roll you eyes, and i'll go away
Ok first of all, I just got this email from my dad and I think it is the most precious thing ever.
1. What time is it? 7:25 am
2. What is your full name? Bryan Gene Hensley
3. What are you most afraid of? Snakes
4. What is the most recent movie that you have seen at the theater? don't remember
5. Have you ever seen a ghost? No
6. Where were you born? Asheville NC
7. Ever been to Alaska? No
8. Ever been toilet paperin? Yes
9. Loved someone so much that it made you cry ? Yes
10. Been in a serious car accident? Yes
11. Do you plan to have any more children? No
12. Favorite day of the week? All of them
13. Favorite Restaurant? Cattlemans
14. Favorite flower? Tulip
15. Favorite colors? Green
16. Favorite sport to watch? Golf
17. Favorite drink? Jack Daniels
18.Favorite ice cream? Bryers
19. Favorite fast food restaurant? Chicfila
20. What color is your bedroom carpet? tan
21. How many times have you failed your drivers test? 2
22. Before this one, from whom did you get your last e-mail? Stan
23. What do you do when you are bored? Think
24. Bedtime? anytime
25. Who will respond to this e-mail the quickest? Don't know
26. Who is the person you sent this to that is least likely to respond? Not sure
27. Who is the person that you are most curious to see their answers? Erica
28. Favorite TV shows? Old westerns
29. Ford or Chevy? Chevy
30. What are you listening to? My ears ringing
31. How many pets do you have? 2
32. Which came first the chicken or the egg? Chicken
33. What would you like to accomplish before you die? Retirement
34. How many people are you sending this to? 4
In other news, I have been home for almost 48 hours and have not yet had one spat with my dad. We've actually had several pleasant conversations. It's so nice. I just realized I'm using proper caps and punctuation in livejournal. weird. i think ill stop now. it is so nice to be around my dad and just be able to hang out. he is finally comfortable with me and visaversa. he asks me about school, life without feeling like hes annoying me. and i answer him in a genuine fashion without feeling like hes grilling me. it took us a long time to get where we are. hes an amazing man and i love him with all my heart.
im just waiting for the day when my dad and i will sit together on the porch and drink jack daniels and smoke cigarettes. i am pretty sure we both know that we have the same vices, we just dont want to admit it to each other yet. one day...
i will tell him of my dreams, maybe my deepest desires and fears. he'll remind me that everything is ok, as long as i am happy. he'll tell me stories of eating so many cherry tomatoes when he was 10 that he still cannot eat them to this day. ill tell him about my various journalism endeavors in LA and he'll tell me about working on the farm with my mom and being one of the first happy hippie dontgiveadamnaboutanything couples in duluth in the 70s. i wont tell him about drugs or sex because i want him to be proud of me. he wont tell me about drugs or sex because he wants to impress me. we wil laugh at all the soccer moms in the surrounding suburban homes and discuss how that will never happen to me. he'll tell me stories about the neighbors trying to befriend him, but how they secretly think he is really weird. i'll tell him about a kerouac book i'm reading, and he'll say he has never heard of it. ill explain the beauty of it and he will thoughtfully nod. we both know he will never read it. then i'll tell him about this great cd i just got. he'll subsequently take me to the basement and play the very same album on vinyl for me. ill tell him about the genocide in darfur and various efforts of groups on campus to divest in sudan, or stories ive written about americas lackluster attempts to affect change. ill explain how raphael lemkin coined the word "genocide" and how it has ironically been twisted and morphed in a way that "genocide" is a novelty. ill scoff at the fact that no nations adheres to the universal declaration of human rights and the genocide conventions anymore because they dont have to. i'll speak on my feelings regarding the current state of the international human rights campaign. he'll ask questions and then google it later. ill dip very carefully into various anarchy theories and then he will laugh at me. ill quickly drop the subject, in fear of alienating him or ruining our chat. we willl instead talk about art and what the shapes in the cloud mean to us. he'll talk to me about his pride and joy of the age 16, a bright blue 1967 pontiac gto. ill tell him i wish i could go in a ride through 1975 in his gto. he'll say he'd love that more than anything in the world. i'll tell him about selling my car and getting a hybrid. he'll think it's a good idea, but not realistic. its going to be great when it happens.
