Wednesday, November 01, 2006
 | This is me writing a paper I'm in love. I'm in love with Explosions in the Sky. I'm listening to it in headphones while wearing Jake's big fluffy hat with the ear flaps*. If anyone from Sycamore reads this, tell jake that i have his fluffy hat and that it's all ok. But I'm wearing this big hat and it already blocks out a lot of outside sound and then i have my headphones on top of that and the music is just bouncing around inside my head. It's wonderful. This is my attempt to write a paper. I'm outside just sitting here, paralyzed on the back porch, watching the heat from my lungs hang in the frozen air. The right side of my face is numb and i can feel the vibrations in my ears and in my feet as the L passes by. My legs are sunk down into a mucky comfortability and my head lays harmlessly incapacitated on my shoulder. My head is too heavy to move as metal bars and carefully constructed wire hold it motionless in its current location. My eyes do shift from one random point in space to another but they stare absent of focus. My arms are stone, my feet are stone, the only limb able to break free of this miraculous grip are my dancing fingers. Rise and fall in step to the melodic sounds of a snare drum. This is me writing a paper. Explosions are still handing out discounted mind fuckings. Doyle and I had a conversation about them earlier today. Doyle said that their sound is epic but the way they record doesn't make it sound like they were trying to make it epic. I said that whenever i listen to it while im walking down the street, i feel sorry for everyone else because i know whatever they are listening to is inferior than to what I am. So, i should be writing a paper that is due tomorrow for my night class tomorrow but I'm tired. The digits of the current time have a sum and a product of 6 but only have one digit in the hour slot A.M. I should go to bed. "Should" is a word to remind us that we are human and imperfect. I'm talking to Moen and he just vividly described the chaos that high-dived from his ass. It sounded messy yet satisfying. I told him he should have weighed himself before and after, to support the theory that shitting trumps exercising. Or maybe shitting is exercising. Speaking of exercising, before Chris went to bed we both got on the floor and stretched out. Stretching is fun. Try it. Oh, there will be a show at the House in DeKalb this saturday (Nov. 4th) in which Doyle (my roommate)'s band will be playing. Tell your friends so that they can achieve their life long dream of making it on TRL. Who even hosts TRL now? Wait, who ever said Carson Daily was attractive? Was he supposed to be? Oh, and was Pat Sajek from Wheel of Fortune ever considered attractive or was his role to just be goofy and chipmunk-looking? haha. I think there should be a movie made about Pat Sajek's long long long crush on Vanna White but he was always too dorky and nervous to confess it to her. I'm not sure how that would go or end though. I just like Pat Sajek. I hope that's how he spells his last name. I went to Vegas. It was fun. The highlight was that I saw Dennis Rodman. On the last day, as we were waiting for the valet people to pull up our rented mini-van we saw Mr. Badboy Dennis Rodman walk up to the valet man. He was big. No one seemed to notice him though. Anyway, Dennis Rodman drives a mini-van! I was looking at his career stats and I realized that he wasn't even that good. He didn't even average a block per game in any season of his career! Sure he averaged 13+ rebounds a game over his career but is that all we put up with him for? Hell, Tyson Chandler averaged more blocks, less turnovers and about the same points, assits and steals and we booed him out of town. ok, I'm going to say it. Dennis Rodman is and was overrated.
GoodNight Come to Doyle's show. _________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ *I like to put the front flap down over my eyes and say out loud "But with the blast shield down I can't see anything! How am I supposed to fight?!"** ** "Your eyes can deceive you, don't trust them."
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thirsty 
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