Currently Reading Catch 22 By Joseph Heller see related

A lot of drama on xanga as of late about hating straightedge kids (or non-straightedge kids).  This makes me laugh.  We shouldn't waste time grouping the people we hate into genres.  This only takes away from time we could spend making fun of those we dislike.  So here is how we remedy this my good friends.  Hate everyone.  If you hate people in general you are set for life.  You don't have to think to yourself , "Gee... what type of person is he.. I do not know whether I should like him or hate him... whatever will I do?"  You can simply walk up to the person and say "Fuck you.  I don't like you."  Why is that, they will inevitabley ask... "well because that's how I roll."  Problems solved.  Everyone will live in peace.

Outside of me being bored and having the desire to post something random, not much is going on.  I've been spending a bit of time with the few friends I have before I leave for college next week.  Played a bit of soccer with the guys from South.  Played a bit of soccer with some of the guys from North (haha there were only three of us so I suppose it doesn't classify as 'some of the guys').  I will be gone this weekend to Cinci, and next Friday I leave for training.  If anyone wants to do anything give me a call because I would like to see everyone that wants to see me before I leave.  Farewell and may the force be with you....

Currently Listening The Possibility and the Promise By Amber Pacific For What It's Worth see related

It was nice and peaceful.  Then, all of the sudden, you'd never guess what I saw on the wall.  Another "Fuck You."  It was written with a red crayon or something, right under the glass part of the wall, under the stones.

That's the whole trouble.  You can't ever find a place that's nice and peaceful, because there isn't any.  You may think there is, but once you get there, when you're not looking, somebody will sneak up and write "Fuck You" right under your nose.   Try it sometime.  I think, even, if I ever die, and they stick me in a cemetery, and I have a tombstone and all, it'll say "Holden Caulfield" on it, and then what year I was born and what year I died, and then right under that it'll say "Fuck You."  I'm positive, in fact.

Good book...  Everyone should read it over the summer (I know that if you are on xanga then you have enough free time to read a book). 

Outside of that I will be at college in two weeks and one day.  Which means (drumroll please).... no more damned Muhlenberg County.  That's all I have to say.

Fireworks are a lot more amazing when you watch them alone....

This past week has been amazing... Went to Cinci for the Warped Tour with Gavin and Nanny.  Here are a few things I have learned:

1. Kings Island has a surfable wave pool.  This is fucking amazing...

2.  I can't surf.  The wavepool is not so amazing if while in it you are hit in the head with a board and thrown about 40 yards by a wave. 

3.  Travis Nanny gets all the hot girls. I am working on a scientific theory for this one, but I have yet to come up with a good hypotheses

4.  Gavin Hill and I... not so much on getting the hot girls.

5.  Girls don't like hearing their friends called whores.  However, guys don't give a damn what you say about their friends as long as it's funny.

6.  I apparently look like the guitarist from All-American Rejects enough that I can be mistaken for him.

7.  The All-American Rejects kick ass live.  I expected their show to be kind of boring (even though I love them) because the music is more mellow than a lot of the other bands I wanted to see (Funeral for a Friend, Matchbook Romance, etc.), but they were probably the best show there.

8. Continuing to stay in a mosh pit after getting cut open by some guys watch is a bad idea.  Nice infected cut because of that one.

9.  If a guy cuts you open with his watch in a mosh pit and you punch him in the face, no one seems to care.  They just continue moshing as if nothing happened (this includes both the puncher and the punchee).

10.  Local rock shows are still good even when compared to Warped Tour (and the pits are a bit less intense which allows for a much needed break from getting my ass kicked).  PFAC kicked ass tonight as did Hephastus (sure I butchered the spelling of that one but I am far too lazy to look it up).

These are my ten lessons from the week in Cinci.  Everyone should learn from them and not be as much of a dumbass as I.  Outside of that it is a bit sad to be back in the 'Berg after the amazingness that was Warped Tour.  Creekstock helped soften the blow a bit though by giving me something to do.  Now that all the excitement is over, it is back to soccer, running, reading, and guitar.  I quit my job so there shall be lots of time for the aforementioned activities.  Farewell to all and may the force be with you.

And now - Plato's words mock me in the shadows on the ledge behind the flames:

"...the men of the cave would say of him that up he went and down he came without his eyes..."

Ironic that light can blind.....

Currently Listening Give Up By The Postal Service We Will Become Silhouettes see related

I can't sleep anymore.  I have been averaging approximately four hours of sleep a night over the past two weeks.  Perhaps the fact that I am making mathematical equations out of my sleep patterns is part of the problem?  I never plan on staying up all night, it just seems to happen.  Most of my friends stay up late as well, but they sleep all day.  I will be up by eight tomorrow.  I don't have anything to do at eight tomorrow, but yet I will be awake.  I will end up reading, studying (yes I am a loser), playing guitar, or watching some terrible show on t.v.  It is the same every day.  Then at night, I say to myself "I think I shall catch up on a bit of sleep tonight."  The next thing I know it is four or five in the morning.  The stangest part is that I always feel great the next day.  Perhaps I should see someone about this lack of sleep...

Outside of that I guess not much has been going on (surprising to think that little is going on in my world).  I have been running with the cross country team lately.  Today we did mile repeats.  Brought back memories.  I just finished re-reading Flowers for Algernon.  Not sleeping gives you time to catch up on things like that.  Perhaps I will re-start A Seperate Peace tomorrow?  I'm too cheap and lazy to go buy new books, so I must make due.  I went to freshman orientation not too long ago.  I got to meet some of the guys from the soccer team and some of the girls with whom I will inevitably waste a good portion of the next four years of my life being "just friends" (either because I'm too stupid to tell them how I feel or because they just aren't interested. I like to keep a bit of variety in my life.... you never know which of the two it will be).  Something to look foward to I suppose.  Anyway, I am out of here.  Going to play some old Super Mario Brothers 3 and attempt to sleep.  Leave some comments people... my posts usually go two weeks without being updated, yet I seldom get as many comments as my friends that post every day.