Thursday, July 29, 2010

The goal list. Of all things big and small.

Who said you need a new year for resolutions? I just needed a vacation.


- Put money away every paycheck and get the Canon 7D before next summer.

-Register for school.

-Don't suck at school.

-In fact, maintain a high average for a scholarship so I can get the hell out of here.

- Work out. Every day, or every second day.

-Learn how to eat healthy

-Drink more water.

- Sell sell sell at work.

- Buy a new ipod.

- Keep my room clean.

- Get an external hard drive.

-Read photography text book cover to cover.

-Learn how to use my skimboard

-Buy bindings

-Buy boots

-And a jacket and snowpants and goggles and gloves

-Learn how to use my snowboard.

- Do neck and knee stretches every morning.

Tuesday, July 20, 2010


Does it not baffle you that everything we see is light? THESE LETTERS ARE NOT BLACK, THEY ARE THE ABSENSE OF LIGHT. (After I posted this I realized they appear white in the blog, not black) Or that red is not red. It's simply light reflecting off a surface. So what does everything look like, when you take away the light? When you take away the sensors in our retina, or pupils, or the combined that register the presence of this light. When you take away the light, everything becomes BLACK. So with that being said, are the objects around us black? Simply reftecting light when it is present? What does everything around us truly look like? Or do they look like anything at all? Just shapes, of nothing but compact matter. WHAT THE FUCK AM I TALKING ABOUT.


My head is a whirlwind right now. Blurs of blue and grey. My mind is bruised from constantly imprinting it with text, stuffing it with knowledge until it expands and there is pressure on my skull from this ever expanding brain of mine, spattering question marks across the wall. I just want to be primitive for a few days. I want to lay in the sun, stare at clouds, huck myself off cement blocks, drink a slurpee. Scratch that, fill an inflatable pool with slurpee and swim in it. My thoughts regarding emotions are locked in a safe, inhibiting themselves. Just stay happy. Be open minded. Am I concentrating on keeping a happy outlook? Or am I just simply numbing myself? Nobody likes a glum critic. But where do these oppressed thoughts and feelings go? Do they dissolve? Do I burn them with happy ones? Do I paint a smile across my face, and constantly retouch it? Or will the acrylic crack one day, and reveal a frown. Why can't the human mind accept that there is such thing as happiness. I am happy. Why do I constantly worry and expect that it will change. Because what goes up, must come down? Fuck you gravity. You are a monster. I am now the gravitational pull, and you can fall towards me. I will stand on your chest triumphantly, hands on my hips like Jack after the giant pummeled from the bean stalk. The atmosphere isn't the end of space, time and existence. I have all the space in the universe to grow.

Saturday, July 17, 2010

Thursday, July 15, 2010

Sunday, July 11, 2010


My life is a globe, it rotates on a central axis, precisely so that there are 24 hours in a day. But when it's placed on your finger tip it spins out of control. 24 transforms into 48, and 48 into 72, and before I know it a quintet of two dozen hours has flashed before my eyes leaving streaks blazing through the empty air around me. As your orbit continues to the other side of the sun, where your light is hidden from my irises, although I can sense it through its existence, your gravitational pull is no longer spinning me by the hand. My globe spins slow, it feels as if every hour has multiplied by a trifold, and 24 hours becomes 72. Therefore 60 days becomes 4320 hours in my mind. And that is a long time.

Thursday, July 8, 2010

The mind is the most powerful tool you own.

Nobody knows what you want better than you.
Your mind controls everything.
It controls the outcome of your life.
It doesn't control the inevitable.
But it controls how you react, and which way you choose to go.

Monday, July 5, 2010

Study Break.

Life has never felt so well put together.

My heart's grinning. I'm unsure of what to write about. Writing is like a painting. Some words just look right together. Some words are more aesthetically pleasing together than others.