Wednesday, November 30, 2005

The Following Is What I Really Should Do More Often

I really should blog more often. Don't you agree? Yeah, you do, because you are me, and you are not that unstable.

But alas, and anon... and so forth.

Saturday, November 26, 2005

This is the kind of crap I have to put up with every night.

This is my brother. I can't remember if he was looking for rocks to skip in the ocean or if he had just shot the man who murdered his family earlier in the film.

Saturday, November 19, 2005

"For With God We Stand United, Bound by Love We Are."

For a number of years my school has thrown toilet paper onto the court after our basketball team scores its first point of the Homecoming game. It doesn't snow in San Diego, so the tradition is really unlike anything many of my peers have ever seen, and it tends to bring joy and mirth to all in attendance.

Unfortunately, over the course of the last two years, people have been adding sundry undesirable items to the traditional precipitate, and there was a growing concern that things would escalate.

Things really got bad when what we were doing ceased to represent the life and teachings of Jesus. Fortunately for our souls, the administration caught wind of our moral condition and rectified the tradition, in keeping with the Church's prescribed course of action, by putting it to death.

So tonight we all demonstrated the love of Jesus by not throwing anything on the court after the first point, or after any of the points for that matter. As an added bonus, I got a free T-shirt for only two dollars. Actually, it is more than a T-shirt; it is a symbol of hope and reconciliation.

The shirt is a handsome forest green, which represents New Life according to the wordless Bible, pretty much the only translation of the Gospel worth not reading. On it are the words "Represent" and "Don't throw the game away." Personally, I think the word "throw" should have been in quotes... like so.

The T in Represent is fashioned to look like a cross, the execution device used by the Romans for the basest of criminals. This is what I would call a clever suggestion. I am glad that no one chose to throw anything on the court. I am also glad that the administration chose such a tasteful way of designating the punishment for infraction.

In addition, the right sleeve proudly sports the mighty Sea Lion, our new mascot that no one ever hoped to receive, but everyone received freely nonetheless.

New life and abundant mercy given freely... it’s a good thing I have a view.

Tuesday, November 15, 2005

From the Still Torrent

Permeated with unrest,
Dripping with this weariness,
I sink between the bed and the wall,
Hemmed in by stale, dead, white.
I want to slather it all with blood,
With loud, beating permanence.

I want. I want. I have want.
And the silence of this stagnant torrent
Is broken by my bleating.

Saturday, November 12, 2005

It is time

for a new post. Here it is. Sorry, but I really have stooped this low. Better luck next time eh?


Saturday, November 05, 2005

F You, Regression

"I've sought so hard to sustain this gain/Now watch me give this ground away/What can i do but admit I'm in over my head?/Colors fade from blue to dark red."

"My exit unobserved/And my homesickness absurd.../I said "water" expecting the Word would satisfy my thirst/Talking all about the second and third/When I haven't understood the first."

Tears stand ready in the ranks, awaiting an order never given, in keeping with their training.

But these songs have happy endings.

Lucky for you, Regression, it isn't Wednesday.

Thursday, November 03, 2005

My MLA Handbook (5th Edition) Smells Like Fetal Pig

Thanks, MLA Handbook for Writers of Research Papers, for smelling like fetal pig in formaldehyde. Extra special thanks to Human Biology and Bioethics for teaching me what that smells like.

Tuesday, November 01, 2005

Assuming Honesty is the Best Policy

I am tired of being alone in my head. I don’t know if there is a cure for that or not. I think it might be prayer, but I am not sure. Sometimes prayer makes me feel like I am alone in my head, like my prayers are just bouncing off the inside of my skull. There are a lot of questions that I cannot ask anyone because no one has the answers… or at least there is no safe way for me to get them. I feel like all I can do is mess up because I do not recall having been pleasantly surprised when I go out on a limb and do something crazy like tell a girl I like her.