I went to a couple used book stores today. I was looking for a pure version of Ulysses in hardback, but I couldn’t find one. I did grab some pretty sweet stuff, a couple of philo books, The Picture of Dorian Gray, and The Bell Jar. Cracked an oven joke with the owner of one of the shops, he got a laugh out of it.
Still trying to get over this cold, also trying to figure out what the hell I’m doing this weekend.
Trying to get over my cold, I spent most of the day sleeping, woke up and grabbed a burrito and starbucks, then came home and am about to sleep again.
Yes, exciting.
Yeah, so to replace missing yesterday, here are three photos. Don’t say I never do anything nice for you people.
Went bowling with some friends today, and a gnome was brought along. This gnome brings me good things, at least in the bowling alley, I asked him to make other things happen, but he’s yet to get back to me on that.
There are other pictures of me and the gnome floating around now, which is kind of scary.
Bonus Picture Edition, because the creme brulee need to be photographed as well.
There are few things in life as amusing as getting tipsy off sake with your sister at a sushi bar, then talking about it on facebook only to have your mom “like” that status. Oh I love my family, they’re awesome. (No, we’re not dysfunctional, I simply think my parents are realists)
Went for the first motorcycle ride of the year, it wasn’t as cold as I thought it would be, and it only took me an hour or so before I found my pegs again (if you don’t know what that means, it simply means I’m a safe motorcyclist and you don’t need to worry). I’m becoming more ADD by the day, which isn’t good, I went to a coffee shop to read and spent most of the time I was there figuring out other things (yes, mysteriously vague).
Another good day, I think.
If you play guitar, then you’d understand if I just said “New Strings” and left that as the summary of this day. Mmm
If you don’t play guitar, then it means it’s great.
Eh… I know I’m late on this, sorry, I crashed as soon as I got home.
The last business of the month is always weird for me, I get up at 1:30am and it throws my whole day way off. So, I came home and crashed, then went out and bought Ralphie one of these, which he still didn’t like.
Went to ST. Arbucks (pictured), opened up my other tumblr blog to the world, read just a bit, and then had a lovely distraction. Saw my first KSU hockey game, and I’m assured that they don’t actually suck as bad as the 0-7 score indicated. Hung out with some hilarious people (which showed how non-hilarious I am) and got home and crashed.
‘Twas fun
This is my attempt at making the same face that I Salinger makes in the last photo i put up. I’m that cool.
I’m currently making my way through “Raise High the Roofbeam, Carpenter and Seymour—An Introduction” (I finished Raise High last night and rad a bit of Seymour today) I think I may end up saying Seymour is the best of all of Salinger’s work if the rest of it is as good as the introduction.
I woke up this morning for crazy inspiration for my own little short story, and wrote the opening few paragraphs on my iPhone while I was suppose to be working (I’m a manager, do as I say, not as I do), then wrote a bit more up at one of the coffee shops I frequent. Other than that, not much is going on, currently trying not to over-think things, but it’s not working out well for me.
I have to be at work at 2 am tomorrow, so I’ll shut up now. G’night folks.
RIP Salinger.
Most people here simply say that and move on. The death of Salinger means something more to me, this is actually the closest thing I have ever had to a death in the family (thank god for that). The Glass Family and Holden Caufield got me through the hell of this past year, I literally took refuge and comfort in these stories. One of the biggest problems I had to deal with this past year (Which had a large hand in almost every other problem I had to deal with this past year) was how to relate to people and deal with how my mind works. Seeing these characters go through those same issues (and without a true breaking point) helped me more than I would have ever imagined possible.
So, to you Salinger, I raise a glass of whiskey and thank you for all you’ve contributed to my life, and thank you for everything that you’ve written that we have yet to see, I trust it will be as beautiful as the rest of your work. Your effect in my life will never be forgotten, nor go un-felt.
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As far as my personal life goes, I think I’ve reached a point where I’m done with women again, they’re simply too confusing to be dealt with. I’m channeling all my romantic energy (and really all of my cognitive discipline and power) into two things, helping my buddy plan what will be the greatest valentines day ever (that is until I get to plan another one for myself) and reading. I said a few days ago that literature is all I need for companionship, and while I wasn’t completely there when I said it, I’m at that point now. (That is until the inevitable happens and pulls me out of my perfect world of imagination back into real life)
So there, my January 28th update, probably far more open about my life than I should be, but oh well. How was your day?
I picked up my first book of poetry today (Robert Frost, if you can’t read in the pic). I spent about an hour and a half sitting at Starbucks reveling in every word I read, and finding myself awed and in envy of Frost’s talent. It’s a bit sad that it’s taken 23 years to reach this point, but I’m glad I’m finally here. (I mean… I read poetry before, but it’s a different game when it’s a bookfull, trust me)
Saw my niece today (debated making that the pic of the day, but I just did a week ago), she’s developing a gorgeous smile, as long as she can get rid of the saliva oozing issue (she drools more than I do when thinking of the new iPad) she’s gonna have to have someone fight guys off her with a stick.
Today was fun. I got to see and catch up with some friends from school, smoked a few cloves, chatted about our horrid love lives, went to the mall, grabbed a movie, and ate. Hmm… that may have been my first girls night ever. Amusing.
I realized today that this project may make me seem like a bit of a player, that’s kind of humorous to me, considering how badly I suck in that department. I’m curious if it strikes anyone else that way, mostly those that aren’t privy to the actual names/history/reasoning I hang out with people? I guess my ever questioning mind is curious as to how this “project” would come across to a complete stranger.
