I have spent my golden days tasting lies like sour milk. I have seen what the world wants for me, as the world has surely witnessed my perils. So, I think, few will find it suprising to find me here. It will be so easy to write this off to the maelstrom of youth, to imbalance, to desperation.
That's not what this is about.
Friday, July 13, 2007
Monday, July 9, 2007
A journal entry from a few weeks ago
I have a hard time seeing the personal value of a journal. Especially since I hate my own writing worse than that feeling you get in the back of your face right before you throw up.
What good does catharsis do, really? Holden Caulfield is still crazy at the end of The Catcher of The Rye. I can spend hours bouncing my woes of the monitor, and after all, I will still be angry and alone.
What good does catharsis do, really? Holden Caulfield is still crazy at the end of The Catcher of The Rye. I can spend hours bouncing my woes of the monitor, and after all, I will still be angry and alone.
And tremendously lonely. This computer is so full of mopey music. It is certainly not improving my emotional state of affairs. I wish I could write.
Where is Brian?
Where is Brian?
Saturday, July 7, 2007
Friday Night Eis
06.07.2007, Friday Night
I just got back from eating Eis with Jess and Kim. I always have a pretty good time with them. We had Schoko Eis, on Kim's recommendation, at the fancy schmancy place by the theater. It was really dark and good...it tasted and looked quite a bit like Jello puddin' cup chocolate puddin.' Now that is an awesome phrase. Or pharisee. I am not a very good typist. But, honestly, I don't see myself working in a field in which that will present a significant problem. And it certainly doesn't bother me.
Tonight, I think we're going to try to tempt Fate (the scary bald German nightwatchman) and sleep on the balcony.
Well...the girls pooped out on me. Looks like I'm sleepin in my room. Schade.
I just got back from eating Eis with Jess and Kim. I always have a pretty good time with them. We had Schoko Eis, on Kim's recommendation, at the fancy schmancy place by the theater. It was really dark and good...it tasted and looked quite a bit like Jello puddin' cup chocolate puddin.' Now that is an awesome phrase. Or pharisee. I am not a very good typist. But, honestly, I don't see myself working in a field in which that will present a significant problem. And it certainly doesn't bother me.
Tonight, I think we're going to try to tempt Fate (the scary bald German nightwatchman) and sleep on the balcony.
Well...the girls pooped out on me. Looks like I'm sleepin in my room. Schade.
Thursday, July 5, 2007
A brief word about the Tween
I thought my devoted readers would like to know a bit about this blog's namesake.
The tween is the name that I bestowed upon the stretch of main street that lies between "Thanks for visiting Orem" and "Welcome to Provo."
Cursorily speaking, the Tween is an inland Bermuda Triangle. The HooDoo strip where sinister events are as common as Christiansens in Utah County.
I once had a blog devoted solely to this hotbed of ancient evil, but I have forgotten my log-in information. Mysteriously.
COINCENDENCE? THE POWER OF THE TWEEN?
you decide. seriously. I don't care either way.
The tween is the name that I bestowed upon the stretch of main street that lies between "Thanks for visiting Orem" and "Welcome to Provo."
Cursorily speaking, the Tween is an inland Bermuda Triangle. The HooDoo strip where sinister events are as common as Christiansens in Utah County.
I once had a blog devoted solely to this hotbed of ancient evil, but I have forgotten my log-in information. Mysteriously.
COINCENDENCE? THE POWER OF THE TWEEN?
you decide. seriously. I don't care either way.
Mein erstes Blog
So here it is. My first post. Does anyone have a champagne bottle to bust over my monitor. OR, given that the substance of this blog will emerge from my warped and idle mind, perhaps we should bust it upon my skull.
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I'd like to think that I'll actually use this blog. I have tried many times in many media to record my daily inklings...to no avail. But I promise...to whom, I know not...that I will try to pull something out of me and leave it here. In case anyone would like to see.
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I'd like to think that I'll actually use this blog. I have tried many times in many media to record my daily inklings...to no avail. But I promise...to whom, I know not...that I will try to pull something out of me and leave it here. In case anyone would like to see.
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