so i had my wisdom teeth taken out today. the whole time all i could think about was why they are called wisdom teeth. then once the nitrous kicked in, i started going crazy. i realized how unlikely it is that these dental assistants have ever been around drugs. they were the complete antithesis of anything i want to be around when im on any drug ever. they were unnecessarily loud and talked about stupid shit. they talked to me like i was stupid and shined bright lights in my face. then then proceeded to shove shots up my mouth and accost my mouth with drills. the talking down to me was the thing that got to me. it was such an uncomfortable, horrible atmosphere - i actually almost started to cry, and then began to laugh for a second at the pure absurdity of the fact that i am the only person i know who has cried under the influence of laughing gas at the dentist office.
then all of a sudden i started thinking about my childhood. i think it's because i spent so much fucking time in that same dentist office when i was a kid. i had a really fucked up set of teeth. they're pretty now. thanks, dr. feinkel...
i started thinking about the dichotomy i represented when i was a kid. i was really smart, but not about normal things. i wasn't at all street smart, but i had really good instincts. i had no basis for my then current reality as a 4th grader who lived in georgia, but i was really aware of my greater being. i used to always sit around and think about what it meant to alive. no shit. i remember being really confused about the infinite nature of the universe and questioning what place i served in the equation. then middle school came and i was just book smart. i got pissed when i got B's and when boys didnt talk to me. i learned about sex from my friends because my parents didnt talk to me about it. i played sports because i was alright at them and didnt know what else to do. god i hate the idea of middle school. im glad i got through it alright and started to figure my shit out towards the end of high school.
i wonder if bush realizes how stupid 'u.s. department of homeland security' sounds. it reminds me of the nazis. but then again, so does he.
im trying to decide if i should go through with this 5 week program in europe this summer. its a study abroad progam through the journalism and film school. so i'd be earning units for school, but id thusly be paying for a summer of usc tuition. it goes to london, prauge, geneva and paris. id be studying with journalists all over europe, which would be cool. but i am thinking it could be rather restricting.which is the last thing i want to happen to me while in europe. ive been to london, spain and australia - but all with groups of people. it's a pretty absurd concept. i wanted to study abroad next semester in amsterdam, which would have been totally different. i would be spending 6 mos. there without anyone, as opposed to traveling around for 5 weeks with other [potentially really lame] usc students. but alas, annenberg is a bitchy school and will not let me go during the year bc of some transferring credit bullshit. i dont want to pass on a cool opportunity but im wondering if i should save that money/stay in la or atlanta and work in order to spend the summer after graduation traveling all over europe. on my own, or with one (2 maximum) comrades, of course.
i cant smoke or drink for 3 days. i cant really eat for these three days wither. usually im ok with substituting the former for the latter, but i don't know what im going to do now. i dont want to sneak them in and then fuck up the recovery. i think i will just sleep and watch a lot of movies. i just bought the 400 blows (by francois truffaut, one of my favorite french new wavers, one of the best), a clockwork orange ( the other day my friend and i were talking about our favorite directors. she said stanley kubrick and our other friend goes 'oh, thats original...'. she shrugged it off and said 'i dont care.. he's the best". she has a valid point here.), thumbsucker (who knew vince vaughn and keanu reeves could be so awesome?), and transamerica (i watched this on the plane ride to australia. i watched it in the last couple of hours and it ended right as we were landing. i was balling, and the fellow passengers thought i was crazy.) it will be nice, as i havent really had time to relax with nothing lurking in my mind for over 6 mos. my brain needs rest. i often overlook that. while i would much rather burn out than fade away, sometimes i just need to let my brain/thoughts/body chill. perhaps, just perhaps, i just figured out the meaning of "wisdom" teeth.
