Ah, you're so vain!
This will be the biggest post... ever. Well, maybe not. But it'll be long.
I decided that I do too much talking, and not enough telling. I talk about what's going on in my head and what I think, but I don't tell you much. You can figure out the difference between talking and telling. Maybe I'm just making up two different definitions of the words, when in fact, they're basically the same thing. But, to me, talking is just... talking. Saying words and making sentences and whatnot. But telling involves a crowd. To me, telling is more intentional. So, I'm telling you about myself. I made my own survey (you can copy it and paste it into your entry if you want, because it's so awesome) and I took my own pictures. I also made a list of the most influential bands of the 80's, 90's, and today. So, kick back, relax, and let me tell you something...
Here are my top ten most influential bands/artists of the 1980's, 1990's, and 2000-2005. They are certainly in no particular order, so don't freak. And, just to note, these aren't necessarily my FAVORITE bands/artists, they're just who most influenced me. So, here we go.
1980's:
New Kids on the Block
Phil Collins
Tom Petty
Janet Jackson
Michael Jackson
Guns N Roses
Boyz II Men
Garth Brooks (yep, it's true)
Aerosmith
1990's:
New Kids on the Block
Silverchair
Nirvana
Blink 182
Green Day
Local H
Ace of Base
Bush
Jewel
Pearl Jam
2000-2005
Silverchair
Delirious
Passion
Copeland
Sigur Ros
Damien Rice
Pete Murray
Jimmy Eat World
Cool Hand Luke
Switchfoot
Here is some stuff about me:
*My favorite song right now is Have You Passed Through This Night? by Explosions in the Sky
*My favorite movie right now is The Family Stone
*My favorite poet is Emily Dickinson
*My favorite author is Dalton Trumbo (because of his book, Johnny Got His Gun)
*My favorite band is Silverchair
*I am most worried about my future
*My favorite song lyric is, "Sing me to sleep underneath a blanket of stars tonight/where all my hopes and fears look childish in the light"
*My dream job is to work (in any way) in the music industry or be a doctor in PNG or Pago Pago
*My biggest insecurity is not having a six pack
*I think I will die by either cancer or being a martyr
*Someone I started listening to again is Jennifer Knapp
*My best friend is Aaron Bennett
*I wish I had a car that never, ever broke down and never ran out of gas
*The thing most people don't know about me is... I like to skinny dip at night
*The last lie I told was, "I'm fine. How are you?" I'm not fine, and I didn't care how he was
*The thing I agree with, that most people don't, is abortion (I completely support any woman who decides to have an abortion. I don't think it's right or that it should be endorsed, but I should, in no way, tell anybody what they can/cannot do to their own body) and the Terri Schiavo thing (We spent 3 entire labs studying the mental/physical state of her. I don't care what any left or right-wing newspaper tells you, they're wrong. Read what an actual doctor wrote [not what an actual doctor said to a reporter... who will always write whatever they want to write for whomever is paying them]).
*I want people to know that I care a lot about them.
*The coolest thing that happened to me in the past 48 hours is my car getting fixed ($800+ later...)
*The most amount of money I spent on something that wasn't worth that much money is a pair of jeans (we're not talking about how much they were)
*The thing I don't like about my family is how much we never see each other
*The things I want to change about me are the things that most people want to change about themselves: Being active in changing the world for good, saving more money, spending more time with the family, making more friends, spend time trying to understand who God is, etc. But, something I want to change about myself that most people don't know about is... basically, I wish I could be happier. Like, I'm a pretty happy guy, and I think you can tell that when I talk. But, I just wish I could understand how blessed I am, and in return, just be happy about it.
*The kind of stuff I think about that could "do me in:" Prayers do not work. Nobody likes me. I'm ugly. I'm not good at anything. I'm a failure. I am never going to accomplish anything. No one will ever know the real me. At the end of the day, we're all doing what we want.
