DAMN YOU WRITERS STRIKE! SE24 is going to be a short season...
5 episodes so far...may be 2 or 3 more before the season finale.
Amazingly 2008 is almost already half done and i must say I've been doing exactly what I said I was going to... There have been bumps and bruises along the way but its been tons o fun like yo fat friend Minivan... Concerts galores coming up...Raconteurs at Terminal 5, Bloc Party at Webster Hall and the grand daddy of them all The Reading/Leeds Carlisle Weekend festival in Englaaaaand. Three days outside, TurknJD, a tent, ~60bands, 4 stages...AHHHHHHHHH....death
Went back to visit Buffalo and had a flippin blast!!...its always good to see the guys and see a celebration, smiles, hugs, and drunken non sense. Ah, buffalo how I miss thee...sometimes...on bad days...when I have nothing to do...LOL...AYYYYYYYYYYY
My xanga entries used to be fill with more ideas and less clutter, it may be because i'm watching NO vs DAL game 5 right now so i'm kind of distracted.
I'm going to the IRONMAN NYC Premier tomorrow at the Ziegfield Theater, woot.
2008...You're in the process of getting fucked up...
2007 was...interesting, wonderful, disappointing, enlightening, life changing, happy, sad, a celebration, work, play, school, friends, family, change change change...all wrapped up into one, very memorable year. The people and places that have come and go I won't forget, the experiences and images, also fleeting, will forever leave an impression on me. I've yet again dubbed this year as the greatest year ever and no matter what happens I hope to say this about every year that comes my way, its the only way to see it, have to one up the previous year otherwise its not worth trying. I appreciate the ones who, as always, are still around. Who can see, deal with and still love my molten pot of steaming non sense. I won't go over highlights...won't list the highs and lows...keep it simple. Thank you and come again. 2008 watch out, I'm going to fuck you up.
The White Stripes - You don't know what love is...
In some respects i suspect you've got a respectable side.. When push and pulled and pressured, you seldom run and hide.. But it's for someone elses benefit, not for what you want to do.. Until i realize that you've realized, I'm gonna say these words to you..
You don't know what love is, you do as you're told.. Just as a child at ten might act, but you're far too old.. You're not hopeless or helpless and I hate to sound cold.. But you don't know what love is...you just do as you're told....
Greetings to all you loyal Xanga users, abusers, jokers, tokers, smokers, and jamokers.
Time for my seasonal philosophical rant about vagueness...
Is it what we do that makes us who we are? What we dont do? Our friends? decisions? thoughts? family? environment? What compells us to make the decisions we make and think the way that we do? if two people grow up with the family family in the same area with the same friends and opportunities will they turn out to be the same? Is it really some sort of chemical balance in our head that make us decide to have chicken tonight instead of steak? Why do i have an urge for White Castle or KFC or TEXMEX? What drives these decisions my brain makes that then drives my body to act, seems all very out of my control. I'm not saying if my brain thinks it, it must happen, I can control that when need be but, why? Why deny what your brain wants, what your body feels it needs.
I was recently "diagnosed" with a condition called SAD (Seasonal Affective Disorder), which means I become depressed (or SAD, haha) durring the winter months. My diagnostician said I had SAD from mid October to mid March, 6 months?! Geezus. Treatment is light, strong ass light for 2 hours a day. How crazy is it that there is a disorder on Earth that can be treated with Light. Are we Mole people? The worst part is, most of us really don't get 2 hours of direct sunlight a day. Up before sun up, underground for the commute, walk to work, sit at work for 8-13 hours a day, maybe an hour for lunch. Total time of direct light ~1 hour, atmost. Crazy, I'm have SAD, for half a year nontheless. How do I survive? I can see this as a big driver of my the life is a big joke, who gives a shit, this shit is so stupid attitude. Depressed half the year "happy" the half, have to find a way to get through it all and what better way than to laugh at everything, especially your own existance.
So, I'm currently smack dab in the middle of my yearly depression, yearly reflection, yearly rejection and yearly retardation! wow took me like 10 minutes to think of another word that ended with "ion" that made sense. Guess I'll see how it is in mid March. Viva Las Vegas
