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Why do girls like to do that ‘multiple boys at once’ thing. I guess they’re trying to maximize their chances, or something. Meanwhile, they also maximize their chances of hurting somebody… But, I guess boys traditionally do that all the time. I guess maybe I just came too late in the game.

I saw the newly re-released The Exorcist last night at the Mann’s Chinese Theater. That’s one seriously intense movie. I had never seen it before. If you haven’t seen it before, you should go. Don’t go by yourself, though.

trembling. I use that word a lot.
Why? Maybe because I write when I’m really hungry a lot. Yep. Nope. Maybe. I doubt it.

I like the word itself, I think. It shows a certain lack of power, but also a motivation to continue on anyway. If you just give up and lie down, you’ll usually mostly stop trembling… It’s only when you keep going against all odds (whee!) that you really start to tremble uncontrollably.

Things are going well. I had a nice outburst last weekend. It was really relaxing in the grand scheme of things. I let things get stacked up in my head for some reason. Booey.

Sitting and singing softly to myself.
A small, but noisy bird makes it way onto my plate.
BIRD!

Some things are just unforgiveable.
Fortunately, this is not one of those things.
I smack the bird away with my hand, and continue singing.
My plate is still empty, however.

I’ve actually been having trouble thinking of things I genuinely want to complain about lately. I could complain about the cleaning crew we have leaving as much of a mess as they cleaned up. Or I could complain about people leaving a mess in the snack area, or about the smell of smoke in the pool room. Yep. I could.

I don’t seem to want to, though.

OH! I DO want to complain about the MIDI problems I’ve been having. What an annoyance. It just keeps getting worse, too. Frick frack.

I’ll still churn out the best GD track the world has ever seen, though! Ahaha. Yep. At least one that might get a few people moving anyway. We’ll see. Luck be with me!

“I was born a little too late to see the dream that they called America.”

Fifteen.

That line put so many thoughts into my head. It’s from the album called “Choice of a New Generation”. Funny. I just rediscovered it after a couple of years of not listening to it, and I am realizing that I really missed it.

I’ve been listening to a lot of pop punk lately, actually. It keeps me energized.

One summer several years ago, I didn’t sleep very much, and I’m not even sure I ate that much, and somehow I managed to totally change my life, with the help of some friends.

I still wear the Fifteen shirt I have. It has paint on it from that summer when we were painting the walls of a place we had called the Minot Collective Cultural Center.

If it wasn’t for that place and those people, I think my life would be entirely different now. They showed me that I could do whatever I wanted however I wanted and I didn’t have to listen to anybody if I didn’t want to.

Of course, it’s still always a good idea to listen to people with good ideas. It really is pretty hard to figure out exactly who those people are, though.

Why is it so hard for people to connect the way you expect them to be able to when you are a child?

And why does it make so sad to think that things really aren’t the way I thought they were when I was a child?

Shifty shy and the shiney sonuvaguns started watching the sunset every evening one day, and they just never went back.