exploring...

a thought i just had...
inferiority.
lacking in intellect, material goods, love, and various other things i cannot even begin to comprehend at this point.
as if my life is not as important because i am missing them.

what if it is true?

coming to an end...

and it's all happening too quickly.
hold on to the moment. don't let go.
it's going to be gone before you know it.
is it coincidence or irony?

this is your life - today is all you got now and today is all you'll ever have. don't close your eyes.

ah, what's the difference anyway?
make it count.
two and a half days of class. three days of finals. one down, five to go.

nine days of happiness left.
then, three months of longing.
then, another eight months of happiness [knock on wood].
then, an eternity of possibility.

don't waste it.
what are you going to do?

i've already done it.

surprise surprise...

new watch, good food, storm chasing, driving, lightning, soccer, sleep...a good evening only made better because of who i was with.

surprise, surprise
couldn't find it in your eyes
but i'm sure its written all over my face

surprise, surprise
never something i could hide
when i see we made it through another day

how did it end up like this?

a lot of things going on this month, as i predicted. incredible amounts of stress, frustration, and sometimes apathy have come over me in the past few days. the regatta was less than optimal for the novice eight, but went well for the four and the mens novice eight, as far as boats i coxed went. the mens varsity eight did better than anyone expected, winning their heat, going to finals, and placing third in the closest race of the regatta. i'm happy for them. but at the same time, i'm jealous. our eight has had the most practice time together and it just didn't click on sunday. i don't know what it was. we have a bit of tension between all of us, but now we have to decide what we're going to do about it. mary rose and i need to get together before st. louis so we can figure out what to say to everyone. it was good to see my family, but i feel bad because i wasn't able to spend a huge amount of time with them. nevertheless, i think they enjoyed finally seeing what we do and i'm glad they got to meet brian and talk to him a little bit.
school things all seem to be getting pushed back and i am starting to realize that they are all going to pile up in the same week and then i'll be in serious trouble. despite that realization, i can't seem to get myself to do much about it. perhaps i'll be able to get some things done on the drive to st. louis. it will definitely help that we won't have to spend time setting up and taking down everything for this regatta...the downside to a home regatta. the week after next is really going to be difficult with three papers due three days back to back. i got lucky that its the one weekend this month that we don't have a regatta.
well, now its time for practice. i definitely have more things to say though...
"it started with a kiss, how did it end up like this?"

A tribute to Mitch Hedberg...

Yes, a tribute to one of the funniest men I've ever heard. Billy Joel was right when he said only the good die young.

You know there’s a fishing show on TV; they catch the fish, but they let it go. They don’t want to eat the fish, but they do want to make it late for something.
“Where were you?”
“I got caught!” “Bullshit, let me see the inside of your lip!”

Sometimes I fall asleep at night with my clothes on. I'm going to have all my clothes made out of blankets.

I want to climb a mountain. Not so I can get to the top, cuz I want to hang out at base camp. That seems fucking fun as shit. You sleep in a colorful tent, you grow a beard, you drink hot chocolate, you walk around.
“Hey, you going to the top?”
“Soon…”

Do you think when the guy came up with the idea to invent a bong, a black light popped up over his head?

I like the FedEx driver because he’s a drug dealer and he don’t even know it! And he’s always on time.

I hate dreaming because, you know, when you want to sleep, you want to sleep. Dreaming is work, you know. There I am laying in my comfortable bed in my hotel room, it’s beautiful. Next thing you know, I have to build a go-cart with my ex-landlord.

My apartment is infested with koala bears. It’s the cutest infestation ever. Way better than cockroaches. When I turn on the light, a bunch of koala bears scatter. And I don’t want them to, you know. I’m like, “Hey, hold on fellas. Let me hold one of you and feed you a leaf.”
Why do koala bears…they’re so fucking cute, why do they have to be so far away from me? We need to ship a few over and I will apprehend one and hold him and pat him on the back of his head.

Vending machines are a big part of my life. Yeah, I like when you reach into the vending machine to grab your candy bar, that flap goes up to block you from reaching up. That’s a good invention. Before that, it was hard times for the vending machine owners.
“What candy bar are you getting?”
“That one and every one on the bottom row!”

I got an ant farm; them fellas didn’t grow shit! I said, “come on, what about some celery? You fuckers don’t farm, plus if I tore your legs off, you would look like snowmen!”

And my favorites in no particular order (because I can't pick one over the others)...

I got two straws here in case one breaks down. You know crazy straws they go all over the place, these fucking straws are sane. They never lost their mind. They said, “we're going straight to the mouth. That fucker who takes awhile to get there, he's crazy.”

I don’t want to have my face on the cover of a Wheaties box; I want to have my face on the cover of a Rice Krispies box. Snap, Crackle, Mitch, and Pop.
“Hey, how the fuck did he do that?”
“Hey, in Hollywood, it’s all who you know, and I know Crackle.”

I want to open a McDonalds and not participate in anything. I want to be a stubborn McDonalds owner. I’d say, “cheeseburgers? Nope! We got spaghetti! And blankets!”

I was going to get a candy bar. The button I was supposed to push was HH, so I went to the side, I found the H button, and I pushed it twice. Fucking potato chips came out man because they had a HH button for Christ’s sakes. You need to let me know. I’m not familiar with the concept of HH. I did not learn my AA, BB, CC's. God god damn it damn it.