have you seen The Dark Knight? Sorry, stupid question, of course you have. You know how Batman is portrayed in that movie? That's Kiefer in 24, just instead of Gotham City it's America. Whatta BAMF. He's just trying so hard and everyone close to him gets killed by terrorists, but he just loves America so much- he can't stop, even while it destroys his life.
That's something you gotta respect at least on some level. When you believe in some thing or idea so much that you're willing to put your life on the line or on hold or just sacrifice your entire world in order to keep the dream alive. Nonviolence is a principle I've had drilled into me since I was old enough to know what violence was, and because of that I could never bring myself to join the army or such things, but I still have a deep respect for people who belive in something so strongly as to do something like that. Sometimes I wish I did have a strong faith or belief in an idea so far that I could make a sacrifice like that. It's almost like my life is lacking.
I do feel like I could make that Jack Bauer sacrifice for a person. There are certain people I love that I'd be willing to sacrifice everything for, but here's my question: After feeling this strongly about somebody, how are you supposed to just let that person go and live their life? Like Rhi-Rhi...
So the boat is sinking, Kate Winslet needs to take a cue from Frou Frou, (WAT?) and sometimes life is complicated like Facebook.
Anywho, I just wanted to say that I think it's impossible to do that completely. Maybe I won't hold your hand, but when I say friends forever, you can still call me whenever.
It's easy to look at the show and point out how crazy unnecessary half of it is. I like to flex my eventually English majored creative muscles and analyze the characters and themes.
Have you seen The Dark Knight? Sorry, stupid question, of course you have. You know how Batman is portrayed in that movie? That's Kiefer in 24, just instead of Gotham City it's America. Whatta BAMF. He's just trying so hard and everyone close to him gets killed by terrorists, but he just loves America so much- he can't stop, even while it destroys his life.
That's something you gotta respect at least on some level. When you believe in some thing or idea so much that you're willing to put your life on the line or on hold or just sacrifice your entire world in order to keep the dream alive. Nonviolence is a principle I've had drilled into me since I was old enough to know what violence was, and because of that I could never bring myself to join the army or such things, but I still have a deep respect for people who belive in something so strongly as to do something like that. Sometimes I wish I did have a strong faith or belief in an idea so far that I could make a sacrifice like that. It's almost like my life is lacking.
I do feel like I could make that Jack Bauer sacrifice for a person. There are certain people I love that I'd be willing to sacrifice everything for, but here's my question: After feeling this strongly about somebody, how are you supposed to just let that person go and live their life? Like Rhi-Rhi...
So the boat is sinking, Kate Winslet needs to take a cue from Frou Frou, (WAT?) and sometimes life is complicated like Facebook.
Anywho, I just wanted to say that I think it's impossible to do that completely. Maybe I won't hold your hand, but when I say friends forever, you can still call me whenever.
Sunday, January 25, 2009
Sitting
I am sleepy!
Just got back from Balls Cabaret at the Southern. It was a good night. I read this piece I wrote that was kind of weird, just different from what I usually do. I feel like I rocked it, I got positive feedback.
Anywho, I went to dinner early tonight and sat by myself for a while. I grabbed a pen and a napkin and just started writing. I didn't think I was thinking too hard but what I wrote was pretty deep. Kinda silly but it reminds me of my angsty teenagery philosophysing on what life means. Yep.
Do we see God in everything?
Do we see life in everything?
Do we see ourselves in everything?
Do we see ourselves in God?
Wax poetic on napkins
Wax, spilled poetically in my hand
Burns briefly,
Burns solid once cooled,
stuck to the back of my hand.
Wax, philosophic on my hand
Do I think of myself as permanent?
Will I wash off peel off shed off
Like cool dry wax?
I am my hands,
The Earth does not shed me like old skin
Pretty words in wax
Like seeing rainbows in gasoline
We are not God's wax museum
God on the grassy knoll with the candlestick-
Like Emma, we are clueless.
