Who else ever feels that satisfaction of waking up next to someone and thinking, "Self, I really like this person," and then after some thought the reality settles in, "Who the hell has time."
There is nothing like a weekend devoted, mid every day life, to catching rays on a beach with a group of one hundred friends and more things to drink than at a Gatsby party. However, that mid every day life is still there on Monday with everyone who wasn't part of that one hundred still working and taking strides past your lazy weekend. But, thankfully stories make up the dull moments in class and memories last a lot longer than Sociological statistics.
Moral? Take advantage of every opportunity available to spend time with people before the 'real world' comes and slaps you with a phone bill, rent, cable charges, credit debt and a beer stomach. Until all those woes come, as they inevitably will, budget time towards memories that will put a smile on a sad face and help you remember laughter. Remember laughter?
With love forever,
Memory Aids
Sebastian
Monday, May 2, 2011
Friday, April 15, 2011
Satellite
Where is reality anymore anyway? I'm struggling to figure out what it is I expect from each day. Quite honestly it all feels like a fog of nothingness: waking up late, missing classes, eating once, drinking, sleeping through a promise. I want a Keiren. Someone beautiful, intriguing, with something to say for themselves but not overly judgmental of me - who can take and give a joke.
That reality I managed to live in while still living at 721 has dissipated. The boys are gone at schools all struggling to find their own means of existence too. But for some reason, and probably because I am me and I live my life, it is my life that is the hardest. Here I am with an all expenses paid adventure and access to essentially however much whatever I want to alter how I feel, when all I truly want is a reality that is manageable. Kids don't realize how good they have life - their lacking of freedom thanks to the guiding loving care of the parentals lets their minds wonder into the abyss of happiness, not deranged in fear and worry.
Sometimes, some sad music and my thoughts are all I have. I wish I could be coherent, I miss writing, I miss reading, I miss having the attention span of a human. Where has my patience gone?
Simply out of curiosity, why is it that the unobtainable is so desirable? The whole concept of rags to riches, or not having what you want is such a fallacy. Its almost as though the mind gives such beautiful descriptions of what could be, turning the reality that follows into a sham. It makes settling so appealing. No matter how unacceptable, its what seems to be happening. Regardless of anything, is even this reality? Four in the morning, Bright Eyes, thoughtless never-ending thought progression and eyes that can't stay shut no matter the weight of their lids.
It is a conclusion, a sad one. Social networking - Xanga to myspace to FaceBook - has illuminated the lives of millions. An art form has erected from the photographs, tags, punch lines, and info sections. Modest Mouse put it well when saying that the sites are simply a mask, you can attack and break it down but in the end its a facade. Reality disappears without our knowing, it continues as I write, as you won't read. Be depressed, you're oppressed and its unavoidable, regardless of how strongly willed you are - its easy to be consumed.
Thursday, August 26, 2010
J.L.
Good morning college education. Ca va?
Welcome class to English 121. My name is Your Teacher. Today is just going to be syllabus and introduction. Lets start with some background on myself and then we'll dive into you all!
I attended this college for this many years and still have yet to achieve a degree other than a B.A. in English. Guess this is what you do with one.
Now, each of you introduce yourself and then list the name of every person before you that said, "Hello."
"Jessica."
"Ely, and this is my friend Jessica."
"Diana, this is Ely and Jessica."
Then naturally the class offers its students who really shine, idiotically.
"There is no way i'll be able to remember all of the names before me!" - #1
"You can write down the list as it gets larger, front of the room" - Your Teacher
"Why would I write it down if there is no chance of remembering them all in the first place?" -#1
"My name is Sebastian. Your Teacher, I can list them all back words and their schools."
Curious?
Please, do the world a favor. Lets live off the first challenge, better yet, lets just elaborate on the concept. Try and limit your FaceBook time, learn the names of individuals that you see each day as opposed to those you'll never see. Real life destroys pictures, learn to live, not vicariously.
There are so many interesting people with concepts, ideas, activities, and motivations that may work to inspire you as some have me into learning and bettering who I am - who you can be.
It takes time though, so be patient, live sarcastically, and love honestly.
Finally, don't be a stranger. Smile, say hello, ask how they are and properly reply to their theoretical question of how you are with the correct English phrasing, "I'm doing well, thank you."
Welcome class to English 121. My name is Your Teacher. Today is just going to be syllabus and introduction. Lets start with some background on myself and then we'll dive into you all!
I attended this college for this many years and still have yet to achieve a degree other than a B.A. in English. Guess this is what you do with one.
Now, each of you introduce yourself and then list the name of every person before you that said, "Hello."
"Jessica."
"Ely, and this is my friend Jessica."
"Diana, this is Ely and Jessica."
Then naturally the class offers its students who really shine, idiotically.
"There is no way i'll be able to remember all of the names before me!" - #1
"You can write down the list as it gets larger, front of the room" - Your Teacher
"Why would I write it down if there is no chance of remembering them all in the first place?" -#1
"My name is Sebastian. Your Teacher, I can list them all back words and their schools."
Curious?
Please, do the world a favor. Lets live off the first challenge, better yet, lets just elaborate on the concept. Try and limit your FaceBook time, learn the names of individuals that you see each day as opposed to those you'll never see. Real life destroys pictures, learn to live, not vicariously.
There are so many interesting people with concepts, ideas, activities, and motivations that may work to inspire you as some have me into learning and bettering who I am - who you can be.
It takes time though, so be patient, live sarcastically, and love honestly.
