The blog about everything

First of all, I hope you're all having a wonderful winter break.

Now, let's get down to business, shall we?

"The Root of my Fears"

I think it's finally dawned on me why I'm so afraid to drive. It comes in two parts.

a) the idea of me being in control. I don't like to have the responsibility on my shoulders. I'll easily be second in command, but if forced to be first then if I go down I'm taking you all with me. I guess I'm submissive like that. This correlates to the bad dream I had freshman year (It's probably in the archives somewhere)

b) Road rage. After about 14 near death experiences in my cousin's truck on our way to Wal Mart Christmas Eve, I realized that my famliy has very pent up feelings and anger issues. First of all, my cousin. He's not a defensive driver. He's more of an offensive driver, and in more ways than one. He's the one who will be ranting up a storm if you're in front of him only going 5 mph above the speed limit. He's the type that weaves in and out of traffic just to get ahead of the white VW beetle driven by the old lady. Then there's my mom. While a more subdued kind of person, she hates it whenever things get in her way. If one guy suddenly pulls ahead of her, she's moody for the whole trip.

And the scary thing is that I know deep inside I am exactly like that. I want to think of myself as the timid one that nobody wants to be stuck behind, but if you've ever seen me in the hallways I prtray a different meaning. Especially when the bell's rung, I find myself darting while other people are casually walking to their rooms.

Ok, fine, maybe 3 things.

c) I don't think like a driver. Mr. Wagley always said in Driver's Ed to always look at the big picture and to not focus on the little things. BUt I do and have all my life. I was that kid who would stare at the mile post sign until we passed it and proudly announced that we were a mere 142 miles from home. Even when mom took me to the office parking lot a few weeks ago, which was fortnuately practically empty, I found myself looking at one thing at a time and not as a collective set. PLus I don't have good brake control. I get that from video games.

"Reminder"

I hate to sound rude, but I WOULD REALLY LIKE SOME ASSISTANCE HERE for my MIT essay. Seeing that I didn't get the Flinn, now I'm overly worried that my MIT essay will be in the first pile of rejects, so editing help would be lovely.

Also, about which piece to add, I've narrowed it down to 4.

a) "Houston"
b) "InMorning"
c) "Cabbie Chevrolet (Parts 1,2, and 3)"
d) "Eulogy"- which I don't think I ever posted but it says a lot about me I think.

Why not, here it is:

I don't know the most words
But that's all right with me
And I could play until my fingers hurt
But that's all right with me
'Cause I don't want to lie here hearing all your sympathies, no
That's all right with me

And I could say that I'm sorry
If that's all right with you
Could I sound like a martyr,
If that's an ok thing do do
'Cause you never realized what words were coming thorugh, oh
That's too fine for you

(chorus)
I want you tell me if I'm doing something wrong right now
But I don't that it doesn't matter anyhow

(repeat)

And I know all the numbers
But that's not fine with me
I could lose 'em and be dumber
If it's what can set me free
Whatver it takes to be part of the astronomy
This astronomy

(pre-chorus)
But you got it wrong
You're screwing up the song
You're singing all the wrong notes
And they're in the wriong key
But you've got it wrong
You're screwing up this stupid song
And that's won't fly with me

(repeat chosrus 2x)

(musical interlude)

(pre-chorus)
(chorus 1x)

Now I'm here standing taller
And that's all right with me
I won't be here tomorrow
I'm headed out to sea
I'm just here reciting your eulogy


So, what will it be? Really I would appreciate some input.


"HappySad Panda"

So hopefully by now everyone's opened their gifts. And though my stuff isn't the most lavish things in the world, I happy.

some clothes
Crazy Taxi and Taiko: Drum Master for my PS2
And one fo those really squishy polyester pillows!

Taiko: Drum Master is a lot like Donket Conga if you've seen that, just batting away at the drum like you just don't care.

Except my PS2 won't play it.

Now I had heard that some Playstations were having difficulty playing certain games. The worst part is that neither of my new games work! They both have this funky, shiny purplish/ blue bottom as opposed to typical CDs and DVD's. But my PS2 won't play newer music, either. So I am sad. My cousin brought his older PS2 and both games worked perfectly fine on his, so mine has to go to repairs. I called Sony this morning and they said they could fix mine for free (Plus S&H, of course) in only 10 to 15 business days. So I'll be looking for some help. My PS2 is no longer under warranty, so if anyone knows any dirty rotten tricks to fixing this (Todd, I'm glancing in your direction) I'd really appreciate it.

"Crayon Seahorse"

I saw The Life Aquatic last night, and it's pretty good. The Star gave it 3 stars, which would have to be my best estimate of it. It's more weird than funny, and sometimes not as thought provoking as it tries to be, but it helps if you David Bowie songs and Portuguese. The only one I could decipher solely based on the guitar was "rebel rebel"

But be warned, Bill Murray is in a speedo.

That reminds me...

"Has anyone seen Cocoon?"