I dunno. I think it's kinda neat. I enjoy the line about gasoline rainbows, I used to think I came up with it and thought that it was really cool and I was really awesome but then I realized I heard it on an episode of The Simpsons and have been embarassed to put it in my writing. So I might rewrite this piece someday into something a touch more quality than a sitting in the dining hall by myself time filler.
Who knows,
Who knows.
Just got back from Balls Cabaret at the Southern. It was a good night. I read this piece I wrote that was kind of weird, just different from what I usually do. I feel like I rocked it, I got positive feedback.
Anywho, I went to dinner early tonight and sat by myself for a while. I grabbed a pen and a napkin and just started writing. I didn't think I was thinking too hard but what I wrote was pretty deep. Kinda silly but it reminds me of my angsty teenagery philosophysing on what life means. Yep.
Do we see God in everything?
Do we see life in everything?
Do we see ourselves in everything?
Do we see ourselves in God?
Wax poetic on napkins
Wax, spilled poetically in my hand
Burns briefly,
Burns solid once cooled,
stuck to the back of my hand.
Wax, philosophic on my hand
Do I think of myself as permanent?
Will I wash off peel off shed off
Like cool dry wax?
I am my hands,
The Earth does not shed me like old skin
Pretty words in wax
Like seeing rainbows in gasoline
We are not God's wax museum
God on the grassy knoll with the candlestick-
Like Emma, we are clueless.
I dunno. I think it's kinda neat. I enjoy the line about gasoline rainbows, I used to think I came up with it and thought that it was really cool and I was really awesome but then I realized I heard it on an episode of The Simpsons and have been embarassed to put it in my writing. So I might rewrite this piece someday into something a touch more quality than a sitting in the dining hall by myself time filler.
Who knows,
Who knows.
Friday, January 16, 2009
All I can remember is "Je t'aime"
That's a lie. I remember much more of my French. But it's a good line.
I was thinking about my trip to France last year, how it was like the best thing ever, and all the good times we had, and how I felt sick for a bit of it, and how my ears hurt, and how I couldn't hear very well because I think I might have had an ear infection but it went away when I looked at the Venus de Milo's butt, and going to the discotheque with Yoann, and the kickin' French soap operas, and climbing the stairs of Notre Dame, and the view from the top of the Eiffel tower, and every delicious meal except for the one at Yoann's grandma's house which made me want to die a little bit but I had to be polite because it was my host brother's grandma, and the plane rides, and Chicago, and smuggling wine, and running around cobbled streets with my buddies, and feeling at peace, and exploring the most beautiful city in the world, and wanting to listen to cello music.
I feel like that now. Missing the cellos. It's like a violin, but more sensual or something. I dunno, I like to pretend I know things about music.
Anywho, my new favorite thing to do is make Ramen in my collegiate mini-fridge microwave. Boil water on a stove-top? Ha! I'll pop a noodle patty into my special microwavable pokemon bowl I got by sending in the Easy Mac tabs we collected, (I say 'we' because my parents assisted in my acquisition, I don't want to take complete 'I' credit because that'd be rude) make a stop at the drinking fountain around the corner outside my door, pop it into my ever so nifty microwave/mini-fridge unit and three minutes later I've got steaming msg goodness while I watch Conan.
Welcome to college.
It's hard for me to watch Conan without Ramen. Perfect midnight snack? Ramen. Perfect midnight hilarious? Conan O'Brian.
I can't remember a time when Ramen wasn't a huge part of my life. Some of my earliest memories involve my brilliant four-year-old-Paris culinary masterpiece I lovingly called "Egg Hairs" which was... eggs in Ramen. Cause the noodles are like hair. For the eggs. Clever, I know, sometimes I think I was wittier fourteen years ago.
I also remember when the flavor of Ramen I grew up with, "Spicy", could no longer be found in any store. The first time I tried what has since become my new staple, the Maruchan Chili Flavor, was seventh grade. With The Fellowship of The Ring in one hand and a fork in the other, I boldly tried this strange new flavor. I remember thinking it wasn't as good, but now I love it and can hardly even remember the old Smack Ramen Spicy.