Finally, don't be a stranger. Smile, say hello, ask how they are and properly reply to their theoretical question of how you are with the correct English phrasing, "I'm doing well, thank you."
Saturday, August 21, 2010
Think Of Me
Jesus, time consumes drugs quickly. Thirty minutes into a codeine binge your head starts itching as though lice, dandruff, and mosquitos all just piled on your head. So, naturally, the solution is to knock out the desire to scratch mentally. But as an aid, three shots from an ice luge containing Jacky Daniels and three bowls of dankidy dank usually end up joining the fun.
Hello cocktail.
Finally the itching subsides and is replaced with a cunning inability to stand upright. So first impressions are taken from anytime ventures, to only being safe AFTER getting up. Stability is found slower - now things get interesting. Standing, you help the host keep unsure guests from leaving.
"I really don't think I want to drink, I'll just head home so I'm not a downer." - Guest #1
"No, stay! There are two kegs, handles of liqure, a pool, a dj and this is my going away rave - grab some glow sticks Guest #1 and stay." - Host
"I really don't know, there is a lot on my..." - Guest #1
"You know Hopkins did a study on weather or not you're going to drink tonight. Its completely made up but there is research to back up the facts. Hello Guest #1 its nice to meet you. My name is Sebastian." - You
Solid work friend. The codeine, beer, Jack, and Dank all have you thinking as though you were king of the world. And the timing of the situation was clutch - already standing.
Too bad drugs end up letting you down. Ten minutes into the session, "Mission: Keep Guest #1 At House for Host," news comes that you have to leave yourself.
Peace.
A clock tells you that the codeine you took at 7 is wearing off. Its midnight. Two more bowls to the face, some HD soccer on a flat panel and taco bell. Good ending to a night. If only sleep would ever come and grace the night with its glorious ending.
Hello cocktail.
Good bye sanity.
Wake up fully in love. Just like every other morning.
Hello cocktail.
Finally the itching subsides and is replaced with a cunning inability to stand upright. So first impressions are taken from anytime ventures, to only being safe AFTER getting up. Stability is found slower - now things get interesting. Standing, you help the host keep unsure guests from leaving.
"I really don't think I want to drink, I'll just head home so I'm not a downer." - Guest #1
"No, stay! There are two kegs, handles of liqure, a pool, a dj and this is my going away rave - grab some glow sticks Guest #1 and stay." - Host
"I really don't know, there is a lot on my..." - Guest #1
"You know Hopkins did a study on weather or not you're going to drink tonight. Its completely made up but there is research to back up the facts. Hello Guest #1 its nice to meet you. My name is Sebastian." - You
Solid work friend. The codeine, beer, Jack, and Dank all have you thinking as though you were king of the world. And the timing of the situation was clutch - already standing.
Too bad drugs end up letting you down. Ten minutes into the session, "Mission: Keep Guest #1 At House for Host," news comes that you have to leave yourself.
Peace.
A clock tells you that the codeine you took at 7 is wearing off. Its midnight. Two more bowls to the face, some HD soccer on a flat panel and taco bell. Good ending to a night. If only sleep would ever come and grace the night with its glorious ending.
Hello cocktail.
Good bye sanity.
Wake up fully in love. Just like every other morning.
Friday, August 20, 2010
What It Be
Not to be sneaky or anything, but hello Lydia.
Personally, large fan of facebook. My new iPhone allows me to kick it anywhere while stalking thousands of people who are friends. God only knows that without it my friend base would shrink a thousand fold. Regardless, it grants access for everyone to everything. Based on a study that doesn't exist, but has solid references, 80% of FaceBook users only block their parents from viewing pictures, wall posts, or stati; this leaves the rest of your friends with full view of anything and everything electronically you. Oh, privacy.
Maybe politicians are right to say private property doesn't exist. Thats too charged of a thought, read on.
This should lighten the mood: Tunes!
Step back to reality, all that FaceBook truly offers is an escape. There goes gravity. I pose a challenge. Sit on a computer writing a paper for a solid hour. Type, research, and spell check but stay off FaceBook. Using your Droid, iPhone, BlackBerry, or any other means of FaceBook counts as cheating. And nobody likes a cheater - Scott Pilgrim is proof...so is Caroline Stephens.
With school starting, books opening, and brains still not functioning I do believe a worthy challenge to have been laid out for you. Can you survive the lack of creeping?
Salutations
Personally, large fan of facebook. My new iPhone allows me to kick it anywhere while stalking thousands of people who are friends. God only knows that without it my friend base would shrink a thousand fold. Regardless, it grants access for everyone to everything. Based on a study that doesn't exist, but has solid references, 80% of FaceBook users only block their parents from viewing pictures, wall posts, or stati; this leaves the rest of your friends with full view of anything and everything electronically you. Oh, privacy.
Maybe politicians are right to say private property doesn't exist. Thats too charged of a thought, read on.
This should lighten the mood: Tunes!
Step back to reality, all that FaceBook truly offers is an escape. There goes gravity. I pose a challenge. Sit on a computer writing a paper for a solid hour. Type, research, and spell check but stay off FaceBook. Using your Droid, iPhone, BlackBerry, or any other means of FaceBook counts as cheating. And nobody likes a cheater - Scott Pilgrim is proof...so is Caroline Stephens.
With school starting, books opening, and brains still not functioning I do believe a worthy challenge to have been laid out for you. Can you survive the lack of creeping?
Salutations
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