With glistening skin under radical, exploding stars and spaceships rocketing from the corners of my eye with expanding souls lying beneath, each atom, every molecule, all tissue, whole matter vibrations for a twleve hour ride. A funny Friday with heads and heads and heads begging for a change. One slip of tainted perforation and bodies blur, cigarettes sail, and colors trail.
No god. No diety, just science. Beautiful, mysterious, tangible science.
No revelation, just realization.
If there is an itch, it will be scratched. Maybe not by the itching, maybe not right away, but it will be scratched.
The music I love doesn't need drugs. I groove sober. I groove fucked. I groove.
We live with images of what we can never truly be, but we strive to reach that kodak moment to show all our friends. Is that a carrot at the end of the string?
Those days that consist of hangover-headaches and sleep deprivation are always interesting. They're days that I don't exist... at least existence and the contemplation of never surface my consciousness as I lay in bed watching stoner movies with the fan on high blowing over my humid, boxer-shorted body.
I went out and played with Kuntal last night. It was the first time in years, literally, years that we've hung out together without anyone else (always one of his douchebaggy college friends from Fallbrook). It was a wonderful reminder of how great of a guy Kuntal is and why I've put up with his many moments of severe intoxication and flakeyness (not that I'm okay with either of those).
We transited from his place in Grossmont, bussed and trolleyed into downtown, drank, trolleyed back to his friends' place where games of King's Cup and Dice were being executed. A game of each and I was done for. His friends are musicians so, as inebriation has the power to influence, they pulled out their guitars and hand drums (empty packing boxes). Fortunately for me they had an extra 6string acoustic and we jammed and drank until 5am.
I woke up at 10 this morning on Kuntal's couch with fuzzy recollections and a bitter taste of beer on my tongue. Chinese buffet and a Slurpee and I headed home to spend some quality time with my bed.
Ouch... work at 5 am tomorrow morning and nothing to do after. Play it by ear I suppose.
Which of The Ten Commandments have you broken or would you consider breaking? Why?
Submitted by balderick24.
LULZ. what the fuck kind of question is this?
I am not answering this, instead here's a video of George Carlin.
I made it! Surreal. Exciting. Foreign. Comfortable.
1. Bishop
2. Bishy
3. Bish Bish
THREE PHYSICAL THINGS YOU LIKE ABOUT YOURSELF:
1. straight teeth
2. hair
3. right thumb nail
THREE PHYSICAL THINGS YOU DON'T LIKE ABOUT YOURSELF:
1. I'm fucking perfect.
2.
3.
THREE PARTS OF YOUR HERITAGE:
1. German
2. Irish
3. White
THREE THINGS THAT SCARE YOU:
1. Ending up like my uncle... single and 45
2. Losing family
3. Losing friends
THREE OF YOUR EVERYDAY ESSENTIALS:
1. Pen
2. Book
3. Weed
THREE THINGS YOU ARE WEARING RIGHT NOW:
1. Grey sweat shorts... that's all.
2.
3.
THREE OF YOUR FAVOURITE BANDS OR MUSICAL ARTISTS:
1. Dredg
2. Coheed & Cambria
3. Pink Floyd
THREE OF YOUR FAVORITE SONGS:
1. "Planting Seeds"- Dredg
2. "When the Music's Over"- The Doors
3. "Pardon Me"- Incubus
THREE THINGS YOU WANT IN A RELATIONSHIP:
1. A Best Friend
2. Music
3. Communication
TWO TRUTHS AND A LIE (in no particular order):
1. I'm content
2. I want out
3. I want out
THREE OF YOUR FAVORITE HOBBIES:
1. My guitar
2. Writing
3. Hiking (the new one!)
THREE THINGS YOU WANT TO DO REALLY BADLY RIGHT NOW:
1. Be in Calgary
2. Finish school
3. Eat a burrito
THREE CAREERS YOU'RE CONSIDERING/YOU'VE CONSIDERED:
1. Teaching
2. Rockstar
3. Writer... if you could call it a career.
THREE PLACES YOU WANT TO GO ON VACATION:
1. Calgary
2. France
3. Amsterdam
THREE KID'S NAMES YOU LIKE:
1. Honestly, I don't want to think about it until I need to.
2.
3.
