I just wanted to say Hi to my Blog.

Hi.

Awww...

So i wrote my final film paper on what dreams may come (the movie) and Plato's theory of forms, as you may recall from a previous post. Go ahead, recall... ok, i got it back and i have to rewrite what she wrote on my paper and what she told me.
This is what she wrote:

"Your paper literally took my breath away . . .
SO articulate, intelligent, informative and very very interesting. I am so happy you found a way to combine the things you love in such a paper. You have given me so much HOPE in your generation (not that i "lost" hope or anything but you have multiplied it!) I cannot thank you enough for this magnificent paper. A++"

I didn't know that my writing could have such an impact on someone. Though i do write often, i never would have though it could have reached someone so. I feel honored and blessed. I am very happy.

What the Fuck happened?

I am a young man of a curious nature. I often find myself questions out of an ordinary blue or grey day. Just now i asked myself a question and compelled to write about it.
I was thinking about friends, like i often do, and i ask myself
"What the fuck happened?"
I've always felt like the odd man out with every group of my friends except one: Sophomore-Junior Year Daryll, Ryan, Josiah crew. No matter what we did we would do it together, no one would ever be left out. Phone calls would be made and aim messages would be exchanged. Heaven and hell them selfs bowed before us. Then we separated.
There are many people that par-take in the exchange of name calling with me, one of these names would be friends. The people who i do consider my friends i tend to feel to most left out of. Julius is off to Irvine, Elliot in Fullerton going on Chicago. Joseph and Anthony live close, but i never see them or talk to them. Daryll always says he'll call me back but doesn't. Ryan, who knows. Josiah, we've lost touch. Andrew, c'mon we all know the answer to than one. What ever happened to hanging out? Of coarse i'm not oblivious to the fact that there is work to be done, school to be attended and properly studied for, and future wives to be wooed. But what ever happened to hanging out? Or, do they hang out? I do find often that my name doesn't usually make it to the call list for one reason or another. But i wonder if i am so different that this is the reason for it all? Is my humor so foreign? is my style so strange? Is my taste in music and movies so wild? is it the way i speak? or the things i speak of?
What ever happened to wanting to hang out and doing something about it?

I can't help but to ask questions when it comes to friends. The inner philosopher comes out with these pending thoughts and only makes an analytical game of the whole thing. I wonder.

The Words I Write, The Words I Speak

No one who has ever come to know me would ever suspect the trouble I go to speak and write. You see I am unique in a way that makes me almost handicapped in speaking and writing, which in turn affects my very thoughts. When i write the letters I create are so fond of each other they begin to giggle. Playfully, they will laugh and flirt and - with out any good reason - they push and shove. As a matter of fact they are so playful that they even switch their own positions for new ones. Just last night i was writing some notes and re-read them to myself to find that the word "anyway" was completely in shambles. The word was a concentration camp of shits and giggles, mind you all i could decipher was the tails on the Y's; and even those were begin to par take in the fun. To see my, otherwise finely structured bodies of thought and creativity to go to waste because of, i don't know, love or stupidity - though i hardly find a difference between the two. Whats worse, the letters and words i create laugh at the very sight of other papers. They laugh at their uptight bodies and nazi like stances. Those free-spirited bastards, i truly need to be more strict with them but can't find the heart to put them in their proper shape. For, when i do i realize that they are drunk with merry. Amongst everyone they laugh and sing and even dance, especially the E's. Oh the E's dance and love to sing and i'm quite sure they find them self a bit love struck with H. Not to mention the love triangle between B, O and T. Oh and have i told you how R, U, and V love to try and trick me by disforming their bodies so to look like each other - i find it more of a jealousy act than anything else. At any rate that is my pleasure and everyone elses curse, to write illegibly but to write with such joy and pleasure that even my letters carry my message - very literally.

Bull Shit.

So i'm writing my final paper for my art class: History of film. I had to write my own question and pick my on movie and i really was having trouble with this because i wanted to 1) challenge myself 2) make a good question my teacher would be impressed with. So i thought and thought and said:

In the movie “What Dreams May Come” there is a distinction between heaven and earth. In Plato’s theory of forms there is, also, a distinction of two parallel worlds; the world of becoming and the world of being. Consider heaven and hell as a world of it’s own and analyze the connection between that world and plato’s world of being.