Kinda breaks my heart a bit actually. I can't remember this thing that was such a huge part of my life and introduced me to the wonders of an inexpensive sodium heavy diet. I want to taste that flavor someday and have one of those moments, you know? When you get that rush of old memories you haven't strolled through since God knows when and you sigh reflectively because you're just so content but at the same time exhilarated!
Now I'm just thinking about the wet French air that was so cold to my sick ears and that feeling of standing on top of the Eiffel tower and looking out over the whole city and thinking to myself good God is there anything more beautiful, and how I'd trade that memory in a second for just one more bowl of that Smack Ramen Spicy my mom used to make me.
Unreasonable?
Well then, you must not have had that flavor.
I was thinking about my trip to France last year, how it was like the best thing ever, and all the good times we had, and how I felt sick for a bit of it, and how my ears hurt, and how I couldn't hear very well because I think I might have had an ear infection but it went away when I looked at the Venus de Milo's butt, and going to the discotheque with Yoann, and the kickin' French soap operas, and climbing the stairs of Notre Dame, and the view from the top of the Eiffel tower, and every delicious meal except for the one at Yoann's grandma's house which made me want to die a little bit but I had to be polite because it was my host brother's grandma, and the plane rides, and Chicago, and smuggling wine, and running around cobbled streets with my buddies, and feeling at peace, and exploring the most beautiful city in the world, and wanting to listen to cello music.
I feel like that now. Missing the cellos. It's like a violin, but more sensual or something. I dunno, I like to pretend I know things about music.
Anywho, my new favorite thing to do is make Ramen in my collegiate mini-fridge microwave. Boil water on a stove-top? Ha! I'll pop a noodle patty into my special microwavable pokemon bowl I got by sending in the Easy Mac tabs we collected, (I say 'we' because my parents assisted in my acquisition, I don't want to take complete 'I' credit because that'd be rude) make a stop at the drinking fountain around the corner outside my door, pop it into my ever so nifty microwave/mini-fridge unit and three minutes later I've got steaming msg goodness while I watch Conan.
Welcome to college.
It's hard for me to watch Conan without Ramen. Perfect midnight snack? Ramen. Perfect midnight hilarious? Conan O'Brian.
I can't remember a time when Ramen wasn't a huge part of my life. Some of my earliest memories involve my brilliant four-year-old-Paris culinary masterpiece I lovingly called "Egg Hairs" which was... eggs in Ramen. Cause the noodles are like hair. For the eggs. Clever, I know, sometimes I think I was wittier fourteen years ago.
I also remember when the flavor of Ramen I grew up with, "Spicy", could no longer be found in any store. The first time I tried what has since become my new staple, the Maruchan Chili Flavor, was seventh grade. With The Fellowship of The Ring in one hand and a fork in the other, I boldly tried this strange new flavor. I remember thinking it wasn't as good, but now I love it and can hardly even remember the old Smack Ramen Spicy.
Kinda breaks my heart a bit actually. I can't remember this thing that was such a huge part of my life and introduced me to the wonders of an inexpensive sodium heavy diet. I want to taste that flavor someday and have one of those moments, you know? When you get that rush of old memories you haven't strolled through since God knows when and you sigh reflectively because you're just so content but at the same time exhilarated!
Now I'm just thinking about the wet French air that was so cold to my sick ears and that feeling of standing on top of the Eiffel tower and looking out over the whole city and thinking to myself good God is there anything more beautiful, and how I'd trade that memory in a second for just one more bowl of that Smack Ramen Spicy my mom used to make me.
Unreasonable?
Well then, you must not have had that flavor.
Thursday, January 1, 2009
Because I Promised You I Would
You see, I'm feeling the New Years thing today.
Cause it's New Years.
I want to be all extra reflective and insightful right? Really meaningful and oh right on Paris, I remember all the good times we had in 2008 let's look on to the year ahead. But truth be told- I can't.
Have you heard that new All American Rejects tune?
Truth be told I miss you,
Truth be told
I'M LYIN.
I don't like that song. I like WOMANIZER by Britney.
