an average person's post

An insomnia-induced survey. enjoy.


Single or Taken:
single

Happy about that:
pass.

Siblings:
1 sis in Indy.

Eye color:
Green-ish. I’ve never really figured out my eyes

Height:
5' 10"

what are you wearing right now:
yellow t-shirt, grey pants with white stripes.

Best place to go for a date:
Quiet, but not too quiet.

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FAVORITES

Kind of pants:
My brown pants with the weird pocket in the front.

Number:
77

Animal: Anything but birds.

Drink(non alcoholic):
V8

Sport:
Football, basketball, softball, drinking

Month:
September, for so many reasons.

Juice:
Grape juice. yum

Have You Ever. . . ........................

Given anyone a bath:
Her name was Goblin

Bungee Jumped?:
Not yet.

Made yourself throw-up?:
never.

Gone skinny dipping?
not lately

Eaten a dog?:
Just hot dogs and corn dogs, har har.

Loved someone so much it made you cry?:
Yes . I’m a softie

Broken a bone?
Just fingers, on multiple occasions.

Played truth or dare?:
Yes. cheesey.

Been on a plane?:
Yup. I hate how it makes my ears pop

Been in a hotub?:
yup

Swam in the ocean?
I will on April 4th

Fallen asleep in school?:
‘twas an affliction

Ran away?:
nope.

Broken someone's heart?
Worst feeling ever. I’d rather be dumped.

Cried when someone died?:
Of course.

Cried in school?:
Not since 7th grade.

Fell off your chair?
No incidents come to mind, but this is a sure yes.

Saved AIM conversations?:
I don’t chat online.

Saved e-mails?:
Hundreds, literally. Automatic journal of sorts

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What is...

Your good luck charm?:
none to speak of.

New fav. song?:
“Something isn't Something”, from Ariel Pink’s Haunted Graffitti.

Last thing you ate?:
that burger... was crazy.

What kind of shampoo/conditioner do you use?:
Neutrogena, I think

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Ever Had...

Chicken pox:
I had one on my tummy. I guess I was luckier than Mr. Trip

Sore Throat:
many. no fun

Stitches:
No. Should have though, with the ugly ass scar to prove it.

Broken nose:
Surprisingly no, clearly beating the odds.

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Do You...

Believe in love at first sight?
True love is not possible at first sight. Lust, however….

Believe in long distant relationships?
Oh goodness. short answer; yes.

Like school?
3% of the time, maybe

Who was the last person that called you?
Jen

Who was the last person you slow danced with?
I dunno. Karen?

Who makes you smile the most?
What a neat question. Overall, its my cat. I don’t know what person makes me smile most. hopefully me, but i doubt that.

Who knows you the best?
Tricia, Ryan, Colleen, Justin, Jen, Kelli, Karen, shit I dunno…

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Do you like filling these out:
No. the devil is currently twisting my arm.

Do you like yourself:
yup

Do you get along with your family?
yup

Are You...

Obsessive Compulsive?:
No.

Suicidal?:
no

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Final Questions:

Hated someone in your family:
Do former step fathers count?

Gotten any awards?
Sure, but not lately.

Where do you want to get married?
I like trip’s answer; the moon. Otherwise, in the woods.

Good driver?
I’m an excellent driver. Lots of practice

Good Singer?
I plead the 5th

Have a lava lamp?
Not at the moment

How many remote controls are in your house?
3. VCR, PS2, TV.

Scary or Funny Movies?:
both.

Chocolate or Vanilla?:
depends.

Skiing or Boarding?
I want to do both.

Summer or winter?
summer.

Diamond or pearl?
depends on the application

Coke or Pepsi?
coke

Phone or in person?
In person whenever possible, which seems to be rarely these days

are you oldest, middle or youngest?
olders.

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Today did you...

1. Talk to someone you liked:
Yes.

2. Buy something:
i'd like to buy a vowel

3. Get sick?:
nope

8. Talked to an ex?:
Nope.

9. Miss someone?:
absolutely.

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Ever been.......