:] Biggest load of crap ever, i already know the answers too but i did have to put a ok amount of research effort into it so i feel pretty good about it, but the more and more i write about it the easier it's becoming. Nice.
In other news:
I bought the 100 best classics of all times c.d. ( i do love my classical music)
Soulshaker Vol. 5, which i think i'll burn a copy for Mane, i'm sure he's gunna like it.
Peaceful, The world lays me down by Noah and the Whale.
I'm not particular impressed with this cd, but i am highly satisfied. I do like my up-beat folksie music and they deliver. So far. I've ony listened to half of the album as of right now.
I'm off to read then go to class.

Sleep, sprinkle your sand over my eyes

I have come across one of the most dreaded feelings man has ever had to face, being wide awake at 11:00p.m. and knowing that it's not going o change for a while. How sad. In other news i've finished my latest Haruki Murakami book "South of the Border, West of the Sun" and i bought a new nook today by John Steinback called "Travels with Charley in Search of America". It is a delightful book but tonight i've found myself anxious, for what - i have no idea. That's actually why i;m not reading now. Should i go walk the dog? Go out for a bike ride? Listen to music and simmer in my decision? Go out to Lestat's for coffee? Call someone? Who would be up at this time of night? These are the questions i ask myself as Jane liu's Surrija plays softly in the background. Coffee, Movie, Dog, Bike, Company. I don't feel my writing veins particularly, nor am i attentive enough to read a book. What to do, what to do.

Biking California

I'm extremely serious when i say this to everyone who reads this:

I'm going to bike across california. I'm taking a bike, a backpack, little bit of clothes, cash/debit card, a couple of notebooks to chronicle my journey. I'd much rather go with someone so please tell me if you're interested, i wanted to do it next year, probably late january or february - if i'm confident that i am ready. I guess that i will spend a month doing this. I want to spend time in each and every city, staying at hostels or cheap motels, exploring and meeting new people and new experiences. If you're interested on joining me, then please tell me. Thanks.

Serene Sunday

Today I spent with my grandparents, Mom and Sister and their significant others. We ate breakfast burritos and talked. Afterwards my mom, richard and I went to IKEA because she's been asking me when i'm fixing my room up. I've got a lot of brilliant ideas that are waiting to be executed, but i think i'll wait until next month - when school is over. Now that i've come back I was, naturally, hungry. I saw an old ciabatta bread that i bought and thought i should use it before it gets any worse. I Split that bitch up and put in the toaster oven - then i saw the boysenberry preserves in the fridge and knew what i was going to make. I grabbed the chunky Peanut butter some honey and a knife. WHile the bread was toasting i made a fruit salad consisting of Mango, Strawberry, Melon, and pineapple. I put it all together and took my lunch upstairs to my room. I put on Ella Fitzgerald and layed down with my Lunch/Dinner. And as i bite down into my sandwich, i see the gooping gobs of jelly and peanut butter slide down the bread onto the plate and listen to the amazing voice of Ella. Next to me, theres a pretty big window looking out at the trees, rooftops, and a single light post. I cant help but to share this wonderful meal with you all. Maybe this is the subtle sound Ella is making to me, but i wish i could share this beautiful moment with someone. Not a word spoken but to appreciate the greatness in life and all it's wonderous ups and downs. Oh how i wish. What a wonderful Sunday.

Health and Happiness

So i've been hearing about "Thisiswhyyourefat.com" and it's pretty funny. The foods we love to eat because they're disgusting in any other form. There's a lady who is the Author of a few vegan cook books and has her own blog, she made the blog "thisiswhyyourethin.com" to try and encourage more and more people to live healthier lives. As you may all know, i'm not one to preach so i'm gunna say this quick: being healthy is not that bad and really really really good and easy - most of the time. for example: vegan food. Sounds nasty and may bring up some disturbing images but really, it's not that bad. Like Vegan pie or smoothies or anything really are easy to make and require no cooking most of the time. Goneraw.com is a cool site that has recipes for raw vegans (meaning no cooking required, only blending) and its fucking delicious. That's it. Healthy = fun and easy. love, alex.