Carl Dixon does not exist
so... mock-jury duty today. that was a hoot. my group went a little out of control.
the case: carl dixon
count of inditement: possession and intent to distribute "marahuana" (flax seed)
i guess every other group deliberating reached a nice clean verdict within five or so minutes. not my group. we proceeded to scream at each other for a good 45 minutes... and still were deadlocked. people began to not change their vote just to be stubborn and piss everyone else off. very memorable was carlee's "kinnan you'd better watch out next time in kickball i'm gonna get you!!!!" before explaining her reasoning to believe the defendent was 'not guilty'... "THE GOVERNMENT IS CORRUPT"
that made me laugh. people began taking it personally and there were blatant attacks on individuals. then the ugly part came along. people just pulled shit out of their ass. kenien, for example. "you can't impress you're girlfriend with a thirteen year-old car!"
ok.
anyhow. i was in the park today, just standing, and i feel this prick on the top of my foot (i have my clogs on). i was like omg damn stick is in my shoe and then it hurt.. real bad. i slip my clog off and there are 3 bees sitting on top of my foot. stinging me. i SCREAMED. i brushed them off, conversly getting stung on forearm as well, and my foot is throbbing due to some 4-5 stings. i was just like, great. i did notice something though. when i began walking they felt better. i think that moving, thus increasing blood flow, makes things hurt less. like when i hurt my back it was sooo sore b/c it was stiff, but once i got back on the court it began to hurt less and less. interesting it is (remember:i'm yoda).
so until further notice i am "forbidden to use the car". as a result of the demanding courthouse visit, an intense physics review session, and more bee stings than i want, i was perfectly content on sitting down and watching "law and order" at 7 before heading upstairs to read. but no. my dad comes in and says "why don't you bring your painting that you're working on (picture available on an earlier entry) over to visit your grandparents. now as much as i love old people i really was not in the proper mood to handle the idiosyncratic tendencies of my grandparents. so i'm like "UHHHH FINE." and because it is, say, 740, i figure i'll watch the rest of my show. he proceeds to try and pick a few fights with me, so i ignore him. then he says "would you watch that somewhere else i want to put on the yankees game." so, pissed, i just turn it off and walk upstairs to get the keys. then he says (again) "are you going to see your grandparents or not?" i turn and add "if you stop nagging." then he gets on the whole, oooh don't use that tone w/ me don't talk to me like that authority complex, and i laugh. "ooh, ooh, your not going now, your forbidden to drive". wow. i can't waste 2 hours immersed in moth balls as my grandfather sleeps upstiars and my grandmother asks me to help her clean while reciting the obituaries to me? you punished me. as for the weekend, your subaru is a bucket of nails anyway. i'll take mom's car.
We sent out the SOS call
It was a quater past four
In the morning
When the storm broke our second anchor line.
Four months at sea.
Four months of calm seas
Only to be pounded in the shallows
Off of the tip of Montauk Point.
They call them rogues.
They travel fast and alone,
One hundred foot faces
Of God's good ocean gone wrong
What they call love is a risk,
Cause you will always get hit
Out of nowhere
By some wave and end up on your own.
The hole in the hull defied the crews attempts
To bail us out.
And flooded the engines and radio
And half buried bow.
Your tongue is a rudder.
It steers the whole ship.
Sends your words past your lips
Or keeps them safe behind your teeth.
But the wrong words will strand you.
Come off course while you sleep.
Sweep your boat out to sea
Or dashed it to bits on the reef.
The vessel groans
The ocean pressures its frame.
Off the port I see the lighthouse
Through the sleet and the rain.
And I wish for one more day
To give my love and repay debts.
But the morning finds our bodies
Washed up thirty miles west.
They say that the captain
Stays fast with the ship
Through still and storm.
But this ain't the Dakota.
And the water is cold.
We won't have to fight for long.
This is the end.
This story's old
But it goes on and on
Until we disappear.
Calm me and let me taste
The salt that you breathed
While you were underneath.
I am the one who haunts your dreams
Of mountains sunk below the sea.
I spoke the words but never
Gave a thought to what they all could mean.
I know that this is what you want.
A funeral keeps both of us apart.
You know that you are not alone.
