Hey!
It’s been far too long.
It’s been a crazy week or so since my last post, so I thought I’d squeeze in an update. Currently, it’s taking me a good bit of time to try and type this out, seeing as I’m in a stupid air cast on my left wrist. I managed to fall on it once again, but didn’t fracture anything this time. (Hooray!) However, in taking my sorry ass over to the hospital for an x-ray, the doctors found out (After an additional CAT Scan.) That not only do I have “Hyper dense pockets of bone in the center of my hands.” (Their words, not mine.) But that I’ve also got a couple of bone chips in my left wrist from older accidents. (I’m thinking my previous skateboarding accidents.) BUT there were no new fractures, so that’s good. However, I’m left with some advil, ice packs, and keeping it elevated for the time being. Kind of a bitch when you lead an active lifestyle.
This is how I feel after my wrist injury. Stupid.
Nerd-gasm ‘09: Aside from my wrist, I got my new computer! I’ve got the new copy of IPhoto as well as Aperture installed, so I’ll be cranking out a whole bunch of my favorite pictures from this summer sometime soon no doubt. Hooray!
The house has been close to nuclear hot. It’s crazy humid in the summer, so I’ve taken to not wearing much of a shirt at all. There have been so many nights thus far of me just cruising around longboarding, surfing the gritty sea of concrete amid the waves of humidity. We’re talking about a humid that encompasses all of space and time here. I long for some place that just…isn’t Ohio. I had one of those moments where you just realize that you want something. you don’t necesarily know what you want, but you crave it, like a rabid night-time hunger. You can’t just sate this hunger with a trip to a local store or a little roadtrip back home. Something like a new direction, a change of scenery, pace, you name it. Just something.
I just don’t think I can ever live in Ohio. After chilling with Sam on our porch, just having a brew and chatting in the breeze, just a warm breeze floated through me and changed my entire perspective. Maybe it’s the stupid quips from the people around town “Go back to California!”, “Surf’s up?”, or my persona favorite of “Skate-bro, where’s the surf?” (Mainly because it made no cognitive sense. I’m skateboarding, you moron.) It makes me realize that I STILL am not ‘home.’ If your wondering, yes, it’s incredibly frustrating.
Though Ohio at this time of year is close to perfect at night. 75, breezy, slightly humid. Great weather for lots of mischief. Anyways, no doubt more to come in later weeks! (But since you thought of it, or didn’t, here’s a Corgi. Awful adorable.)
After a night of consuming copious amounts of alcohol, and enduring the ridiculous (getting ice cream shoved in my face, taking the Four Horsemen shot, ect.) I’m still here. It’s currently Friday, two days after my 21st birthday. This weekend should prove interesting, mainly because most of everybody I know will be either going home, or out of the house. I’m pretty sure I’m going to be the only one living there over the weekend. I’ve got a couple of things to accomplish before the weekend is over.
- Lower my lofted bed one rung.
- Call Jeff. (edit: 1:25pm)
- Call Lang.
- Call Home. (edit: 2:00pm)
- Finish Pride and Prejudice and Zombies.
That last one is the part that really counts. Apparently, or at least according to Dan, the same author of Pride and Prejudice and Zombies is making another book entitled Abe Lincoln: Vampire Hunter. Am I excited? Very. Well, I’m back to work on the WooCorps Website. If you want to check out my work, it’s (www.woocorps.scotblogs.wooster.edu) Yes, I realize that I am running close to four blogs now, but you have to remember that this one is my main one, and that’s all that really matters.
“How doth the little crocodile improve his shining tail, and pour the waters of the Nile on every golden scale. How cheerfully he seems to grin, how neatly spreads his claws. And welcome little fishes in, with gently smiling jaws.”
Here's Cookie!
Well, I’m 21. I don’t feel much different, but I still know that it’s a new chapter in my life. So far, I woke up, took a great shower, got breakfast and found out that Jack White has created yet another wonderful ‘Super Band’. Seriously though, anything he touches turns to musical gold in my eyes. Anyways, it’s called The Dead Weather, and is made up of vocalist Alison Mosshart (of The Kills), guitarist Dean Fertita (of Queens of the Stone Age), bassist Jack Lawrence (of The Raconteurs and The Greenhornes) and drummer/vocalist Jack White (of The White Stripes and The Raconteurs), the band is due to release their debut album Horehound on July 14, 2009. You can put money on the fact that I’ll be pre-ordering that album, because I love, not like, LOVE the Raconteurs and the White Stripes, and this sounds like the perverbial ‘one-up’ from those.
