Analog Sh!t: The Common Sense Hustle

Analogue Sh*t: The Common Sense Hustle

Monday, August 22, 2005

|how do you say....nostalgia?|

I have hardly changed at all.
I found 2 old blogs from 2005() Exhibit A | Exhibit B). I also found some entries not archived on the blog saved to my harddrive that I may or may not post here.
You know how people grow up and go through inconsistent changes? I don't think I ever have, with the exception of once, in 7th grade...when I was trying to be someone I wasn't...which became the impetus for me growing comfortable with who I always was.

I also found some pictures and videos of me and my ex while deleting jpegs off of the computer that I thought I would just post bc I liked the pictures so much
SIMPLY for the photogenic value, like **this for example:

**some heads have been mosiaced to respect the past.
That picture is Hallmark status.

And then some pictures that capture the beginning of something new. Philly for instance:

tim & i were smiling hard bc we were scared out of our minds.

real actors get up early and put their dreams on the line (and are half-askeep while doing it).

*sigh*
where do we go, nobody knows.
Everyone is beginning something respectively new. My heart lies in a million different places right now.

Fuck that, i'm buying a powerbook tommorow.
-M.

p.s.- as a true ice cream conessuier, Coldstone Creamery wins best ice cream ever hands down.

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Sunday, August 21, 2005

|a modest proposal/ i'm bitching.|

It probably only bothers me that you could find more valid information on the internet
about Britney Spears than the theory of self-actulization by Abraham Maslow. Go figure,
our society is in shambles socially. Abraham Maslow is one of my biggest heroes right
now. If you're unfamiliar with the guy,he's famous for creating a Hierarchy of Human
Need. It's similar to this, but usually found in pyramid form:

On a lot of charts "safety" and "love" are a combined area. Sadly, most people never even
come close to self-actualization. I mean, it makes madd sense. To ever self actualize, one
must be willing to almost forget self-need entirely. That doesn't happen in 2005. People
are too selfish, and mostly lazy. We stay in the "safety/love" category due to modern
human behavior and newly invented compulsions. Think about it, everything so freaking
extreme. We’re pushed to become exteme. Freaking music moguls generate more social
change than activists...so what does everyone want to do? Emulate a music mogul of
course.
Yet, as predicted, I digress.
I’m frustrated because I’m feeling the paings of Maslow’s theory. I’m tired of dumbing
down conversation and catering to the needs of people who are firther down on the chart.
Compulsions annoy me to no end. It can’t be just me, I can’t be that odd. Hermitism
seems better and better each day.

Jonathan Swift’s Modest
Proposal came to mind today while in a fit of American rage. In short (even though
you should read it to get the full effect you lazy people), he proposed that it would be
socially and economically effiicient for the Irish to eat their own children. If only
somehow I can craft his approach to fit needs of my own when it comes to dealing with
the.....intellectually-challenged?
That would be great.

Now, if you would allow me to play with linguistics for a sec:

Certain words, or the subjective meaning of certain words cease to exist to me. "Deep"
for starters. What the hell does "deep" mean?. In my experience, "deep" is what happens
when you spend most of your time on the surface of thought. Don’t let "deep" happen to
you.
Freak.
Most commonly used among the cool kids like me to describe....a cool kid like me. The
word "freak" implies that a person is a sexual deviant. FYI: An affinity for oral, anal, or
"normal" sex with another human (or humans plural) does not denote a "freak". An
affinity for oral, anal, or "normal" sex with a child, animal or inatimate object DOES.

But what do I know.
I "act white".

eatchildrenselfactualizeYAY.

-M.

P.S. They've given me a roomate. I will not take this time to divulge on how upset I am. I
will also not be taking this time to communicate how unexcited I am about this whole
thing. I will, however, take this time to say that Wawa CaffeBlends milkshakes are really
gross and watery. They're not worth $2.12. That is all.

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Sunday, August 14, 2005

|We are the Yeast|

The other night I was talking to Emil, and he told me that we (humans) are similar to yeast in a petri dish.
Once inside a petri dish, yeast grow and grow and grow in their own little happy communities, feeding off of the sugar that they excrete. But that sugar, in conjucntion with the waste products from the yeast, turns into alcohol and ends up eventually suffocating the yeast; they die off.
The way I see it, is that yeast are suicidal by nature, as are humans.

We work ourselves to death, or sometimes not enough...which only results in poorer living conditions.
We get ourselves worked up over things that have essentially NOTHING to do with us,
and the worst injustice of them all:
we stick around the people who are most harmful to us, and keep going back for more.
This behavior is slow and painful suicide. We are our own poisons, we're destructive as hell (and seemingly, by nature).

