Shoot the Moon, and Miss Completely

Mother Theresa said it sweetly, 

"If you judge people, you have no time to love them."

Ambitions

I don't have a favorite animal.  But if I did, it would be a koala.

They are from my motherland. (Is it my motherland? I wasn't birthed there, I've only visited.  My father's from there... Irregardless)


I wish I was a Koala.  They sleep for 22 hours a day, and cement themselves on a tree for days.


Not only are they the laziest animals in the wild, they don't need much from anyone.  Is it odd that I want to be one? No? Okay, didn't think so.

Lover's Carousel

2:25 AM

Nothing particularly inspiring tonight.

The most raw emotions come out under the moonlight.  With no one around.  But nothing's there.

As I lay here, breathing, eye's glazed over, listening to Band of Skulls, Nothing is coming to me.  

I am leaving in eight weeks.

55 days, rather.

It's not like I'm scared.  It's not as if I don't want to go.  It's that I don't think I'm ready.


That has been my fear all along.


I can do it.  I just want to do it better.

We'll see.

Holland

Wow.

I have a bad attitude. Seriously.

How can people stand me? I don't understand why people are friends with me.

Serious 'tude just spews out of my mouth like I projectile vomit.

I am sick of it, I am sure you are too.  So, I stop.  Or at least I will work on it.  Old habits die hard.

 I would like to focus on more positive aspects of my life.  Negative thought processes not allowed.  On this blog at least.

So you know what, here is a list of things I am now okay with.

+ You.
+ Me.
+ Married People
+ Babies
+ People my age getting married (love is love, no matter the age)
+ Average Folk conversing with me.
+ Overly religious, holier than thou, nut cases.
+ Trannies

Exceptions to the newly found, more positive Eric

- Douchers
- Fakes and Flakes
- Poor Dressed inbreds.

For me, this is a stepping stone.  I may hop back to my safe place, but slap me if I do.

Historical Moments, Expressed Flawlessly

Hell and Silence

Hello.

Various muggles were inquiring on why they could not comment... ahem, Kaili...

That has been fixed.  Feel free to debate, express concern, show support, or bash my postings.  I will take any and all responses.  Inspired or not, idiotic or demeaning.

Still Falling

So, I would like to say something.  On my blog.  Where I usually say things.  So stop being in a state of wonderment.

I may or may not be the gayest straight man you will ever know.  I like teenage primetime soap operas.  The OC... Okay, just The OC (and Gilmore Girls, just because they are so witty and fast).  I love The OC. I own the entire series on DVD, I have watched every episode 12 times or more, I think it is a delight.

I just felt like saying that, as I sit here watching a Chrismukkah episode from the fourth season (a severely under watched and under appreciated season, hence the cancellation) and delaying the preparation of my elders quorum lesson that I am teaching tomorrow.  On the Fall of Adam and Eve.  I don't think I will be very enlightening tomorrow.  Too bad.

I Know What I Am, They Know What They Are, So Let Me Be.

I have lost hope in humanity.  All hope.  Is it over there by you?  I can't seem to find it anywhere.  I pray to be led to humanity and it's hope.   Cause it is gone.  Just gone.

If not for the famine and starvation in Africa, the corruption in... everywhere...

North Korea.

If not for that, then the serious, no, deadly serious uneducation (not a real word) of musical talent!  I usually don't prefer to use exclamation points whilst writing, but I am so passionate about this that I felt it necessary.

Raise your hand if you know Spoon.

Keep it raised if you listen to them.

Okay, so of the three people that read this blog, one has maybe... maybe... heard of them, and that frightens me.  A lot.

I have listened and loved Spoon for over half a decade.  I thought everybody knew who Spoon was.  Nope.  Apparently not a single soul.

Jump in an icy lake.  This is not okay!

I have asked many a people.  Like how many toothpicks can be made from a redwood.  That's how many people I have asked to go to the Spoon concert in April.  No one knows who they are!  People that I thought were music buffs don't know who they are.  Are you kidding?  They are saturated in the mainstream.  Perhaps not on your "hits" radio station, but seriously?  Whatever.

Lost hope.

Think of the Next Ones

I read an interesting article today, about razors.  For your face. 

Want to read it?  Link Link Link

Well, if you read it, great, if you didn't.... then you suck.  And you will be confused about what I am talking about.

I have a Gillette Fusion, the blades that cost 4.50 a piece.  I don't mind paying that though.  I don't change my blades for three, four, five months at a time.  Until the little stripe at the top tells me to, at least.  You see, I don't shave that much.  Maybe twice a week.  Maybe.

It's not like my face doesn't grow hair, it's just not as fast as the norm.  So, I might get a typical five o'clock shadow at noon the following day... or five.

Also, I am especially neglectful when it comes to shaving in general.  It's tedious.  I hate it.

But I like my razor.  I like the way it feels on my face, and how smooth it cuts.  It makes me not shave an extra day.

So, say what you will about the cost of a blade, frugal article writer, yeah you, I will stay with my expensive blade.  Even if it is a little unnecessary.

Every Day is Exactly the Same

High School.  I look back and think of how completely tragic it is.  

I didn't hate High School.  But seriously, it's over.


Who are these weirdos that want to go back?  Move on with your life.  Stop living in the past.  That will get you nowhere.  You are probably going to stay in Orem the rest of your life and settle into a loveless marriage.  I am proud of you. Way to go.