1. What time is it? 7:25 am
2. What is your full name? Bryan Gene Hensley
3. What are you most afraid of? Snakes
4. What is the most recent movie that you have seen at the theater? don't remember
5. Have you ever seen a ghost? No
6. Where were you born? Asheville NC
7. Ever been to Alaska? No
8. Ever been toilet paperin? Yes
9. Loved someone so much that it made you cry ? Yes
10. Been in a serious car accident? Yes
11. Do you plan to have any more children? No
12. Favorite day of the week? All of them
13. Favorite Restaurant? Cattlemans
14. Favorite flower? Tulip
15. Favorite colors? Green
16. Favorite sport to watch? Golf
17. Favorite drink? Jack Daniels
18.Favorite ice cream? Bryers
19. Favorite fast food restaurant? Chicfila
20. What color is your bedroom carpet? tan
21. How many times have you failed your drivers test? 2
22. Before this one, from whom did you get your last e-mail? Stan
23. What do you do when you are bored? Think
24. Bedtime? anytime
25. Who will respond to this e-mail the quickest? Don't know
26. Who is the person you sent this to that is least likely to respond? Not sure
27. Who is the person that you are most curious to see their answers? Erica
28. Favorite TV shows? Old westerns
29. Ford or Chevy? Chevy
30. What are you listening to? My ears ringing
31. How many pets do you have? 2
32. Which came first the chicken or the egg? Chicken
33. What would you like to accomplish before you die? Retirement
34. How many people are you sending this to? 4
In other news, I have been home for almost 48 hours and have not yet had one spat with my dad. We've actually had several pleasant conversations. It's so nice. I just realized I'm using proper caps and punctuation in livejournal. weird. i think ill stop now. it is so nice to be around my dad and just be able to hang out. he is finally comfortable with me and visaversa. he asks me about school, life without feeling like hes annoying me. and i answer him in a genuine fashion without feeling like hes grilling me. it took us a long time to get where we are. hes an amazing man and i love him with all my heart.
im just waiting for the day when my dad and i will sit together on the porch and drink jack daniels and smoke cigarettes. i am pretty sure we both know that we have the same vices, we just dont want to admit it to each other yet. one day...
i will tell him of my dreams, maybe my deepest desires and fears. he'll remind me that everything is ok, as long as i am happy. he'll tell me stories of eating so many cherry tomatoes when he was 10 that he still cannot eat them to this day. ill tell him about my various journalism endeavors in LA and he'll tell me about working on the farm with my mom and being one of the first happy hippie dontgiveadamnaboutanything couples in duluth in the 70s. i wont tell him about drugs or sex because i want him to be proud of me. he wont tell me about drugs or sex because he wants to impress me. we wil laugh at all the soccer moms in the surrounding suburban homes and discuss how that will never happen to me. he'll tell me stories about the neighbors trying to befriend him, but how they secretly think he is really weird. i'll tell him about a kerouac book i'm reading, and he'll say he has never heard of it. ill explain the beauty of it and he will thoughtfully nod. we both know he will never read it. then i'll tell him about this great cd i just got. he'll subsequently take me to the basement and play the very same album on vinyl for me. ill tell him about the genocide in darfur and various efforts of groups on campus to divest in sudan, or stories ive written about americas lackluster attempts to affect change. ill explain how raphael lemkin coined the word "genocide" and how it has ironically been twisted and morphed in a way that "genocide" is a novelty. ill scoff at the fact that no nations adheres to the universal declaration of human rights and the genocide conventions anymore because they dont have to. i'll speak on my feelings regarding the current state of the international human rights campaign. he'll ask questions and then google it later. ill dip very carefully into various anarchy theories and then he will laugh at me. ill quickly drop the subject, in fear of alienating him or ruining our chat. we willl instead talk about art and what the shapes in the cloud mean to us. he'll talk to me about his pride and joy of the age 16, a bright blue 1967 pontiac gto. ill tell him i wish i could go in a ride through 1975 in his gto. he'll say he'd love that more than anything in the world. i'll tell him about selling my car and getting a hybrid. he'll think it's a good idea, but not realistic. its going to be great when it happens.