*The way I'm feeling right now is, no one will ever find me attractive enough to be their boyfriend/husband. And, if someone ever does like me, and I like them back, they'll get to know the "real" me and end up hating me.
Here's my favorite (*not the best) poem I wrote:
(Untitled)
I was cleaning out the attic of this world of ours
Polishing the milky way, and sweeping up the stars
When I stumbled upon an umarked door,
I thought, "This is the way to heaven, I'm sure."
But my knees grew stiff and my feet got cold
When I thought of all the stories I'd been told
Of how when you find your feet inside
There will be no place for secrets to hide
Now, I've got nothing against all that light
But I like my secrets just fine.
I was cleaning out the basement of this world of ours
Pumping out the lava and putting it in jars
When I stumbled upon an unmarked door
I thought, "This is the way to hell, I'm sure."
But my knees grew stiff and my feet got cold
When I thought of all the stories I'd been told
Of how when you find your feet inside
Your whole body will be burned alive
Don't get me wrong, I like combustion alright,
But, I've got bigger fires to fight.
And now, a story:
Wednesday night after I got done swimming, I was pulling around a corner on the GC campus, when suddenly, my power steering stopped working. I looked down, and then my battery light came on... then my car died. I parked it in the turning line (not officially the turning lane... I actually don't even think it was a turning lane... it was about 200 feet away from where cars actually turned). Then, I called a GOOD friend to come and get me. He brought a big thing of gas and a battery charger. The problem was neither my battery or lack of gasoline. So, I called campus security and let them know that I would be keeping my car on campus until the next morning (because I thought there were no towing places open at 9:30 at night). Campus security said that would be okay, so I was driven home. The next morning (Thursday, 27/4/06), my mom went to go and pay the towing people. She called me before she paid and said, "Please call campus security and make sure your car is still there." I said, "Mom, it's still there. They said they were going to check on it, and if anything happened, they'll let me know." To which she replied, "Joey, just do it." So, I called, and here's what the campus security guy said,
"Know what happened? Your car was towed. We were all shocked! Hall County came out here and saw there was an abandoned vehicle, so they called up the towing company and towed your car. Then, they called us after they did it. They didn't even tell us before they did it."
So, I wanted to slit my wrists. I called my mom and told her the good news, and she got irritated (cried, complained, etc.). Then, she goes to the towing company, and it turns out that the tow was $125 plus $20 storing fee. So, $145 on the spot just from being towed from GC campus. We still needed to take it TO the mechanic, so that was going to be an extra $45. Bottom line, we spent $190 before we even got to the freaking mechanic.
So, we're all thinking, "Hopefully it's nothing big." Well, it was something kind of big. My entire gas pump module needed to be replaced. $469. $130 for labor. $636 total (with tax). $826 in two days.
I have my car now. I got to have a few days of fun goofing around with my mom (which was a lot of fun). My parents came through for me. The end.
Here are some pictures I took today:
Here are my two favorite paintings in my house:
Here is my favorite mat/rug thing that I spilled something on (and NO ONE has noticed... yet):
This was our side garden. A few years ago, my brother grew marijuana behind those azalea bushes. Mother never found out.
People used to use this thing, but now it just takes up some of our back patio:
My brother and I used to play basketball like no tomorrow. If you had a "Slam-It," you were cool. We were cool:
This is where our big trampoline was. You can see the kudzu circle that was growing underneath it. Ahh... memories:
This is my favorite side of the mailbox. Why is it my favorite? Because it's not very old, but has so much character. Its numbers are crumbling, and it's rusting. Like my soul:
Don't try to rob us:
This is my favorite place to walk:
This is my favorite place to lay in my front yard talking to a mechanic asking him, "What time will my car be ready?:
This is my favorite place to look in the distance and think, "I wish I had a car right now."
This is my favorite place to do the self-timer on my camera for the first time:
And now, a sequence of pictures:
This a picture I took of myself before I shaved and got a haircut:
Fin.
