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I'VE BEEN HAD!!!!!!!
ok. sooooooooooooo.
i just posted what i believed to be blog #50.
turns out, blogger is just a little bit of a liar.
turns out, i only have 37 (38 if you count this one) but had 13 drafts. thirteen blogs that were not good enough to make it out into the real world wide web, but were good enough for blogger to keep them, and tell me they existed. if this blog were an album, those would be the demos and b-sides that the band inevitably releases on a special album. but, uhhmmm. they were bad. they were incomplete, and for the most part, not very good. so i deleted them. they're gone forever. sorry.
oh the internet.
the gorrilla in the room. AKA #50.
well here it is.
blog entry number 50. to think that i've put enough thought to come up with fifty of these things is astounding. i was trying to figure out what i was going to do with number 50. should it be some idiotic rambling, like most of my blogs? should it be surprisingly profound like a couple of them? should it be about something random like movies, music, or sports?
then it hit me.
50 really means nothing.
i mean, it's kind of exciting that i've had this thing for about a year, spent countless hours blogging and all that ish, but. . . when it comes down to it 50, is just another entry. like #'s 1-49. and hopefully like 51- however many i put out before i shut this puppy down.
so, now. here's to the first fifty, and here's to the next fifty. or more. or less. who knows. that's the beauty of it.
POST WRITING NOTE.
good grief. i just realized 21 of my 50 notes came this month (January) i apparently need to get out more.
observation.
when nalgene bottles came out they were touted as the shatterproof bottle.
which brings to my mind the question, how many water bottles were shattering before nalgenes? i mean was it really that big an issue?
the same question comes to mind with combs.
never once!
in my current less than healthy state i've spent a lot of time in my room watching tv, and for whatever reason, i've been on the cartoon network for a good part of today. but while watching the CN I noticed something. almost every single children's cereal commercial has cartoon children (or real children) who eat the cereal and magical things start happening. either cereal magically starts exploding from the ground, sky, or occasionally a ship, (captain'd by the least trustworthy sailor cap'n crunch although, you can't rip on his service record.) and form a magical rollercoaster or adventure made of cereal. first of all, NEVER has this happened to me. secondly, even if it did, i don't think i would trust a roller coaster made of cereal.
we never got name brand cereal as a kid. we always got the gigantic malt-o-meal bag. you know the one's like 20 pounds of cereal for a total of 5.99. yeah you know the ones. the ones that were always similarly named to the real cereal. things like "fruity dino-bytes" or, "lucky treasures" but what got me about these cereals was that they always said on them "compare to__________ (insert real cereal name here)" if i'm buying that much cereal for that little money, i'm not gonna go out and buy a box of fruity pebbles. although i can see myself doing that actually. "you know what, these fruity dinobytes are very similar to fruity pebbles. i'm glad i bought them both." no, NO ONE's gonna do that!
thing i've noticed.
breakfast is the most solitary meal. lunch, dinner, brunch, you always see people eating with people.
not often the case with breakfast. i'm guessing it's because the social portion of most people's brains don't fire up the engines until somewhere around 1o o'clock.
the ratios- as i've observed them are roughly as follows
single eaters to companion eaters
breakfast- 6:1
lunch- 1:3
dinner- 1:5
for some reason, it's a social oddity to eat lunch or dinner by yourself, but for breakfast it seems to be the norm. hmmmm. perhaps i should investigate this further.
i also posted this on facebook.
you know those stories about the really famous person meeting and subsequently falling in love with just a normal person, or average joe or whatever?
could somebody set that up for me??
promise.
1. no more moping. - this semester i'm taking myself seriously. not too seriously (oh god not that) but more seriously than i've ever been before. about everything. figuring out what i want to do, figuring out what i'm going to do, grades, what i eat, working out, everything. does this mean the end of tim as we know it? NO!!! it just means that i'm stepping up to the plate, moving from being a kid to being a man.
oh. my. g.
has anyone ever seen billy mays and guy fieri in the same place?
i'm beginning to think that they might be the same person.
it's times like these.
yeah.
you're probably all tired of me.
"it's times like these you learn to live again"
- easier said than done mr. grohl.
sometimes the hardest thing and the right thing are the same.
sometimes.
all it needs is time.
sometimes.
it needs a LOT of time.
sometimes.
it can take a little shouting.
sometimes.
it can take a lot of shouting.
sometimes.
things aren't gonna be the same.
sometimes.
there is no happy ending.
sometimes.
you've gotta accept that.
sometimes.
all it takes is some good friends and some friendly conversation.
sometimes.
not that easy.
sometimes.
you get what you want.
sometimes.
what you think you want turns around and spits in your face.
sometimes.
all it takes is the right song.
sometimes.
it all comes down to echoes and silence, patience and grace.
sometimes.
someone takes the best of you.
my heart is under arrest again, but i break loose.
my head is givin me life or death, but i can't choose.
i swear i'll never give in, no i'll refuse.
is someone getting the best, the best, the best, the best of you.
sometimes.
we have regrets.
sometimes.
we have to forgive.
sometimes.
we can't do it. at least not yet.
sometimes.
there's nothing you can say to make it better.
sometimes.
nothing hurts more than something.
sometimes.
all your shouting isn't enough.
sometimes.
when it comes crashing down on you, you don't bother to dig yourself out.
sometimes.
so much crashes, you CAN'T dig out.
sometimes.
there's nothing you can give it but time.
sometimes.
there's no pill, poison, or remedy that can take the pain.
sometimes.
you can't replace it.
sometimes.
you can't escape it.
sometimes.
fuck.
sometimes.
you realize that you have class somewhere around 12 hours from now.
sometimes.
you wish it had never gone down the way it did.
sometimes.
it takes every fiber of your being not to let go.
sometimes.
you realize you don't know where you're going with a blog post, that probably no one is going to read anyway.
i'd stand but they're much too tall
and i fall.