16. Ever been in a fight with your pet?
Yes.

18. Been to Mexico?
Technically, yes.

19. Been to Canada?
nope.

20. Been to China?
Not yet.
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Random. . .

21. Do you have a crush on someone right now?:
no crushes

22. What book are you reading now?
Hell, I don’t even remember

23. Best feeling in the world?
True love

25. Do you sleep with a stuffed animal?
nope

27. Favorite sports to watch?
Go bears. My bears knowledge surprises many

29. Piercing/Tattoos?
zero

30. What are you most scared of?.
Sabotaging valid relationships. Well, you asked.

31. Who do you really hate?
Nope. Don’t have time for that.

32. Do you have a job?
yup

33. Have you ever liked someone you didn't have a chance with?
Yup.

34. Are you lonely right now?
Not at all.

38. Song that's stuck in your head right now?
“don’t you want me baby! Don’t you want me, ohhh oh oh oh.” Yup.

39. Have you ever played strip poker?
Not poker.

40. Have you ever gotten beat up?
I got gang tackled in 7th grade. And attacked in 2005 by some dude on pat's stairs. neither were too serious.

42. Have you ever been on radio/TV?:
yes.

43. Have you ever been in a "mosh-pit"?
Yes. Weezer feb. ‘95@ the metro.

baby its cold outside

must see:

http://www.freakonomics.com/blog/

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rapelay

http://mixotheque.com/blog/wordpress/?cat=3

http://www.lumpen.com/conversation/viewthread.php?tid=3921

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i've noticed that the more fun i'm having, the less i'm blogging. So when I am blogging, perhaps its less dynamic than a standard happy Scott. But my ability to better articulate throw writing makes up the difference.

Eventually, things slow down and then the typing commences.

The last few days have been a blast from the past. The odds of talking to my senior prom date, my former band mate from Gary (The 24 hr Experimental Truckstop), and my ex(1999-2003) all in the same week. It felt good to know that those connections are still valid. Good to know that even after all this time, the ease of which we exchange ideas and thoughts remains fully intact and partially psychic. I can't justify trying to make that band work (again), its like re-marrying your ex wife I would imagine.

Interestingly enough, despite forming these new bridges to my past, the clarity with which I am viewing the present is at an all time high. Scarey even. There are things I have to do and feelings I have to communicate that will be very challenging for me.

And I'm listening to Bill Fox today. Its pleasingly cathartic.

Happy Birthday Pat.

Happy Birthday Aubrey.

I learned the word "torpid" today. "Sluggish in functioning". Wow, so the world needs some antitorpids for the lazy ones.

I'm going to clean my bathroom this instant. Lets see how far I can go with the cleaning product fumes before becoming comatose.

I might do another blog later tonight.

Cold days, indoors, quiet house, brain on "10".... look out

"as logic stands, you couldn't meet a man (who's from your future)
but as logic broke, he appeared and spoke (about your future)"

“we’re not gonna make it…..”

This might be a top five Flaming Lips song. Not that I'm a connoisseur of that band.

I feel like part of the reason I've blogged a bit less than I'd predicted is because I feel like I need an audience. What do you think motivates my anxious ass to get up on stage and squeak out my rudimentary rock songs? Well, clearly, there's some passion for the art of music at work there too, but, a fraction of that gumption is derived from the (potential) adoration and, if not that, then at least sense that I’m affecting the audience whether its of one or one hundred. And, for whatever reason, I think that, at any given time, 50% of my songs are good. Even though I would fully agree that only about a couple of my songs were good in, say, 1998. Yup, this becoming a pretty self-indulgent post. Or a slight digression, at best. So where was I? Oh yeah, a need for an audience. This is a fairly new realization for me. A year or two ago I would have said, nawwwww, I don't seek an audience. But its not for purely superficial approval, I can be sure about that at this time. I'm sure of this because its more about the satisfaction of constantly affecting people with my art. That's what's made my life relatively satisfying, at least generally speaking. But I'm cuckoo enough to have the original spark of creativity, working with a faucet of obtuse ideas due to racing thoughts . Its like a slightly unusual basket of traits creating one self, one personality, that we all get to gradually decipher (or not, maybe just watch TV) as we mature. Knowing ourselves, while being aware that we consistently evolve, becomes the foundation for experiencing, if not just for the mere sake of being vital and alive. Sorry if that sentance was a bit obese. See disclaimer above at the top of your screen.