Boy, don't try to front. I know just- just... what you are. You are a womanizer. Womanizer. Oh.
But for real. I'm trying to be all remember-the-time but I can't. Dunno why. Maybe it's this sinus headache, maybe it's the nose that's running away from me, maybe it's my throat pain that's currently being smothered by these cherry lozenges, or maybe I'm not lying and truth be told I do miss you. I keep thinking of Sweeney Todd and that song Mr. Depp and that weirdo kid sing about Johanna. Why is that all I can think of is Sweeney Todd? Like... Really?
All the things that happened this past year. This passed year. All I can think about right now is shaving Alan Rickman. Actually that's a lie. I've got a Dashboard Confessional song stuck in my head too. Something about finding hair everywhere and screaming things at me, I don't understand what that guy is saying half the time.
Anywho, these things are in my head and dominating my thoughts on 2008. I'm looking ahead into the '09 (that's what the kids call it) and I am happy I think. I've got the nanowrimo induced foundations of a novel, plans for a comic book collaboration with my buddy, my second semester of college, and MAINE. But yeah, I think it's gonna be a pretty good year. Like when I was seventeen.
So that's my New Years post. I wonder what it's all about?
Cause it's New Years.
I want to be all extra reflective and insightful right? Really meaningful and oh right on Paris, I remember all the good times we had in 2008 let's look on to the year ahead. But truth be told- I can't.
Have you heard that new All American Rejects tune?
Truth be told I miss you,
Truth be told
I'M LYIN.
I don't like that song. I like WOMANIZER by Britney.
Boy, don't try to front. I know just- just... what you are. You are a womanizer. Womanizer. Oh.
But for real. I'm trying to be all remember-the-time but I can't. Dunno why. Maybe it's this sinus headache, maybe it's the nose that's running away from me, maybe it's my throat pain that's currently being smothered by these cherry lozenges, or maybe I'm not lying and truth be told I do miss you. I keep thinking of Sweeney Todd and that song Mr. Depp and that weirdo kid sing about Johanna. Why is that all I can think of is Sweeney Todd? Like... Really?
All the things that happened this past year. This passed year. All I can think about right now is shaving Alan Rickman. Actually that's a lie. I've got a Dashboard Confessional song stuck in my head too. Something about finding hair everywhere and screaming things at me, I don't understand what that guy is saying half the time.
Anywho, these things are in my head and dominating my thoughts on 2008. I'm looking ahead into the '09 (that's what the kids call it) and I am happy I think. I've got the nanowrimo induced foundations of a novel, plans for a comic book collaboration with my buddy, my second semester of college, and MAINE. But yeah, I think it's gonna be a pretty good year. Like when I was seventeen.
So that's my New Years post. I wonder what it's all about?
Sunday, December 14, 2008
Makes me feel like I should wear girls' pants too.
I heard a beautiful song tonight.
I grew up in a second, drinking
dreams with this girl I know,
where she bit my lips to
bleeding and ducked into a tunnel,
with a light shining so brightly
that it bleached all my t-shirts
her color
This kid that sang it- he gets on stage looking like a punk-ass scenester but then just busts out with one of the most incredible voices and most moving performances of anything I've ever seen. Jake Harms. It was an experience.
It was at Balls Cabaret at the Southern. If you've never been to this midnight show you owe yourself a visit. Especially since next weekend yours truly is going to be reading a little something.
Anywho, this guy is like six foot baby faced tight pants fro of unruly white almost dreadlocked curls the only thing missing is the colorful shoes another kid with an acoustic guitar thinking he's gonna woo the ladies playing Oasis on the bench. BUT. His voice was unlike anything. This deep, pained wailing. My jaw dropped like it was hot.
I said it was one of the most moving performances. But Paris, you're saying to yourself, I know you and how much you love your hyperboles. Oh golly, I wish it was hyperbole. By the end of his song I was for real about to cry. My girlfriend was next to me and I could pretty much feel her thoughts about him. She likes the brooding artistic types. I would be jealous, but hey, if she didn't find that performance attractive I would seriously question her sexuality.
