Good morning, how are you?

"...I'm Dr. Worm." -- TMBG

I have done very little but sit on my butt all day.

Yesterday I made a huge long car ride, played with a picture frame, watched part of a terrible movie, snuggled, and fell asleep.

I've been thinking: if you don't read Wil Wheaton's blog, you should. Of course, bajillions of people do, and about one person reads mine... but here's a link: http://wilwheaton.typepad.com/wwdnbackup/
And it's good.

Potential Poetry

[Untitled 1]
Can't sleep;
the cold scent
of my lover
still haunts
the sheets

[Untitled 2]
Listening to
Radiohead and
Morrissey and the
Strokes.
Ohsointrospective.

[Untitled 3]
Etching my confession
of love
into the paint of a
bathroom stall

Self-examination

So, today, I got done with my daily shower and looked at my partially-clad self in the mirror. I thought, "Man, I wish I could start new things before finishing the old ones."

I decided I could write a long, introspective, deep, intellectual blog post about that thought. And then I thought that no matter how many other things I could think of that I wish I could start anew before finishing an old attempt, I would always look back on the post and remember that that thought entered my head because I bought a stick of deodorant I am really excited about, but my old deodorant isn't empty yet.

[Untitled]

To get away from you,
I head to the bathroom.
I think to myself, I am quirky,
as I look down at my matching socks and underpants,
both pink, like the bathroom floor.
Spots of anger flame on my cheeks
And I'm too stubborn to come crawling back this time
And I hope I don't do anything stupid
And I think, more and more, that I wouldn't love you if I had the choice
And I think, more and more
And I think, more and more
And I conclude that you're right.
You don't deserve me.

Wasting Time (as per usual)

Listening to: Bob Dylan - The Times They Are A-Changin'
Movie: I'm Not There. Is there anywhere acting finer than in this film? Is it one of the most beautiful I've ever seen on the big screen? Yes. Yes indeed.
Food: Nothing. My stomach is rumble-empty.
Book: Giovanni's Room by James Baldwin. Of this, I am a fan. Wow. Vaguely reminiscent of Catcher in the Rye... except I think Holden is a bit less of a douchebag than David is. Holden just has no direction; David actively (albeit unconsciously) ruins people.

Spring is a time of year during which I cannot breathe. If I owned the world, I would make everyone else walk around trying to breathe through straws. Also, if I owned the world, smokers would be shot for making my respirations more difficult.

Fun Fact About College: I had three weeks to prepare for a presentation I put together last night and gave today. Basically I stood in front of my class for three minutes and talked about Rush... for Greek Mythology.

"To write poetry is not to be a poet. To live poetry, to constantly breathe and feel and excrete it - that is to be a poet." -- Hannah Kane

Music Sweet Music

I've ripped three albums (my dad's CDs) onto my computer this morning:
Devo - Oh No, It's Devo!
the Rolling Stones - Hot Rocks 1964-1971
Everlast - Whitey Ford Sings the Blues
...I think these are the three most different artists ever. Well, at least, three of them. And that's why I love my taste in music.

...also I think I might have multiple personality disorder. That's what it's called when you're perfectly fine one moment, a total superbitch the next, and then perfectly fine again, right?

An Attempt to Understand a Current Pop Song's Appeal
Annotated are places where my comments come in. The comments are listed numerically at the bottom of the note.

Its poppin (x4)
What you know bout me
What you what you know bout me
What you know bout me
What you what you know [1]

They say my lip gloss is cool
My lip gloss be poppin [2]
I'm standing at my locker
And all the boys keep stoppin

What you know bout me
What you what you know bout me
What you know bout me
What you what you know

They say my lip gloss is poppin
My lip gloss is cool
All the boys be jockin [3]
They chase me after school

Mac Mac, Loreal [3.5] yep cause I'm worth it
Love the way I puts it on so perfect
Wipe the corners of my mouth so I work it
When I walk down the hallway they cant say nothin
Oh oh oh my lips so luscious
The way I spice it up with the Mac Mac brushes
Loreal got them most watermelon crushes
That's probably the reason all these boys got crushes [4]

What you know bout me
What you what you know bout me
What you know bout me
What you what you know [5]

They say my lip gloss is cool
My lip gloss be poppin
I'm standing at my locker
And all the boys keep stoppin

What you know bout me
What you what you know bout me
What you know bout me
What you what you know

They say my lip gloss is poppin
My lip gloss is cool
All the boys keep jockin
They chase me after school
When its time for lunch my lips still rock
Lil mama melon with the hot pink top
Cherry, vanilla, flavors its a virtue
They, lovin, lip gloss universal
The boys really like it
The girls don't speak
They rolling they eyes
They lip gloss cheap
It ain't my fault
But I could upgrade you
Show you how to use nice things with nice flavors

What you know bout me
What you what you know bout me
What you know bout me
What you what you know [6]

They say my lip gloss is cool
My lip gloss be poppin
I'm standing at my locker
And all the boys keep stoppin
What you know bout me
What you what you know bout me
What you know bout me
What you what you know
They say my lip gloss is poppin
My lip gloss is cool
All the boys keep jockin
They chase me after school

Cause myyyyyy
Lip glosssss
Its poppin (x4)
Cause myyyyyy
Lip glosssss
Its poppin (x4)

No Music [Clap x4]

Oh, Who you know spit it hard to a hand clap
She ain't whack
So I tell a corny n***a hand dat
To a record label while I get my hair wrapped
Then I let it fall under my New York Yankee cap
Anybody that know better
That got chedda
Bet go getta
Cuz ya already know I'm where its at
And if Im rollin Im ridin
I got my homies beside me
I tell Ben drop me off he like
Where its at
I gets it poppin
Im droppin
Ya'll know I dont play
And know my swag is official to what my flow say
And any club that's poppin my record gon play
Rest in peace to Haze and Lil Zay Zay

No Music [Clap x4]

Sittin in 8th period thought I was in trouble
Dean called me on the loud speaker on the double
I stepped in her office like yes, Ms McClarkson
She like girl ran out of my lip gloss andwrite down where you get yours from
Cause I must admit that bubblegum
Its poppin Its poppin Its poppin
She ain't frontin and uh
I be lovin it
I be I be lovin itand uh I be usin it I be I be usin it
and uh I be rubbin it I be I be rubbin it
On my lips my lips, uh my lip gloss

What you know bout me
What you what you know bout me
What you know bout me
What you what you know

They say my lip gloss is cool
My lip gloss be poppin
I'm standing at my locker
And all the boys keep stoppin

What you know bout me
What you what you know bout me
What you know bout me
What you what you know [7]

They say my lip gloss is poppin
My lip gloss is cool
All the boys keep jockin
They chase me after school

My Comments:
1. So far, I don’t know anything about you, except that you have awful, awful conceptions of grammar.
2. Ouch! Girlfriend, that sounds P-A-I-N-F-U-L.
3. Jockin? Do we perhaps mean jockeying? Or simply being jocks?
3.5. Loreal makes lip glos? Man, I am out of touch with the middle school world.
4. Hmm… boys have scary obsessions with lip gloss wherever Li’l Mama or whatever her name is, is from.
5. Well, now we know that you have, to some degree, a screwed-up self-image. In one verse you discuss how you’re “worth it” and then in the next breath think boys like you only for your lip gloss. We’ll see how this pans out.
6. …you need a new hobby. That’s what I know now.
7. I know that you need to work on concision. Repetition is only effective up to a point, and you assraped that point with a giant tube of lip gloss.