i'm an action person.
i like to be doing things,
either physically or otherwise.
i like it when i'm able to turn a day into a challenge or an adventure.

i'm gonna try to start recording more.
anything and everything,
even if it amounts to nothing.
it'll give a project,
something to do.

i need to start working out again too.
when i was on vacation,
all of the kayaking and snorkeling and surfing i did really got me amped about life.
i love things like those because they get me moving and they're way more fun than working out.
i miss playing sports.
i used to and still love that kind of stuff.
i got to keep moving,
it's the only way to live...

subliminal messages are fucked up.
all the slight things that different ad companies do to help their product appeal to either more people or just a certain group of people.
it's weird, man.
it's weird observing life after the communications classes i've had.
i learned all this crazy shit about communication through different mediums and why people respond the way they do,
and now i can't help but notice all the crazy different ways ideas are communicated to the public,
to send a message about their product subliminally.
different colors, different fonts, different techniques,
all with the aim to catch the eye of the right customer at the right time.
that's all i see now,
the subliminal messaging in everything.
it sucks.
i almost feel like i know too much sometimes...

tonight is one of the few times where i have something to say,
but i'd rather not say it on here.
plans really.
i always try not to plan whenever possible because i think life is more exciting that way,
but i think i could have some big plans in the near future and i don't need anybody to know just yet.
maybe not.
this could just be one of those ideas that ends up amounting to squat,
but i've been thinking about it for a little while now and haven't lost interest,
so what's to say i won't actually follow through with my ideas for once?

it's weird to think about the crucial choices we make,
you know, the ones that really affect a considerable portion of your life and the lives of others.
it's weird to think that it comes down to a simple choice on things,
like life is just a drive-thru with a huge fucking display of choices and we just choose.
it's really makes a lot of sense too because we can't choose whats on the menu,
but we do get to choose what we'll have to eat;
that's life.

i don't know,
just another one of my goofy metaphors.
it doesn't really mean anything.
i'm going to bed.

"it's all fun and games until somebody sticks somebody else in the eye with a hot poker..."

i'm a third eye shy of a divine high five;
i'm blind.
i want to see now, please.
pleased in pleasing every deity,
though i won't fall back in line,
that's not what was meant;
freedom, liberty, a life well spent,
where spending time transcends the clock,
where a clock is nothing more than a meager tick or a tock.
i don't want to think i know,
i want to know,
or better yet, i want to grow.

i wonder if it all makes sense in the last moment before we die...

dude, i think i'm a buddhist.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Noble_Eightfold_Path

read it and learn.
take your time because that's the point.

i just wrote a whole bunch of really deep stuff,
but it all got trashed by the unwanted pushing of the wrong button by me,
but i'm over it.

i've discovered that i'm not looking for answers,
just a good idea,
which i'm beginning to find.
i have lived a great life.
i am proud to be me tonight.
i feel good.

"there are no coincidences."

love others,
learn,
love yourself,
understand,
love life,
now you're living...

i'm a tough guy, i think.
not a tough-guy,
but definitely durable,
able to fight through pains and things that some people can't handle.
i think that makes me kinda tough.
i just choose not to let things bother me.
i don't ever really give up because i physically can't stand something.
sometimes my mind turns on me,
but my body never stops.

i'm a hard worker.
my parents are too blue collar for me not to be.
they're gonna be working tough jobs till they're old,
and i will too, unless i find a way out.

that's one of the driving forces in music today;
the drive to avoid the monotonous life of the working class,
the drive to get out of the small time, bullshit neighborhoods that threaten to suck away the best years of our lives.

adventure on the mind tonight,
everybody wants to get out like there is somewhere great to get out to.
well, i've seen a few places in my life,
and they all look the same to me.
sure, every town has different character,
but none of them are really that much better than the other,
not even new york or boston.
the best thing i can think to do is leave often,
but always keep your home close in mind.

i am burnt raw and entirely uncomfortable,
but for the moment,
i am content...

awake and in dreamland,
i have little concept of days anymore.
i mean, i usually know what day it is,
and even what time it is,
but as far as where the days go,
i have no clue.
i just punched through a month like it was just a day or two.

it's weird to think that in just a few years,
this is how things will always be.
i'm just now coming to the realization that soon there will come a time without school or summer vacations,
soon there will be just work and life as the years go by.
it's kinda scary to think about,
removing such a dominant facet of one's life in just one fell swoop,
forever changing one's perception of time and how to spend it.

in the years to come,
i anticipate both a new sense of freedom and a new sense of restriction.
responsibility is such a drag...