I decided that I do too much talking, and not enough telling. I talk about what's going on in my head and what I think, but I don't tell you much. You can figure out the difference between talking and telling. Maybe I'm just making up two different definitions of the words, when in fact, they're basically the same thing. But, to me, talking is just... talking. Saying words and making sentences and whatnot. But telling involves a crowd. To me, telling is more intentional. So, I'm telling you about myself. I made my own survey (you can copy it and paste it into your entry if you want, because it's so awesome) and I took my own pictures. I also made a list of the most influential bands of the 80's, 90's, and today. So, kick back, relax, and let me tell you something...
Here are my top ten most influential bands/artists of the 1980's, 1990's, and 2000-2005. They are certainly in no particular order, so don't freak. And, just to note, these aren't necessarily my FAVORITE bands/artists, they're just who most influenced me. So, here we go.
1980's:
New Kids on the Block
Phil Collins
Tom Petty
Janet Jackson
Michael Jackson
Guns N Roses
Boyz II Men
Garth Brooks (yep, it's true)
Aerosmith
1990's:
New Kids on the Block
Silverchair
Nirvana
Blink 182
Green Day
Local H
Ace of Base
Bush
Jewel
Pearl Jam
2000-2005
Silverchair
Delirious
Passion
Copeland
Sigur Ros
Damien Rice
Pete Murray
Jimmy Eat World
Cool Hand Luke
Switchfoot
Here is some stuff about me:
*My favorite song right now is Have You Passed Through This Night? by Explosions in the Sky
*My favorite movie right now is The Family Stone
*My favorite poet is Emily Dickinson
*My favorite author is Dalton Trumbo (because of his book, Johnny Got His Gun)
*My favorite band is Silverchair
*I am most worried about my future
*My favorite song lyric is, "Sing me to sleep underneath a blanket of stars tonight/where all my hopes and fears look childish in the light"
*My dream job is to work (in any way) in the music industry or be a doctor in PNG or Pago Pago
*My biggest insecurity is not having a six pack
*I think I will die by either cancer or being a martyr
*Someone I started listening to again is Jennifer Knapp
*My best friend is Aaron Bennett
*I wish I had a car that never, ever broke down and never ran out of gas
*The thing most people don't know about me is... I like to skinny dip at night
*The last lie I told was, "I'm fine. How are you?" I'm not fine, and I didn't care how he was
*The thing I agree with, that most people don't, is abortion (I completely support any woman who decides to have an abortion. I don't think it's right or that it should be endorsed, but I should, in no way, tell anybody what they can/cannot do to their own body) and the Terri Schiavo thing (We spent 3 entire labs studying the mental/physical state of her. I don't care what any left or right-wing newspaper tells you, they're wrong. Read what an actual doctor wrote [not what an actual doctor said to a reporter... who will always write whatever they want to write for whomever is paying them]).
*I want people to know that I care a lot about them.
*The coolest thing that happened to me in the past 48 hours is my car getting fixed ($800+ later...)
*The most amount of money I spent on something that wasn't worth that much money is a pair of jeans (we're not talking about how much they were)
*The thing I don't like about my family is how much we never see each other
*The things I want to change about me are the things that most people want to change about themselves: Being active in changing the world for good, saving more money, spending more time with the family, making more friends, spend time trying to understand who God is, etc. But, something I want to change about myself that most people don't know about is... basically, I wish I could be happier. Like, I'm a pretty happy guy, and I think you can tell that when I talk. But, I just wish I could understand how blessed I am, and in return, just be happy about it.
*The kind of stuff I think about that could "do me in:" Prayers do not work. Nobody likes me. I'm ugly. I'm not good at anything. I'm a failure. I am never going to accomplish anything. No one will ever know the real me. At the end of the day, we're all doing what we want.