You can listen to the song on the MySpace up there, but it won't come anywhere near to seeing this guy live onstage. I will forever carry the image of him squirming in that chair with his guitar.
Golly.
I wish I could do that.
I grew up in a second, drinking
dreams with this girl I know,
where she bit my lips to
bleeding and ducked into a tunnel,
with a light shining so brightly
that it bleached all my t-shirts
her color
This kid that sang it- he gets on stage looking like a punk-ass scenester but then just busts out with one of the most incredible voices and most moving performances of anything I've ever seen. Jake Harms. It was an experience.
It was at Balls Cabaret at the Southern. If you've never been to this midnight show you owe yourself a visit. Especially since next weekend yours truly is going to be reading a little something.
Anywho, this guy is like six foot baby faced tight pants fro of unruly white almost dreadlocked curls the only thing missing is the colorful shoes another kid with an acoustic guitar thinking he's gonna woo the ladies playing Oasis on the bench. BUT. His voice was unlike anything. This deep, pained wailing. My jaw dropped like it was hot.
I said it was one of the most moving performances. But Paris, you're saying to yourself, I know you and how much you love your hyperboles. Oh golly, I wish it was hyperbole. By the end of his song I was for real about to cry. My girlfriend was next to me and I could pretty much feel her thoughts about him. She likes the brooding artistic types. I would be jealous, but hey, if she didn't find that performance attractive I would seriously question her sexuality.
You can listen to the song on the MySpace up there, but it won't come anywhere near to seeing this guy live onstage. I will forever carry the image of him squirming in that chair with his guitar.
Golly.
I wish I could do that.
Sunday, December 7, 2008
A day that will live in infamy
Yeah, Pearl Harbor.
It's interesting, or at least, I think it is. People say that was the greatest generation, them World War Two-ers. Look at what they did: They were struck down by that tragedy and pulled themselves not just up by their bootstraps and back into life, but brought this nation to be the most powerful in the world. Or was that Einstein and the Manhattan Project? I can't remember.
I wonder what my generation will be known as. We had 9/11 and then
...
I think the correct term is, "whoops"
Me and all my friends
We're all misunderstood
They say we stand for nothing and
There's no way we ever could
Now we see everything that's going wrong
With the world and those who lead it
We just feel like we don't have the means
To rise above and beat it
So we keep waiting
Waiting on the world to change
We keep on waiting
Waiting on the world to change
Wait, was John Mayer being brilliant? Yes. I dislike most of his music, but good God is his body wonderland.
Anywho I was reading Vonnegut, Armageddon in Retrospect, (Brilliant man. He was a good man and the greatest writer. I wish I could have met him and talked to him. I think he would be at my dinner.) and thinking about the greatest generation and then it's pearl harbor day and I'm diddling around on Facebook. I don't want to be the greatest, I just want to be a good one. I'll work on that once I think of a clever Facebook status.
It's interesting, or at least, I think it is. People say that was the greatest generation, them World War Two-ers. Look at what they did: They were struck down by that tragedy and pulled themselves not just up by their bootstraps and back into life, but brought this nation to be the most powerful in the world. Or was that Einstein and the Manhattan Project? I can't remember.
I wonder what my generation will be known as. We had 9/11 and then
...
I think the correct term is, "whoops"
Me and all my friends
We're all misunderstood
They say we stand for nothing and
There's no way we ever could
Now we see everything that's going wrong
With the world and those who lead it
We just feel like we don't have the means
To rise above and beat it
So we keep waiting
Waiting on the world to change
We keep on waiting
Waiting on the world to change
Wait, was John Mayer being brilliant? Yes. I dislike most of his music, but good God is his body wonderland.
Anywho I was reading Vonnegut, Armageddon in Retrospect, (Brilliant man. He was a good man and the greatest writer. I wish I could have met him and talked to him. I think he would be at my dinner.) and thinking about the greatest generation and then it's pearl harbor day and I'm diddling around on Facebook. I don't want to be the greatest, I just want to be a good one. I'll work on that once I think of a clever Facebook status.
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