I've come back home finally. I've been here since Friday. Nothing has changed, other than the fact that it looks as though they're trying to expand public transportation and my room seems smaller.

I went to a funeral yesterday. I've probably been to more funerals that most people. It's more like a social event in the South. Every time I go to one, I think about the way I would like mine to go. Morbid as it seems, I still haven't decided. I don't think I would like to be buried in a casket....that seems so...extra. I'm not a fan of the pasty, embalmed look...and I for damn sure wouldn't want to be remembered by anyone that way. Creamation seems cool sometimes, but so final (like death wasn't final enough right)?
I'm opting for cyrogenics.
These are things that we need to think about because Emil said we're yeast and oil is our sugar, and it's killing us.
Geologists predict that the earth only has 55 more years of natural resources left, so everyone should think about their funerals now.

In other news, I've kept a blog before people ever began to read it. That said, things won't change and I'll still say what I want, and it's usually how it happened. Censorship is a modern/communist invention. I'm not a yeast.

I want to write/storyboard animated cartoons. It's a new life goal of mine.

Michael and I are okay. We don't have any problems with each other, it's everyone|thing else.
We're friends.

And i'm not divorced.

He had his first shoot date for his movie yesterday. Not everyone you now can be that great, but some people can.

My birthday is in 2 days. It's a wonder that I didn't yeast myself already.
I'm too much about growth for that anyway.

-M.

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Sunday, August 07, 2005

|If and If and If|
I wonder how many times i've woken up since yesterday. For some reason, I cannot sleep through the night, or during a nap, or during an anything
my circadian rhythm has been knocked off of the charts.
I say, the way in which you wake up is a good indication of how you chose to spend your life the day before. In that case, I woke up this morning in a mutual "friend"''s bed because I was banned from Mike's house. Her apartment was freaking cold and I seemed to have left my favorite hoodie over his place.
I really liked that hoodie.

The story of why is not worth re-telling.
I've finally come back home (or the temporary version: my sister's place) after being with him for nearly a week, which was originally supposed to be a 2-day event. You stretch time out when you feel comfortable in spending it with a person.
If you ask me, I am still suffering the side effects of alcohol and have yet to produce a reasonable thought
other than the fact that I can't go on this way.

We hugged for what seemed like an hour.
Everything kept rolling downhill at both a steady and rapid pace.
I let him know that he was one of my best friends,
I thanked him for our time together.

I stumbled into the "friend"'s bed
soon the sun had come up
too soon.

I've been in and out of sleep since this afternoon.
"If" is all that you can think of in these situations. You even dream "if".
I wake up and get kind of frustrated each time at the images. I try to leave the TV volume up loud and hope I can distract myself.

Nothing can help me
but time.
It sucks.
And if and if and if.

-M.

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Saturday, August 06, 2005

No amount of alcohol can overcome certain pain.
-M.

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Tuesday, August 02, 2005

|Dear Stupid Ass Hos|
Tonight, I have come to an understanding that the stupid ass hos around the world are messing it up for people like me who want legitamate shit. There is no way in the world that sex is that important. Hos are the reason I am typing in this blog right now. You know, people act funny around hos. In fact, they don't know how to act at all. You can attempt to be cordial with hos, but if you are someone like me, you'll just end up getting frustrated.

Therein the question lies: is it the hos, or the people excited by them that are casuing the problems? No sex will ever excite me that much. I gave up on the pursuit awhile ago. Nowadays I just search for that quality shit that hardly exists anymore.

I hope this doesn't seem too cryptic, but if you're a girl like me you must understand my basis...which is way too long to explain here, but will be shown on some camera to someone somewhere. It's the story of tons of people.

Anyway, the whole reason this post ever existed, was a simple fact... a lot of people you come into contact with, are just skimming the surface of reality. Looks, status, social persona: all of which, are unreal, not timeless. The whole problem with people is that, we never build on things that last anymore. We do things for selfish and short-lasting reasons. Elation is a farce. People like me who bank their time into long-lasting elation are often intercepted by the people who no longer understand what the word "timeless" means.
Much of this is the reason a guy around me is walking around desperately yearning for a condom to service the afore mentioned type of girl I had just spoken of.

I wonder, is this reality, or the inverse?

Timelessness doesn't exist anymore. Private parts have lost their privacy. People are ruthless and selfish, and aside from technological advances, we don't have too much to show as far as evolution. We sit and wait while all that we know social dissolves around us and fuses into a monstrosity. We pretend to be okay. I don't know how much longer the world will last this way...
But if it does it under it's own volition, I can't really care that much.

-M.

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