midnite minneapolis soliloquy
sometimes, i don't feel like i'm a heterosexual male because i don't find jessica simpson attractive. i really...question my straightness. the ironic part of this is i've survived up until this point by grabbing testicles, making obscene gay jokes, performing faux-fellatio and other tidbits yet this is the straw that breaks the camels back.
in other news; AMERICA IS BIG. you don't realize the enormity nor the bore-ity of america until you drive thru nebraska and wyoming. good god. what hellish states. it's a good thing i was not commisioned to travel across the americas ala lewis and clark. i'd have wanton sex with sacajawea and give up around indiana.
i know there is a realllllly good rhyme for sacajawea laying around somewhere in my brain. i shall extract it.
mountains are infinitely more stirring then anything minnesota has to offer. being in a small valley surrounded by mountains gives you a good idea of your place in life. that's what i liked about utah. even if i built the biggest damn house on edinburgh golf course i'd still have to look outside and go "damn...i can't beat that" that's why the twin-cities blow is because the only points of references we have are man-made objects.
is there a difference between me liking the fiery furnaces and someone else liking cars? sure, i'm smarter than the person who obsesses over cars...but we ultimately are allowing our time to be consumed by things that don't matter. we don't trascend. we don't become uber-mensch. in the end, we just chose different ends of the spectrums. one drinks miller light. the other drinks naked all natural fruit juice. one loves buffalo wild wings. the other only dines at w.a. frost and co. seems kinda pointless to seperate when ultimately everything blurs into one. bah, this is why i don't wax philosophical ala teejkid in the journal; because i don't want a response to my amateur attempts.
although, i do respect the effort teej.
i kept a journal when i was 9 years old. i had three of my teeth pulled on one day, then i went to subway to get my favorite sub, then i went to a gift store to buy a journal and then i went to matt evangelist's house to hang out and play with legos. that was a good day, and it was the first day in my life i ever recorded what i did. it's a strange phenomenon that we give so much credit to where we are as a race based upon huge monumental events but the most important events, the most lifechanging, are never comitted to paper or cyprus or keyboard or whatever. the most pivotal moments in my life will be forgotten and all i'll remember is writing about katie dorff and 'newsradio'... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ...
i often feel a disalarming draw-off-ity from my old friends. old, not in the sense that they aren't friends, but old in the sense that if i told them how i feel as i feel right now that a friendship wouldn't exist. if i explained why i'm here and why i don't want to talk about chodes but rather something you have no interest in taking about that you would draw away. i'd rather be the drawer-awayer. perhaps you meet with certain people, as stars and moons align, and you have that window of opportunity and it is a glorious eclipse,,,but once that moment passes, you don't reach out to the star and ask it to pass by you again, you accept the eventuality of it. that is how i feel. i don't like anyone more...i don't like anyone less. i just feel that reaching towards a conclusion that has passed is nothing but an epilogue on something that should have wrapped long ago. the worst thing in the world is to be talking only of the past.
that makes no sense.
what i just wrote.
this is why i don't write online because writing online is critical and open for argument. and argument doesn't occur within a brain because your brain is not subjective.
but seriously...........................................'
to be concluded, hahahahahhahahahahahhaa.
in other news; AMERICA IS BIG. you don't realize the enormity nor the bore-ity of america until you drive thru nebraska and wyoming. good god. what hellish states. it's a good thing i was not commisioned to travel across the americas ala lewis and clark. i'd have wanton sex with sacajawea and give up around indiana.
i know there is a realllllly good rhyme for sacajawea laying around somewhere in my brain. i shall extract it.
mountains are infinitely more stirring then anything minnesota has to offer. being in a small valley surrounded by mountains gives you a good idea of your place in life. that's what i liked about utah. even if i built the biggest damn house on edinburgh golf course i'd still have to look outside and go "damn...i can't beat that" that's why the twin-cities blow is because the only points of references we have are man-made objects.
is there a difference between me liking the fiery furnaces and someone else liking cars? sure, i'm smarter than the person who obsesses over cars...but we ultimately are allowing our time to be consumed by things that don't matter. we don't trascend. we don't become uber-mensch. in the end, we just chose different ends of the spectrums. one drinks miller light. the other drinks naked all natural fruit juice. one loves buffalo wild wings. the other only dines at w.a. frost and co. seems kinda pointless to seperate when ultimately everything blurs into one. bah, this is why i don't wax philosophical ala teejkid in the journal; because i don't want a response to my amateur attempts.
although, i do respect the effort teej.
i kept a journal when i was 9 years old. i had three of my teeth pulled on one day, then i went to subway to get my favorite sub, then i went to a gift store to buy a journal and then i went to matt evangelist's house to hang out and play with legos. that was a good day, and it was the first day in my life i ever recorded what i did. it's a strange phenomenon that we give so much credit to where we are as a race based upon huge monumental events but the most important events, the most lifechanging, are never comitted to paper or cyprus or keyboard or whatever. the most pivotal moments in my life will be forgotten and all i'll remember is writing about katie dorff and 'newsradio'... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ...
i often feel a disalarming draw-off-ity from my old friends. old, not in the sense that they aren't friends, but old in the sense that if i told them how i feel as i feel right now that a friendship wouldn't exist. if i explained why i'm here and why i don't want to talk about chodes but rather something you have no interest in taking about that you would draw away. i'd rather be the drawer-awayer. perhaps you meet with certain people, as stars and moons align, and you have that window of opportunity and it is a glorious eclipse,,,but once that moment passes, you don't reach out to the star and ask it to pass by you again, you accept the eventuality of it. that is how i feel. i don't like anyone more...i don't like anyone less. i just feel that reaching towards a conclusion that has passed is nothing but an epilogue on something that should have wrapped long ago. the worst thing in the world is to be talking only of the past.
that makes no sense.
what i just wrote.
this is why i don't write online because writing online is critical and open for argument. and argument doesn't occur within a brain because your brain is not subjective.
but seriously...........................................'
to be concluded, hahahahahhahahahahahhaa.