in the sun,

I feel so weird. I can feel myself evolving as a human, as an intelligent being, and as part of the society. The world will eventually seem so small that it will be like I'm standing on the head of a pin, surrounded by darkness and stars.

I just ate a lot of Wendy's food. She shared it with me. Actually, I ate it all. She never eats. This is because she is a restaurant.

I'm okay with using the term "youngblood" now that I've seen it in print.

Music is getting better.

Friends are getting smaller.

At this point, feeling joy and sadness at the same time is a frequent occurrence.

I feel so weird.

ambiguity.

I'm going back to school tomorrow. I'm happy about that. I can't wait for creative writing class.

messing around in photoshop. / hook.

If anybody (all two of you) can guess what this picture used to be, you win. If you can find the very picture that it once was, then you win big.

I was trying to learn how to hook a bowling ball today. It went alright. I got a couple nice cuts and I think one of them was a strike. It's so tough to fall into a groove with it when you've got a scrawny arm that struggles to toss a twelve pound object. I'll get it. Some other dollar game Monday.

King Sarcass

I just watched a whole buttload of videos featuring Bill Maher, some on his show, some of his stand-up. Brilliant man.

I don't know why I titled this blog King Sarcass. I said the word "sarcasm" to my brother before titling it and remembered the SNL skit when Kevin Spacey hosted that explained the origin of sarcasm: King Sarcass. He was apparently the first user of sarcasm and nobody in his kingdom understood. The video doesn't seem to exist on YouTube, so I don't know where one may find it.

I'm gonna minor in philosophy.

anger/

I feel better, but I still need this time alone. I'm not meeting my goals. This isn't right at all. My body defeats my mind nine times out of ten. I can't let that happen. I'm not creating. I'm not getting my ideas out. Everything is constrained.

kent.

I just discovered that I like Bloodhound Gang. I've heard two of their songs before, but I never knew the band behind them.

I was up late last night. I finished off a loaf of French bread by ripping it up and dunking it in a jar of Reese's peanut butter. Funny: Peanut butter jars are the only plastic "jars." I would never call that container a jar unless it contained peanut butter. Otherwise, it would be like... a weird cylindrical semi-solid holder. I would call peanut butter one of the bridges between solid and liquid. If you squirted it from a tube into a container, it would take the shape of that container. However, it doesn't really flow on its own without some kind of force moving it. It doesn't slosh.

My bread, my peanut butter, and an orange sports drink. I felt like a middle-aged bachelor eating his normal dinner.

I'm going to try to learn Japanese on my own.

blearrr.

Today went well. We had a good jam session. The guitar kid from Easton didn't show up, so I'm hoping there's a logical explanation behind that. I drove home from East Stroudsburg this morning at 10 AM. It was difficult considering I had gone to sleep at about seven. I'll be hungry soon.