Need you like water in my lungs.
This is the end.
the case: carl dixon
count of inditement: possession and intent to distribute "marahuana" (flax seed)
i guess every other group deliberating reached a nice clean verdict within five or so minutes. not my group. we proceeded to scream at each other for a good 45 minutes... and still were deadlocked. people began to not change their vote just to be stubborn and piss everyone else off. very memorable was carlee's "kinnan you'd better watch out next time in kickball i'm gonna get you!!!!" before explaining her reasoning to believe the defendent was 'not guilty'... "THE GOVERNMENT IS CORRUPT"
that made me laugh. people began taking it personally and there were blatant attacks on individuals. then the ugly part came along. people just pulled shit out of their ass. kenien, for example. "you can't impress you're girlfriend with a thirteen year-old car!"
ok.
anyhow. i was in the park today, just standing, and i feel this prick on the top of my foot (i have my clogs on). i was like omg damn stick is in my shoe and then it hurt.. real bad. i slip my clog off and there are 3 bees sitting on top of my foot. stinging me. i SCREAMED. i brushed them off, conversly getting stung on forearm as well, and my foot is throbbing due to some 4-5 stings. i was just like, great. i did notice something though. when i began walking they felt better. i think that moving, thus increasing blood flow, makes things hurt less. like when i hurt my back it was sooo sore b/c it was stiff, but once i got back on the court it began to hurt less and less. interesting it is (remember:i'm yoda).
so until further notice i am "forbidden to use the car". as a result of the demanding courthouse visit, an intense physics review session, and more bee stings than i want, i was perfectly content on sitting down and watching "law and order" at 7 before heading upstairs to read. but no. my dad comes in and says "why don't you bring your painting that you're working on (picture available on an earlier entry) over to visit your grandparents. now as much as i love old people i really was not in the proper mood to handle the idiosyncratic tendencies of my grandparents. so i'm like "UHHHH FINE." and because it is, say, 740, i figure i'll watch the rest of my show. he proceeds to try and pick a few fights with me, so i ignore him. then he says "would you watch that somewhere else i want to put on the yankees game." so, pissed, i just turn it off and walk upstairs to get the keys. then he says (again) "are you going to see your grandparents or not?" i turn and add "if you stop nagging." then he gets on the whole, oooh don't use that tone w/ me don't talk to me like that authority complex, and i laugh. "ooh, ooh, your not going now, your forbidden to drive". wow. i can't waste 2 hours immersed in moth balls as my grandfather sleeps upstiars and my grandmother asks me to help her clean while reciting the obituaries to me? you punished me. as for the weekend, your subaru is a bucket of nails anyway. i'll take mom's car.
We sent out the SOS call
It was a quater past four
In the morning
When the storm broke our second anchor line.
Four months at sea.
Four months of calm seas
Only to be pounded in the shallows
Off of the tip of Montauk Point.
They call them rogues.
They travel fast and alone,
One hundred foot faces
Of God's good ocean gone wrong
What they call love is a risk,
Cause you will always get hit
Out of nowhere
By some wave and end up on your own.
The hole in the hull defied the crews attempts
To bail us out.
And flooded the engines and radio
And half buried bow.
Your tongue is a rudder.
It steers the whole ship.
Sends your words past your lips
Or keeps them safe behind your teeth.
But the wrong words will strand you.
Come off course while you sleep.
Sweep your boat out to sea
Or dashed it to bits on the reef.
The vessel groans
The ocean pressures its frame.
Off the port I see the lighthouse
Through the sleet and the rain.
And I wish for one more day
To give my love and repay debts.
But the morning finds our bodies
Washed up thirty miles west.
They say that the captain
Stays fast with the ship
Through still and storm.
But this ain't the Dakota.
And the water is cold.
We won't have to fight for long.
This is the end.
This story's old
But it goes on and on
Until we disappear.
Calm me and let me taste
The salt that you breathed
While you were underneath.
I am the one who haunts your dreams
Of mountains sunk below the sea.
I spoke the words but never
Gave a thought to what they all could mean.
I know that this is what you want.
A funeral keeps both of us apart.
You know that you are not alone.
Need you like water in my lungs.
This is the end.