Serenity Now!

Matter of fact, I said this in a press conference, that it's the sovereign right of Iran to have civilian nuclear power, and I agree, and I believe that.

Fuckin' unbelievable...

that I nearly paid $78.50 for the chance to see Explosions in the Sky but decided against it for two reasons: too expensive and Smashing Pumpkins was the headliner. blech.

Holy shit, this 2 minute response to Bushie's speech from Edwards is badass:



I'm liking him more and more everyday.

Life is good...

keep it up life!

I just got the job and I just resigned...

Hallefuckinlujah!

The guy to my left just called the guy to my right to ask a question. They are ten feet apart. My head's aploded.

My parents are slowly becoming my friends; its a little strange.

Ahh! so cute. me wants.

From a better source with backstory.

Holy shit, this movie creeped the hell out of me when I was a kid. I only vaguely remember seeing it when I was very young and this scene in particular stood out from the rest.



Man, I even thought I had conjured the thing up out of thin air since I couldn't find any information on it anywhere. Thank you, Internet, for allowing me to relive some creepy moments from my childhood.

The funny thing is that I had been thinking about this movie a lot in the last year. Don't know why but I've searched pretty heavily for any shred of its existence.

I'm renting this from Netflix right now. Its "The Adventures of Mark Twain", btw.

I'm confused. Confused and anxious. I find myself in the perfect position to "move on" in every sense. My future is open to me and calling me to do at least one crucial thing: "Get the fuck out of New England." This I am ready to implement. My problem, however, lies in the vast openness of possibilities that lie in my future. As Sartre expounds I am utterly free to the point where I am condemned to that freedom. I am the caged bird, overwhelmed by a decision that may very well open and guide the next chapter on my life. I've grown up so sheltered in my life that I've scared myself into accepting the fate with which I find myself entangled. I want so badly to be told what to do, where to move, and how to live my life. But I can't allow that to happen. I cringe when people tell me, "You should move to..." or "Maybe you should get a job in..." As good as their intentions are I feel compelled to scratch those possibilities off my list once the advice has been uttered. I need to find this on my own and away from the influences which with I have surrounded myself. Not to say I haven't appreciated each and every person in my life. But I've never allowed myself the risk of taking risks. My life thus far has been a series of suggestions that I have been all too willing to accept. By forgoing this system however, I'm left with the brunt of imagination squarely on my own shoulders and the burden of decision at the mercy of my indecisive nature.

Jesus H. Fucking Christ, this shouldn't be so hard.