Back to desiring an audience, for this blog and otherwise. I like to affect people. Affect them ideally for the better, but perhaps just jarring them a bit. My issue, if there is a real issue, might be that it’s kind of at the expense of my well being. Or perhaps that my being just isn't well, and I'm avoiding that reality though affecting others. Talk about a vicious cycle. And it’s even spilled into my professional life, the work I decided to do for a living. I probably should have been an astronomer or archeologist or botanist. And no wonder I'm single. I am trying to learn how to think a bit less these days, however, and simply experience more. More of what I like, the way I like it, for the (gasp!) joy of being alive.

David Bowie turned 60 today. From the radio came some bits of an NPR "Fresh Air" interview with Mr. Bowie done about a year ago, of which I was lucky enough to have heard most of on a random trip to work.

Now it’s "Are you a hypotist?" Flaming Lips song. How can a band go from A+ to D+ so fluidly? I do recall telling a friend that I thought the Hypnotist song was my favorite on that record. Opinions change, indeed. And now, ungh, the Yoshimi song, riding that finest of fine lines; making happy sounds out of minor scales with radically cathardic subject matter. It’s like emotional blood-letting, a contrived emotional rollercoaster. The Yoshimi story, I believe, is based on a real story, and its one that involves a Japanese girl and cancer. Or at least that's a story that I think I heard somewhere, and, well, shit, now might have to google that. Okay, NOT a priority.

I miss my bike. I feel psychologically disabled without a bike; i need a new rear inner tube, going on two months now. I'll get it just in time for a snowstorm. Maybe all bike parts are cheaper in snow storms. Should be a law.

Rear inner tube is clearly a future rock band name.

I wonder about my family a lot these days. A kind of bizarre curiosity, however. Particularly ones I'm out of touch with because of feeling too oppressed to be myself around. If my family could only have a glass of wine (everyone) and talk some shit. I've found that families that talk shit, occasionally have a spat (except those involving wills) and DON'T gossip about each other are pretty damn beautiful. Although some of this bonus rant is, in fact, based on experience, I'm not pointing a finger solely at one particular side of mine. If you're in my family and you're reading this, then you know what I'm starting to get at. And if you're not, ask me after a few beverages.

Insomnia

Why in the hell does my bloggy index indicate that my December posts are from 2005. Well, it does right now, and that's just not gonna cut it.

It's 5am. I can't sleep. Might have something to do with the routine over the last few days.

I found solace today in my PS2 game. Madden circa 2007. Otherwise, my little brain deal stayed on "10" today, would not settle down. I'm conflicted as to whether or not blogging actually exacerbates these things. I'm thinking not.

I did some work today. A few chores. Just enough to ensure that the days wasn't a complete bust. I feel bad about selling out on Thax today. He was gonna come by and burn some CD's. I needed to continue with the 100% quiet.

Tomorrow is going to be rad. A real Band rehearsal, and a light days work ahead of me.

I'm now going to go help the Bears win their Dolphins game this season. I will score a TD with Thomas Jones, and I will get a sack with Tommie Harris. I'm a football superstar.

twenty oh-who?

2007.


Went to the Greg and Jen's place. Bears game.


party ensued.


Drop Colleen off.

Then phone conversations.

I liked the phone conversations.

My friends from far away meant alot to me this evening.

Closed the evening by processing the multiple facets of our american lives with Jen.

I have some really really fantastic friends that I feel deserve more from me. I need to express these feelings more clearly and in person. I'm excited to do that for 2007. And beyond.

Yet today more than ever, I'm desperate for a good reason to move out of this region. Just for the sake of the inspiration that comes from change. The creativity and alertness that it provokes maybe.

The bubbly has now over come me. Or was it those twenty beers and other miscellaneous celebratory activities.

g'night