so i had my wisdom teeth taken out today. the whole time all i could think about was why they are called wisdom teeth. then once the nitrous kicked in, i started going crazy. i realized how unlikely it is that these dental assistants have ever been around drugs. they were the complete antithesis of anything i want to be around when im on any drug ever. they were unnecessarily loud and talked about stupid shit. they talked to me like i was stupid and shined bright lights in my face. then then proceeded to shove shots up my mouth and accost my mouth with drills. the talking down to me was the thing that got to me. it was such an uncomfortable, horrible atmosphere - i actually almost started to cry, and then began to laugh for a second at the pure absurdity of the fact that i am the only person i know who has cried under the influence of laughing gas at the dentist office.
then all of a sudden i started thinking about my childhood. i think it's because i spent so much fucking time in that same dentist office when i was a kid. i had a really fucked up set of teeth. they're pretty now. thanks, dr. feinkel...
i started thinking about the dichotomy i represented when i was a kid. i was really smart, but not about normal things. i wasn't at all street smart, but i had really good instincts. i had no basis for my then current reality as a 4th grader who lived in georgia, but i was really aware of my greater being. i used to always sit around and think about what it meant to alive. no shit. i remember being really confused about the infinite nature of the universe and questioning what place i served in the equation. then middle school came and i was just book smart. i got pissed when i got B's and when boys didnt talk to me. i learned about sex from my friends because my parents didnt talk to me about it. i played sports because i was alright at them and didnt know what else to do. god i hate the idea of middle school. im glad i got through it alright and started to figure my shit out towards the end of high school.
i wonder if bush realizes how stupid 'u.s. department of homeland security' sounds. it reminds me of the nazis. but then again, so does he.
im trying to decide if i should go through with this 5 week program in europe this summer. its a study abroad progam through the journalism and film school. so i'd be earning units for school, but id thusly be paying for a summer of usc tuition. it goes to london, prauge, geneva and paris. id be studying with journalists all over europe, which would be cool. but i am thinking it could be rather restricting.which is the last thing i want to happen to me while in europe. ive been to london, spain and australia - but all with groups of people. it's a pretty absurd concept. i wanted to study abroad next semester in amsterdam, which would have been totally different. i would be spending 6 mos. there without anyone, as opposed to traveling around for 5 weeks with other [potentially really lame] usc students. but alas, annenberg is a bitchy school and will not let me go during the year bc of some transferring credit bullshit. i dont want to pass on a cool opportunity but im wondering if i should save that money/stay in la or atlanta and work in order to spend the summer after graduation traveling all over europe. on my own, or with one (2 maximum) comrades, of course.
i cant smoke or drink for 3 days. i cant really eat for these three days wither. usually im ok with substituting the former for the latter, but i don't know what im going to do now. i dont want to sneak them in and then fuck up the recovery. i think i will just sleep and watch a lot of movies. i just bought the 400 blows (by francois truffaut, one of my favorite french new wavers, one of the best), a clockwork orange ( the other day my friend and i were talking about our favorite directors. she said stanley kubrick and our other friend goes 'oh, thats original...'. she shrugged it off and said 'i dont care.. he's the best". she has a valid point here.), thumbsucker (who knew vince vaughn and keanu reeves could be so awesome?), and transamerica (i watched this on the plane ride to australia. i watched it in the last couple of hours and it ended right as we were landing. i was balling, and the fellow passengers thought i was crazy.) it will be nice, as i havent really had time to relax with nothing lurking in my mind for over 6 mos. my brain needs rest. i often overlook that. while i would much rather burn out than fade away, sometimes i just need to let my brain/thoughts/body chill. perhaps, just perhaps, i just figured out the meaning of "wisdom" teeth.