Great Birthday present.
It’s been a good run folks, and with this last post, I’m going to listen to some Greenday. Mainly because Song of the Century seems quite fitting for this time and age. Guys, I won’t lie, it’s been a sweet run. I frankly can’t believe I’ve lived this long, let alone long enough to become an ‘adult’. I’ve suffered so many pains and experiences that it’s crazy to think I’d even get to see 21. Got to thank your lucky stars sometimes though, right? Right.
Sing us a song of the century
That’s louder than bombs
and eternity
an era of static and contraband
that’s leading us into the promised land.
Tell us a story that’s by candlelight,
Waging a war and losing a fight.
They’re playing a song of the century
Of panic and promise and prosperity
Tell us a story into that goodnight
Sing us a song for me.
Thank you for being in my life.
I FOUND WORKING COPIES OF THESE. MY LIFE IS COMPLETE.
OH THE TREASURE.
OH THE ELVES.
So, last night I had the most, and I’m not kidding, the most interesting dream I’ve had in a long time. Sad thing about this? I don’t remember it at all. I woke up this morning, slammed my head into the ceiling. (Yes, you read that right.) and promptly forgot what my dream was about. So. Frustrating. I wish I could actually have the gumption to write down my dreams when I have them. I know Mike used to be able to wake up and go right to his journal. No matter the time of day it was, Mike was able to write down what he had been dreaming about, be it in a cognitive state or not, and recall it later that day. Maybe that will be my claim to fame when I finally start inventing things. A way to ’save’ your dreams, like computer documents. I mean, you could use a person’s nightmares for therapy, exposing them to what they fear in a subconscious state, or hype them up using the more uplifting ones.
Tomorrow, I turn into a pirate, rum and all.
This COULD have been my dream.
We're not in Kansas anymore...
Well, I just came back from being in Cincinnati for the weekend. I went home mainly to celebrate my birthday a little early with my brothers and family since I won’t be able to make it home on the 20th. It was nice to see everyone, and the weather was gorgeous (if a little on the chilly side…) But it was strange to have not seen my family for so long. While being on my own is incredible and very different, it is difficult only being able to come back for a weekend at a time. I mean, work is nice, but this is the first summer where I’m working an 8-5 and really sort of fending for my own. I miss my brothers especially, mainly because Rainor will be heading off to college in the fall and Baldur will be all alone at home. I want to be able to spend time with them before they head on off to such a different time in their lives. We’ll see, no doubt we’ll scrounge up some trouble.
I see you!
Nerd-gasm ‘09: Ordered my 24″ IMac and it should be in within the week. Can you dig it? I can. I’m so pumped. Going to be using my camera to edit the living daylights out of everything I shoot. On a slightly similar yet completely different note, my birthday is Wednesday, and I’ll finally be 21. It’s going to be ridiculous. Scott, Sam, and Matt are coming down to Wooster and we’re going to head out to the bars for a bit of a bar crawl. Upon reflection, I might end up skipping out on work to go drink in a Toys R’ Us. I’m recently so aware of the fact that I’m getting older, and I’m not so how I feel about that. I’ve had so many experiences throughout my life that I don’t think many (Or anybody for that matter.) could relate to the things I’ve been through, and yet I’m still so young. I mean, a ‘young’ adult.
21. Jeez. I still feel like I’m 9. I remember when I was younger I thought I’d have a house, be married, and all these other ridiculous naive notions to be finished by the time I’m 21. I know, I was a naive little kid, but I’ve got the brain of a 9 year old trapped in a body of a 21 year old. While we all kind of realize that every birthday brings closer the inevitable, the march of time is completely different from the ‘Growing up’ factor in life. ‘Growing up’ is something nobody can really stop, but I mean, I feel like Tom Hanks in Big. I’m an adult, but never really going to be one at heart. I count on that child-like imagination of mine to get me through my day. I don’t ever want to lose that.
But 21?
Jeez.
Bring on that horizon.
