i'll write something quick

since i have a beautifully working space bar now and it's 6:12 and i don't really have anything else to do. worked today. 8:10-2:40, 6 and a half hours of bread toasting, vegetable cutting, sandwich making assisting, and wiping down cutting sheaths.. it's not a bad time, but not altogether my favorite activity. i guess it's all about that paycheck at this point. i'd prefer gaining experience in some other field, but oh well. actually, i could be a cook. maybe a baker. i'd bake some delicious cakes and breads and shit, that'd be sweet. of course if they sold. oooh (yeah, selling ganj laced delicacies in CA or amsterdam, sure, it'd be fun) but actually i just now thought that i'd really like to cook up some sick ass candy or chocolate or something.. like, fuck hershey, they're corporate cockfest these days, i'ma start a small scale chocolate/candy shop and put the squeeze on them. haha that'd be tight wild (das racist).

work. is done, but tomorrow it starts again. is this what it's like to be an adult?? imagine doing it for 20-30 years, damn. i didn't really do anything with my unemployment time, didn't go anywhere, didn't do shit, 'cuz i couldn't, because everything costs money even moving costs money. pete got accepted to cal-tech and turned down mit, what a badass position to be in. i wonder if shane will go to mit if accepted.. hope he comes out this summer, that'd be coooool.

um. mike lafrance was home last night (well he's home for this next week or so) and we went to the bluebird for wings, what a good time. it's strange how we can kind of just revert back to 4 years ago or so and act like everything (basically) is the same. it's kind of neat. but what weight does one's friends have on one's choices/decisions (or should it) if X if anything i don't know if what? it's not that i don't like the people i hang out with now, it's just meeting new people is a far more exciting experiment in social ability. man i love talking to some people; some people i avoid; some i'd prefer to have never been born. sometimes i prefer to have been born longer ago, when we didn't know what we (the human race) know now.. would life have been more worthwhile? like hunting for one's meal, foraging, scavenging.. well how about not even that long ago, like 12th century, 15th century, what were they thinking about back then? how was X understood back then? religion was different i'm sure (RELIGION too broad, try monotheism; polytheism.. globalization didn't exist, for the better) but so was social norms, scientific knowledge base was much smaller, lesss far less chemical/synthetic human creations.. let's create a being that we are able to genetically evolve at a incredibly rapid pace. or just mess w/ its genetics a bunch, try and make a super beast. lion/bear/elephant combination or something. that's ridiculous. one day.

to be honest a nuclear holocaust wouldn't be that bad of a thing, globally speaking.

ok, quick thought experiment. we'll start small: particle level - i know very little, except that there's all these tiny bits of mass that operate independently but come together to create a larger thing (a molecule? maybe) with large amounts of space in between. next: molecular level - again small bits that somehow chemically combine and work together to create larger compounds, which then make solids/liquids/gases etc. finally we've got the small microscopic level, where things like mites and plankton and phytoplankton and ants live - are they completely oblivious to everything except their own propagation? i'd think so. and then there's us - humans are insanely complex machines that operate within the realm of the earth, yet our minds have been able to comprehend so much more.. ..tupac time. i might finish this later. it's probably a waste of time. two things below i'd like to spend time typing about. see youme later.

intellectual dexterity.
locution wizard.

there'ssooomuch

there really is. and so much that i won't get recorded. how is it that i can fluctuate so often on things, topics, choices, yes's and no's. every other day it's a different conclusion. conflusion i almost typed, but it sort of equals out to be confusion with conclusion.. a confused conclusion. like any decision made on treeee.

i need to type secretly as i'm still living w/ my parents. sort of. like maybe if i ever move out the house i can be like: 'yo ma, i like drinking beer from time to time'; 'pops, i smoked weed off and on for...5 years? i don't remember, that's a symptom..'

haha. oh sheez technically this is accessible via a few clicks from my family's blog. which no one ever checks. 9MYFUCKING SPACEBAR SUCKS!)

pointless.
countless.
shirtless. ha shirtless run w/ pat tshudy today, for like an hour, i swear we would be lucky to have even gotten a mile.

then job house, i'm penciled in for 6 months or so now, that should be nice..

tomorrow at 8 i start.

10 important things i need to list since lastwriting,anything,anywhere:
joshua and i drove to indiana for easter.
we helped my mom do a bunch of chores (joshua more than me), but one was touring an organic farm, and separately i nmmnvm (space bar fix ftw) rototilled a bigger section of my mom's garden..it was excellent.
hung out hella meals and deals of eucher and pinochle w/ my grandparents and uncles/aunts/cousin..
drove home tersely until the one hitter was hit (not me) and then we talked about something.
das racist is on and i downloaded their new album and its tights
twitter is nothing more than a private notebook for writing down thoughts that everyone sees.
kind of like this. did i say 10 things? i meant 4 and a half.

i'll try and do some real writing (i might be able to afford the following things in a few weeks: mustang fixes, paint/supplies, ACOUSTIC GUITAR holy smash that'd be nice, and a motorcycle..) i really want that last one.

oh and my grandma and aunt kept calling it as-para-grass . i didn't want to correct them. asparagus is the proper spelling (thanks right click spell check feature)

adieu

sweet

so i've decided or concluded or whatever you want to call it actually it was probably inevitable that this would happen because there's no point in having accounts w/two blogging websites, but since i did get one here and one w/ tumblr, well, i've decided to use this as a more private writing session storage site and use the tumblr account for more public writing. i don't know that it really matters except that i was kind of trying to figure out how to go about using both websites. we'll see what happens..

on a lighter note, this has been a good day.

good because yesterday was a bad day, and the day before that was a good day.

i don't remember farther back but i do think the day before that was a bad day, and so i've decided to start each day (and begin looking forward as such) thinking that every other day will be good, and every other day (the other days) will be bad. that way, like today, i was able to have a really decent day, for no other reason than that i decided it would be. this decision was of course spawned due to the bad day yesterday (and the good day before that) so this is a new technique i am trying. i think it's possible that each bad day will get better (in that it will be less bad, relatively) and each good day will get that much better than the last.

i don't know if this will work, but it's a good day, so i am going to say it will. it'll work perfectly. everything will work out well enough in the end. everything is working out perfectly now. how could it be otherwise?

slept late, worked 4 hours, went to a job interview at the hershey lodge, filled out applications at soprano's and the cafe campbelltown, and ate delicious subs from a&m. and a dos equis (thanks ray), and soon leaving for IN..diana..

adieu.