Sunday, August 22, 2004

All of a sudden there shined a shiney demon in the middle of the road.
This might sound crazy but I'm starting to really support the libertarian candidate. o.O; Go figure someone like me would support a Libertarian, lol.

Mmm, so I the only job I could prolly get easily is one at an HEB. That wouldn't be so bad. The one closest to us is prolly just about a mile away.

Joy, rapture. Oh well. Gotta get money from somewhere. It won't be so bad, haha. Thinking back I suppose I never really have cared where I work, what I do as I work- just as long as you pay me for the bullshit I'm going through.

I've been reading Dante's Inferno and Shakespeare's Hamlet. I recommend either of those books to anyone- they are quite enjoyable. I am seeking a good version of a Midsummer Nights Dream just to go down memory lane as Oberon- King Ken lives again. A common grumbling of mine is that you waltz into a bookstore and you are assaulted by four million books you haven't even HEARD of- are they good? Maybe. Do you have all the money to spend in the world? Nein.

Where's a wi-fi hotspot and a laptop when you need it?

With all that, one of my more common doctrines come into play. Winging it. What is winging it? Well, when you wing it, you just do it. You stop pondering, going through thought cycles in your head- you act. You make a guess or you take a blind step- you just do something, instead of remaining stuck in your own thoughts.

It works out pretty well usually- either from luck or l337 skills. Haha, no- I'm just lucky.

I took a trip down memory lane in the form of my fifth grade yearbook. I was a safety patrol, lol. Seriously. I wasn't the greatest safety patrol, I was pretty laid back- I was usually leaning against the wall whistling during my "patrol".

It really blew hard when you had to go outside in winter/rainy times and hold out a freaking stop sign for other kids to cross a short expanse of driveway. It was an excuse to always be late to class, but it still was kinda sucky.

I was in a new elementary school, one that was freshly built in San Antonio's largest school district- it was top of the line. All of the rooms had televisions hanging from corners of the room and the TVs were all networked to the library where there was a central "studio". This allowed for a number of things- there could be schoolwide film days and all the announcements were done on video.

Of course, you know- I had to get a piece of the hot studio action. So, I was a cameraman/anchorman on the morning announcements. Best damn cameraman AND anchorman that has ever existed, if I do say so myself. It was an amusing distraction, but everyone there was pretty high key about something as simple as that. lol.

Aside from that I was, of course, in gifted and talented. This wouldn't be worth mentioning if it wasn't for the fact we ended up making a film in that class for our final project- a literal film.

You know who played the lead? I did! I was a cowboy named Lee. If I remember the plot right, a small entourage of friends was heading west along the trails and various shit happens to them. I had a love interest in the film and someone got their leg broken- fun shit like that.

Theatrical stuff was amusing as a younger kid but I yearn to do something in acting. I am a fine actor and comedian- if I had some formal, academic training in it I feel I could do pretty well. Maybe like Robin Williams- am I eccentric enough? Maybe. He is literally crazy though, lol. How can you beat true insanity? Ah, lesser insanity only goes so far.

But nah, I don't think that will happen. It would be amusing if one of you guys went on to become something great. I knew that guy, he was kinda dorky or I knew that girl, she was pretty cool. Who knows what will occur.

Philosophically, my latest mental tangents, rants and psuedo-essays have mainly dealt with the idea of psychic power. I believe in it, but the dynamics of how it occurs, why it occurs, who it occurs in and if there are different "kinds" of these psychics. One man's ambition treads on one woman's feeling of safety and conflicts arise.

It's sort of sad how young, unwise people can keep fumbling over and over- like you used to do, before you wised up. You can't teach them, because they are stubborn- like you were. All you can do is watch, and try to keep them from hurting themselves too seriously.

People who rebel just to rebel are dumbasses. I'm tired of dealing with them. If you are going to rebel, at least have some substance to it- or a reason. Otherwise, it feels like you are going to the other extreme- you still aren't yourself. You might as well still be following the crowd.

Eh. Academically I'm bored. I've been, in my free time, studying more on the wars between the French Revolution [brought Napoleon to power] to the Filipino War [The USA vs. Filipino Rebels war]. Nothing much interesting to you people, I suppose. Been reading up on different tanks and guns too.

Musically, it's the same old stuff. Metal, rock, alternative, classical music and trance. Weezer, Tenacious D, Dillenger Escape Plan, Deftones, Watch Them Die, Black Sabbath, Ozzy. I got some Chumbawamba in here too. I miss Kazaa Lite. WinMX is so clunky- they don't have some of the mp3's I want. I still need to find some stuff by Sixpence None the Richer and a good version of "Perry Mason" by Ozzy.

Oh well. I'll get it eventually.

I guess that is about it.

Sayonara dudes, dudettes, heads of state and otherwise.
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