*The way I'm feeling right now is, no one will ever find me attractive enough to be their boyfriend/husband. And, if someone ever does like me, and I like them back, they'll get to know the "real" me and end up hating me.
Here's my favorite (*not the best) poem I wrote:
(Untitled)
I was cleaning out the attic of this world of ours
Polishing the milky way, and sweeping up the stars
When I stumbled upon an umarked door,
I thought, "This is the way to heaven, I'm sure."
But my knees grew stiff and my feet got cold
When I thought of all the stories I'd been told
Of how when you find your feet inside
There will be no place for secrets to hide
Now, I've got nothing against all that light
But I like my secrets just fine.
I was cleaning out the basement of this world of ours
Pumping out the lava and putting it in jars
When I stumbled upon an unmarked door
I thought, "This is the way to hell, I'm sure."
But my knees grew stiff and my feet got cold
When I thought of all the stories I'd been told
Of how when you find your feet inside
Your whole body will be burned alive
Don't get me wrong, I like combustion alright,
But, I've got bigger fires to fight.
And now, a story:
Wednesday night after I got done swimming, I was pulling around a corner on the GC campus, when suddenly, my power steering stopped working. I looked down, and then my battery light came on... then my car died. I parked it in the turning line (not officially the turning lane... I actually don't even think it was a turning lane... it was about 200 feet away from where cars actually turned). Then, I called a GOOD friend to come and get me. He brought a big thing of gas and a battery charger. The problem was neither my battery or lack of gasoline. So, I called campus security and let them know that I would be keeping my car on campus until the next morning (because I thought there were no towing places open at 9:30 at night). Campus security said that would be okay, so I was driven home. The next morning (Thursday, 27/4/06), my mom went to go and pay the towing people. She called me before she paid and said, "Please call campus security and make sure your car is still there." I said, "Mom, it's still there. They said they were going to check on it, and if anything happened, they'll let me know." To which she replied, "Joey, just do it." So, I called, and here's what the campus security guy said,
"Know what happened? Your car was towed. We were all shocked! Hall County came out here and saw there was an abandoned vehicle, so they called up the towing company and towed your car. Then, they called us after they did it. They didn't even tell us before they did it."
So, I wanted to slit my wrists. I called my mom and told her the good news, and she got irritated (cried, complained, etc.). Then, she goes to the towing company, and it turns out that the tow was $125 plus $20 storing fee. So, $145 on the spot just from being towed from GC campus. We still needed to take it TO the mechanic, so that was going to be an extra $45. Bottom line, we spent $190 before we even got to the freaking mechanic.
So, we're all thinking, "Hopefully it's nothing big." Well, it was something kind of big. My entire gas pump module needed to be replaced. $469. $130 for labor. $636 total (with tax). $826 in two days.
I have my car now. I got to have a few days of fun goofing around with my mom (which was a lot of fun). My parents came through for me. The end.
Here are some pictures I took today:
Here are my two favorite paintings in my house:
Here is my favorite mat/rug thing that I spilled something on (and NO ONE has noticed... yet):
This was our side garden. A few years ago, my brother grew marijuana behind those azalea bushes. Mother never found out.
People used to use this thing, but now it just takes up some of our back patio:
My brother and I used to play basketball like no tomorrow. If you had a "Slam-It," you were cool. We were cool:
This is where our big trampoline was. You can see the kudzu circle that was growing underneath it. Ahh... memories:
This is my favorite side of the mailbox. Why is it my favorite? Because it's not very old, but has so much character. Its numbers are crumbling, and it's rusting. Like my soul:
Don't try to rob us:
This is my favorite place to walk:
This is my favorite place to lay in my front yard talking to a mechanic asking him, "What time will my car be ready?:
This is my favorite place to look in the distance and think, "I wish I had a car right now."
This is my favorite place to do the self-timer on my camera for the first time:
And now, a sequence of pictures:
This a picture I took of myself before I shaved and got a haircut:
Fin.