Wine Flu.
So my Freshman year of College is over. Fucking fast, ey.
In the past few days, I signed a lease for a wonderful house with two rad peeps (Jewish Indie kids as they described themselves) for a reasonable price and I think I've eased up about my financial situation. It's still a very tight rope I'm walking on. Or rather sleep walking on with little indication of awareness. But I'll worry about that later. Anywho, there's a porch, two garages we're planning on converting to a recording space, and a newly furbished kitchen that I'm excited to fuck up with my various cooking exploits. It's in front of a Mississippi Ghost of the South sorta house, two minutes from a pawn shop, and two minutes from the club filled downtown area. A perfect balance.
Kevin and Christian have been wonderful roommates. Those rich little buggers are living in the dorms next year (jussskiddddding). Fell in love with those two over the last year, and Kevin and I now share a bond and a friendship now that I think has incorporated a thud of a respect and fart-filled, smores-scented love for each other. As for Christian, I think I can safely say I have a super saiyan friend now.
Like Spector, I'm thinking of whether or not to switch sides at the moment. Not politically, but 'spiritually'. Saw thing a sermon of Rick Warren' a month ago, and it's been surprisingly the one thing that springs up in my mind so many times. Made a lot of stances clear to myself about Christianity, Religion, Mythology, and Atheism (basically that all of it's necessary bullshit), but as for the subject of God, I find myself still on the fence about it. It's been helpful though. Still praying like a child/having a conversational prayer to "something" everyday. I'm at a point where I find fully believing or not believing that there is a divine figure to be unnecessarily pretentious for a human. No matter what I go through, I will eternally talk like a doe-eyed child to something up there, seeking comfort. I may have symbolically and defiantly thrown away the gold cross I used to wear around my neck, and triumph intellect over religion any day, yet I'm such at ease in a prayer.
Been going to the gym EVERYDAY (proudly!) for the past four weeks from the day I saw the Rick Warren sermon (coincidentally or due to the fact of). Eating healthier, biceps noticeably grown! (from flab to kinda having a shape), feeling better.
For now, I'm working out regularly and praying with full belief to either an actual divine figure, an answering machine that's filled up, or my self. Well, as I'm looking forward to my stint in Orlando, I might come out of it as a pretentious know-it-all existentialist fuck with 30 more pounds gained. Which is exactly the person I'm trying to transform out of.
ASHES TO ASHES!
Been listening to Leonard Cohen's live in London incessantly for the past few weeks. He said this great quote about when he had a decade-long Sabbatical in a Buddhist temple.
"I studied the arts of religion for years, but cheerfulness kept breaking through".
In the past few days, I signed a lease for a wonderful house with two rad peeps (Jewish Indie kids as they described themselves) for a reasonable price and I think I've eased up about my financial situation. It's still a very tight rope I'm walking on. Or rather sleep walking on with little indication of awareness. But I'll worry about that later. Anywho, there's a porch, two garages we're planning on converting to a recording space, and a newly furbished kitchen that I'm excited to fuck up with my various cooking exploits. It's in front of a Mississippi Ghost of the South sorta house, two minutes from a pawn shop, and two minutes from the club filled downtown area. A perfect balance.
Kevin and Christian have been wonderful roommates. Those rich little buggers are living in the dorms next year (jussskiddddding). Fell in love with those two over the last year, and Kevin and I now share a bond and a friendship now that I think has incorporated a thud of a respect and fart-filled, smores-scented love for each other. As for Christian, I think I can safely say I have a super saiyan friend now.
Like Spector, I'm thinking of whether or not to switch sides at the moment. Not politically, but 'spiritually'. Saw thing a sermon of Rick Warren' a month ago, and it's been surprisingly the one thing that springs up in my mind so many times. Made a lot of stances clear to myself about Christianity, Religion, Mythology, and Atheism (basically that all of it's necessary bullshit), but as for the subject of God, I find myself still on the fence about it. It's been helpful though. Still praying like a child/having a conversational prayer to "something" everyday. I'm at a point where I find fully believing or not believing that there is a divine figure to be unnecessarily pretentious for a human. No matter what I go through, I will eternally talk like a doe-eyed child to something up there, seeking comfort. I may have symbolically and defiantly thrown away the gold cross I used to wear around my neck, and triumph intellect over religion any day, yet I'm such at ease in a prayer.
Been going to the gym EVERYDAY (proudly!) for the past four weeks from the day I saw the Rick Warren sermon (coincidentally or due to the fact of). Eating healthier, biceps noticeably grown! (from flab to kinda having a shape), feeling better.
For now, I'm working out regularly and praying with full belief to either an actual divine figure, an answering machine that's filled up, or my self. Well, as I'm looking forward to my stint in Orlando, I might come out of it as a pretentious know-it-all existentialist fuck with 30 more pounds gained. Which is exactly the person I'm trying to transform out of.
ASHES TO ASHES!
Been listening to Leonard Cohen's live in London incessantly for the past few weeks. He said this great quote about when he had a decade-long Sabbatical in a Buddhist temple.
"I studied the arts of religion for years, but cheerfulness kept breaking through".