FEBRUARY STARS, floating in the dark
TEMPORARY SCARS, february stars.
february stars floating in the dark,
temporary scars february stars.
sometimes.
you feel bad for feeling mad.
sometimes.
you don't know whether you care anymore.
to this day!
I am still legitimately upset about prince covering "best of you" during the super bowl in 2007.
to this day.
hearts gone cold your hands were tied
why'd you have to go and let it die
why'd you have to go and let it die
in too deep and out of time
why'd you have to go and let it die
do you ever think of me, you're so considerate
did you ever think of me, oh so considerate.
there's no happy ending, so they say.
not for me anyway.
should i stop pretending?
take the chance to build a brand new day.
the only thing i'll never ask of you.
i will say this.
i have not heard a version of everlong i did not like.
it's just too good of a song.
that being said, i'm glad that the foo fighters seem to have gone back to playing it with the rock instruments rather than the acoustic.
i'm also very very glad that dave grohl has officially accepted that everyone who sings along with everlong sings the "doot doot doo doo doo doo doot doo doo doo doot doot doo doo" after the first verse and sings it after he plays it.
that being said, when i saw the foo's in glendale last year, i was a little upset when Best of You was the last song they played. because for years i believed that everlong had to be their ender. dave proclaims it in the "Anywhere but Home" DVD, they put out after "One by One" "now, we'll play everlong, but everlong is typically the last song we play" so i had a really hard time believing it not to be. But, Recently, with christmas spending money, i invested in the "Live At Wembley" DVD, which was recorded 5 years after AbH. dave explains the emotion behind Best of You, and then you see it. when, soaked in rain dave stands before the crowd with the fireworks behind him with tears in his eyes. and suddenly. i got it.
And i wonder
if everything could ever feel this real forever
if anything could ever be this good again
the only thing i'll never ask of you
you gotta promise not to stop when i say when.
"the hammer is my penis"
if you're disgusted by my title, go to www.hulu.com or drhorrible.com and watch the entire dr. horrible's sing along blog. i've mentioned it before, but it's so worth it.
now
i've taken to mixing my cereals.
there are certain uncrossable cereal boundaries. for instance, no one in their right mind would think to mix fruit loops and raisin bran. come on. that's just wrong. but, there are several reasonable combinations that can be had.
1) cinnamon toast crunch + cheerios.
2) Frosted Flakes + lucky charms
3. fruit loops + lucky charms.
(side note time)
for some reason any time that i want to write "fruit loops" my instinct leads me toward typing it with two o's as opposed to ui.
4. frosted flakes + trix.
i'm sure there are more. but those are just the best i've discovered.
i've gotta stop believing what tv tells me.
why is it that tv can take the most difficult things and make them easy.
why can't i have that power.
if my life were a tv show. she wouldn't have to leave. she would toy with the idea of leaving but then, fearing no possible consequence, give up the huge opportunity and come back.
but it's not.
if my life were a tv show, we would have gotten that first kiss after the first date. i don't think right away. i think i'd have sat in my car, and toyed with leaving but then ran to catch her before she went in the door.
but it's not.
if my life were a tv show, i could get in my car, drive two hours down there, with one purpose and one purpose only, to kiss her. no worry about the fact that i have to be at training at 8 in the morning. no worry that at some point on the trip i'd have to fill up. no worry that i'd be getting there at around 2AM and back here around 5AM.
but it's not.
if my life were a tv show, she would have showed up that day she left. waiting for me.
but it's not.
and i guess i have to accept that.
A Man's Gotta do what a man's gotta do.
seems that destiny ends with me saving you.
the only doom that's looming is me loving you to death.
so please give me a sec to catch my breath.
oh my sad, oft forgotten child.
happy 2009.
you may notice, i go on streaks with this thing. i'll do something daily for a little while, and then, all of a sudden, i'll stop. for months at a time. this thing is like the fish that your parents buy. it sits there for a while, occasionally does something interesting, and then goes without notice for a while until after a while someone says "is that thing still alive" to which you reply "holy crap, yeah they are"
consider this the wakening point.
a few ramblings-
1- if you haven't, Check out the "Dr. Horrible's Sing Along Blog" - probably one of, if not the greatest thing to come out of the 2008 writers strike. Neil Patrick Harris, hilarious. it's truly one of the better internet things out there. You can find it up on Hulu, or, if you're willing, it's available for download from iTunes for 4.99/7.99 for HD. it's definitely worth it.
2. Top Movies of 2008: 1- The Dark Knight. 2- Forgetting Sarah Marshall. 3- Quantam of Solace. 4- Iron Man
3. i think i might be addicted to sweaters. or at least thermal crews. true, it's one of the better things i could be addicted to.
5. i didn't feel like 4.
6. 2008, was a good year.
7. Foo Fighters- Live at Wembley Stadium, possibly the greatest concert on dvd out there. granted, there are many and i've seen few. but. if you like the foo fighters, it's a must see.
8. will this be the start to a new string of random ramblings from me? who knows.