THREE SIGNATURE FRAGRANCE OF YOU:
1. Old Spice under the arms
2. Abba Mint in the hair
3. American Eagle's Real or Gucci's Envy on the skin (occasionally)
THREE THINGS YOU WANT TO DO BEFORE YOU DIE:
1. Have a serious, loving, constructive relationship.
2. Travel, travel, travel
3. Publish
THREE WAYS THAT YOU ARE STEREOTYPICALLY A GIRL (or guy):
1. I have a penis
2. I don't mind bugs
3. Um... I'm chivalrous... I think I try to break as many stereotypes as possible.
THREE MALE CELEBS TICKLE YOUR PICKLE:
1. David Bowie
2. Johnny Depp
3. Jim Morrison
Thursday I took part in one of the most rigorous activities since I last got laid... so uh... yeah, a while. Bobby and Eric, two coworkers I've known for almost five years now, and I went out to Valley Center's Hellhole Canyon for a solid, three and a half hour hike. Sweet Christ, it was hot, long, and draining...
But I had a good time. Modelo Especial had never tasted so good when we were done with the hike. I felt like such a ninny with these two, who bike and hike and climb and surf and swim often, but I kept up and tried to pant as lightly as possible.
It was beautiful. There is something eternally breathtaking in desert scenes. Red dirt, sporadic trees, huge boulders and sheer cliffsides make for a genuinely gorgeous hiking experience.
Friday night I went down to Carlsbad with the parents and sister for Jazz in the Park. During the summer, the city of Carlsbad hosts a free concert every Friday, usually Jazz, and hundreds of people show up with blankets, chairs, and picnic baskets loaded with food. If you were a part of our crew, a ridiculous amount of wine would be added to that list. It was nice. I was reading my book for most of it.
Here's a picture of disengaged Adam:
One of my favorite places to splurge stupidly is in nice restaurants. I think I'm relatively frugal, but I believe that a plate of food can totally be worth the $40 you spend on a single dish. It's not often I'd be willing to throw down that kind of money, but given the right circumstances I'd be more than willing.
Tonight my parents took care of the tab, which was even better, but I was excited to go regardless. The food was brilliant. I ordered a rack of lamb, seasoned with God-Knows-What-Loveliness, and it came with asparagus that I gave to my mom and some rich, buttery bread pudding. The gravy was absolutely delicious and the lamb was cooked to perfection. I tried Morgan's Ahi Tuna, which was seared and rolled in sesame seeds with a light sauce, and I tried my mom's scallops, which were cooked with shrimp and also had a light sauce.
We opened a bottle of Conn Creek's 2001 blend (something like 70% Cab, and percentages of Petite Syrah, Pinot, and Merlot). The wine was SO good. Few things are as satisfying as a beautiful dinner with a really, really good bottle of wine.
It's been a good few days, but I've been realizing that I really want someone to do these sorts of things with. Not like I'm a sad, sad, lonely, little man, but I'd just like to be sharing experiences like these.
Oh well. Until then, my Vox will serve as such.
I'm starting to fucking hate Fallbrook again. No, living in Fallbrook blows. I absolutely hate how far away it is from anything. I have the hardest time making friends when I can't hang out because I can't afford the gas, or they don't want to drive out to Fallbrook, or I'm going to have to drive home so I can't drink with them, or I just don't have the time to drive out then drive back.
Fuck this.
I'm really annoyed, if it isn't obvious.
This town sucks.
Practice this.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MkvDZkXHWEo
Lucky me, I've got connections at REI and was able to get a new pair of hiking boots for 30% off their marked price. Originally $150, I got em for $105... sweeeet. It's been a few years since I've gotten a pair, so I was over due since all my camping and hikes have been in tennis shoes or Chuck Taylors.
They're made by Vasque, have good ankle support, good braking system, and are waterproof with a ventilation system. Ankle support and braking are important, I need all the help I can get to avoid hurting myself. Graceful has never been used to describe me... ever.
I broke them in a little bit today with my mom. We hiked up Rock Mountain since she's never hiked it. Good fun. Learned a bit about the family, like the holier-than-thou attitude of my dad's mother, how emotionally cold that side of the family could be (apparently there was a bit of tension between the Bishops and Priests. The Bishops thought that the Priests talked too much, were a lower caste, and weren't proper enough). Honestly, even as a kid when I was around both sides, the Priest side was the side that had fun, smiled and played, was more affectionate and were warmer people to be with. The Bishops were boring.
Anyway, it was a lot of fun today. Now I'm going to sit on my ass. read a book. play guitar. and then some GTA IV... yeeeeeeeah.
I meant to post this with the entry about the Rock Mountain hike in De Luz.
