STRESS

STRESS consumes me. There is a vein on the top left corner of my head that bulges out everytime I am stressed. Well it also bulges out when I sing. It isn't that I'm straining to hard; its that my own body is getting stressed out in hearing itself sing. Anyways... what a tangent; and only three sentences in. So there is stress from school (some wise dude [mark twain] said that i never let my schooling interfere with my education), future (thats a big one; and i'm not talking about 1000 years from now when alien robots dominate our planet [its true, its going to happen, and we'll live to tell about it because before we all die, mad scientists are going to put our brains in time capsules and implant them into new bodies]), people (I secretly hate everybody... well not everybody; but that cute smile that I always put on? Well you can't judge a book by its cover, and I'm talking negatively this time. I'll smile at you, but I'll secretly hate you... the thing is that I just don't know how to frown, its a bit more difficult; frusterating for that matter, and then that vein on the top of my head is just going to explode... and blood splatterings is a douche to clean I'm sure), and unsatisfaction (self explanatory). So to forget about all these troubles and worries that are weltering in my head, I decided to take a jog this morning along a scenic route in Porter Ranch, California. What a beautiful day. There is an equillibrium between the sun and the clouds. The air is crisp. The weather is lukewarm, just the way I like it. I felt like freaking bambi. So I wake up early, around 8 and put on my running shoes, my basketball shorts which I wore at night but took off because it got too hot in the middle of my sleep (but I didn't remember when I woke up so I was like "wtfreak where are my pants!?"), and I just keep that smelly shirt that I wore the night before on (who cares? Its me, and I'm sure nature loves the sweat and grime that collects on my shirt through the eight hours of my daily slumberment [not a real word i dont think, but it makes me feel smart]). Anyhow, so I'd love to have a partner in crime in this. So I call my friend Sam... doesn't pick up, probably still sleeping. So I decide to be spontaneous about it and so I drive to his house and ring the bell... no answer, probably still sleeping. So I go to his back yard and he has a ladder that leads to his balcony which is outside of his room. Great... I'm afraid of heights, but I did it! I did it!! (And this is how you break into sam's house hehe). So I open the door... and his brother looks at me like I'm some monster (and hes like in just his boxers). Well so I wake up Sam and I'm like, "LETS GO RUNNING!". So he gets dressed, we get in my car. Its going to be awesome. A bromantic time take a nice jog on the wonderful scenic path in Porter Ranch, California... right? wrong... As soon as i get in the car... RING RING RING, "hello?" "hey can you come and play drums for EM service?"... that vein on the top left corner of my head... kaboom... everything is ruined... blood is everywhere... and freakin a man, i just washed my car too -.-

So moral of the story? There is none... But that was failed attempt at trying to keep that vein on the top left corner of my head from exploding...

More to come, stay tuned;

Oh and heres the song of the day

New Year, New Horizons, Same Old Feelings...

It's really just another day... I used to put so much imaginary magic into the words "new year"... like it would take away the mistakes I made in the past, like I could start over with a new slate and that people could see me differently, like I could wake up on new years morning and step into a new world. No, thats not the case... it never was, and it never will be. I'll wake up to the same locomotive whistling through my neighborhood, my parents fighting over something stupid, or the loudness and vibrations of my own flatulence... Yes 01/01/2010 oh how sweet the sound... I wish I started out this year better... You know, I felt real good this new years eve. I was starting to love life and everything around me... for a second... need I say more? But when your only floating as well as a cannonball, gravity is not your best friend... and when you get the worst gut feeling because you feel stabbed in the back by someone who you trusted; loving life gets a little more difficult... and when you top it all off with some hypocrisy, bitterness, and sadness, oh that slap in the face can take the joy right out of you... and then you say its all good and you keep it to yourself and it builds up inside... hello 2010 with a cynical attitude... you will lean on me like a tree with no roots