Premonition.

My journal is far away, so I'm going to write this here because I feel like saying something to no one.

Everything is on the brink, and right now everyone is winding their intimate metaphysical clocks in anticipation of the next deafening phenomenon. They're waiting for a climax, but this is it. For me.
They don't know that my favorite part is when premonition is at the brim, and I plummet forward towards it and take a colossal swig.
This is it. For me.

Andand

A wise mom once said, "You invite Johnny to come over just to throw up on my couch."

I went to a party yesterday. It was a bit queer.
I loathe parties.
There was this guy in a fake tux. There was this other guy wearing all black, but he had his shirt tucked in to his chest-high pants and he was wearing large gloves. Like the kind you use to empty out fryers at fast food restaurants. I hate taking what people are wearing out of context, though. Like, maybe there are real legitimate reasons for all that.
I loathe parties.
There was a stripper pole and about 4 posters. They all had a woman or some sort of alcohol reference. None of which were the least bit obscure. I wonder if they really thought that having a poster of "Top 10 things not to do at a party!" would accentuate the left most part of the room. Maybe that side needed some sort of balance, to make the stripper pole not look too busy.
I loathe parties.
I think I met everyone at the party, but I couldn't tell you anyone's name.
Everyone there was the nicest person ever.
The apex of my night was watching the last 15 minutes of The Little Mermaid.

I'm going to stop drinking.

I miss you.

Super Dynamic Cover Time.

Well, I completely forgot that I have to go to STC today to meet up with a group from one of my classes. Stinks because I've been staying up pretty late at Sam's. :x
We did our first cover in weeks and I think it's pretty great.
You can watch it here.

Besides that, I've been playing Street Fighter 4. I just started last night, and damn, I know I'm going to waste lots of time on it. It's about time, too. I was just about losing interest in games.
If anyone cares, I main that El Fuerte character. Dude is outright sully.

February eve.

So I took some pretty average pictures today.
You can see them over at my Flickr.

I'm listening to talk radio, but it's for a Government 2 assignment. Would I listen to talk radio in my own free time? Probably not. Really? That's like asking if I would eat a single grain of rice. Sure, if someone commanded me to I would, but why in the hell would I pencil that into my day?
Sorry, I'm being upsetting.
Someone told me about a sale at target. You buy a 12" digiorno pizza at Target for 4 bucks and you get a free 2 liter soda. I absolutely loathe soda, but I wubb pizza. I'm going to probably pick up a few tomorrow. I noticed that I think I'm losing weight. I think I am. I don't think I should, so I'm going to combat that with pizza.
I also loathe spiders.

catscatscats

As none of you may know, I was in the market for a DSLR camera recently. Well, I was about to purchase one from Amazon, but I checked craigslist first. I found a Nikon D60 for $375, but I got the guy to lower it to $350. I was pretty excited, so I waited till today to go meet up with him. Turns out that he sold it to someone else for $400 (The retail is around 500-600, or something like that). Anyway, he said that he had a Nikon D40, and he said he'd sell it for $275, but I got him to lower it to $265. Not much, but still, the retail is around $450~. I just picked it up, and it's great! I can't wait to take pictures with it.
So far I've only taken some of my kittens.
You can find them over at my Flickr.

The Candle Maker.

As a starter entry, here's a short story I wrote once. I didn't really finish it, but you should still try to enjoy it.

She sat there, erecting the wax that would prove futile to someone’s bright future. In the delicate mist of lamp shade, a handful of centimeters away from the unformed mass, were 2 other candles. But these were way beyond their prime in comparison. Both sat adjacent to each other, at about half-mass. Both had been lit previously, and then extinguished forthwith, through unfortunate affairs. The wax had melted and the candles seemed to of formed what looked to be faces. It looked as though both faces were staring into each other atop their turquoise coasters. Can you have candles on coasters? Is that what they’re for? No matter, no one ever inspects your house looking to see if you’re using your furnishings for their intended purpose; and if there is, I would most certainly like to apply. But never mind that, the stare was not a romantic stare—but one of disposition. Sort of like both candles were professional candle boxers, striking fear into each others eyes. Neither needed the money for winning the match, but pride was their most affluent aspect, outside of their apple crisp scents. The reason as to why the candles had been lit up was because of an asinine tradition concocted by the candle maker herself. Every time she was left by a man, she would light a candle. She would extinguish one light, and then kindle another. Never would she turn off the candle. No, she would leave it be until an event became so unfortunate, it would cause it to die. Whether it was the almighty gust of wind someone shot while walking past it, or the untimely touch of a surge of water. She was as brittle as the feeble fire.

Hush up.

Let's try and make this blog something grand, alright?