| I don't care if you like him more, as long as you check 5 times that the oven is off before we leave |
[Feb. 15th, 2005|11:20 am] |
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| | The Status Quo - When my mind is not live | ] |
Yeah, so okay. So alright. Yeah, I'll explain why I am a nut case. I don't know if you understand. This will be the most detailed account of why I am crazy with OCD and the part of me you never really experience since none of you can come to my house.
( Back story )
( My OCD )
But let me say this-this account is not me whining, or anything. I am not complaining or anything, because really I don't even mind at this point. I am so used to it, and it's just how it goes. And nothing externally will really help. I mean even if everyone in the world praised me like a god, I would probably still find something that would make me think I touched the broom in this house. I think the only thing that would make the difference is living in a normal house where I am just at enough ease that there isn't some physical object I can manifest my problems in. |
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| I don't care if you like him more, as long as when you're with me you take your top off |
[Feb. 7th, 2005|12:30 pm] |
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| | The Byrds - My back pages | ] |
Last week I felt invincible, like some youthful Rock and Roll god, but today I realized how far I am from that. I am only 18 and my ability to be young and care free is already rapidly depleting. I fear I already am an old, caring (but obsessive), thoughtful, reflective kook. I was good at being young like a year and a half ago. And while I am already a 40 year old in a 12 year old's-18 year old body I have had my retreats to youth since my aging.
When I was at NYU and smoking a healthy amount of pot (3 blunts a day) I hadn't a care in the world. You could have nailed my hand to the desk and spit in my face, I wouldn't have even noticed. Alright, I am exaggerating, I had some cares, but they were all about saving the world and my soul being lost in eternity. None of them were personal. I didn't care a single bit about you, or you, or you. Alright, I am exaggerating, I never smoked that much pot. Infact I have never smoked pot-ever, or done any drugs. Alright, I am exaggerating, I have done a few. Actually I will now admit this (and no one from davis has heard this yet), but I smoked opium once in new york. Infact, I smoked opium once a week in new york for 2 and 1/2 months.
Okay I am lying, That entire paragraph was a big lie! What do I know, I'm just a kid. My only concerns, and I mean ONLY, are:
Does Luke turn to the dark side after episode VI?
how do you beat Vega!?
Who will ollie the 12-set first? Justin or Me?
The rest, like the girl I got pregnant last week, our show coming up this weekend, that girl I'm going to get pregnant next week- I could care less about. I have it all under control and I haven't lifted a finger in regards to them. |
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| 3/16th more powerful |
[Jan. 30th, 2005|01:16 pm] |
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| | Beatles - No Reply | ] |
I was driving home from my brother's house yesterday and this song came on the radio (No Reply) and it just makes John Lennon seem like such a desperate loser. Mcartney has his own version of the same song pretty much (You Won't see me). And then lennon has another song inwhich he sounds like a total nut, Run for your life. In the first two, they just sound like pathetic, desperate love sick losers. and in the later, he just sounds crazy, threatening to kill the girl if she breaks up with him (but he atleast he doesn't sound like some loser begging but is in control). I just think this is so weird because it's like, they are the beatles, and at the time of them having written these songs they were at the height of beatle mania, so where were they getting this stuff? From their teenage years? Just making it up and were so removed from society they didn't know what it was really like? It's just, they sound like such retards yelling at this girl "why don't you like me? I sat infront of your house, and saw you were home, but then your family said you weren't! I know your lying! I know! Don't lie to me! I watched you through your window! WHY DON'T YOU WANT ME!" like that will make her care. Don't they know anything? She doesn't like you, why don't you just get over it, it's not hard. And somehow yelling at her is going to make her like you again; seems illogical to me. I guess since I wouldn't ever get myself in a position like this I can't relate, so it's easier for me to critize these songs. But still, they sound pretty pathetic? Does anyone else know what I talking about? I am sure there is atleast one person out there who agrees with me about how feeble these songs are, and how stupid they sound in them? Right? One person? Probably more. I guess even the best do the worst sometimes.
Read This Part:
But on a more interesting note. Everyone should go to this Whysp, Adobe Girls, Al larson, Kevin Cocaran-Quaret, Narwhal show. Don't tell anyone else, but I heard from a member of Narwhal the drummer is going to do this sweet drum solo where he has a bag of drumsticks between his legs and just going crazy and at the same time is throwing drum sticks into the audience like a shower, but also drumming at the same time and THEN he is going to just backflip rightout of his drum throne-while sitting down! like, somehow the muscles in his back are 3/16th more powerful then a normal human's and he can jump from a sitting down position-not even using his legs, and is going to backflip right out of his throne into the SKY! Then, well that is the starting. This guy in a 10 ft Yan Yan costume is going to come out from off stage and start playing this rad guitar solo but you think that's the finale! Nooo, then the drummer lands back down from his mile high flight and lands ON the Yan Yan suit guy's shoulders! Then you think, "wow, that was amazing" and think it's the finale but then a 30 ft! Yan Yan bust comes out of the ground, behind the band, and his stomach is hallowed out and there are strippers inside! Holy shit! And that's not even the end-but I don't want to spoil the best part. But remember, I was told this in confidence by a member of the band so don't tell anyone. |
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| Probably |
[Jan. 29th, 2005|10:41 am] |
Most people break down their heritage into percentages out of 100%. Today I discovered all Ketchums that have come after my Grandpa are more then a 100% of ethnicity; allow me to explain. If you could prove you were part native american in the 1920's, they just said you were 100% native american. My grandpa was only 25% native american, but they said he was 100% for legal purposes. So then, that makes my dad 50%, and I am 25% native american (although I should be only 6.25%). But then when you add up all the percetanges- 50%italian+25%irish+25%native american+18.75% of the assorted other stuff I got from my Dad's parents (Polish, German, Dutch, Mexican)=118.75% human! Does that mean I am some kind of super-human? Probably.
But what this means is my Grandpa is 175% and my dad is 150%. My grandpa used to always tell me he would wrestle bears and swim up ragging rivers, and I thought he was joking. But now I know he is the equivalent of 1 and 3/4 men in one person I realize he was serious. And that's why he can eat so much and stay so slender. He always said he had a hollow leg, but it's just he is eating for 1 and 3/4 people. I can eat a large amount too and stay skinny as I am, but not as much as my Grandpa. I am eating for 1 and 3/16th of a person. |
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| Country Joe and the Fish are the real Grateful Dead |
[Jan. 22nd, 2005|05:09 pm] |
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| | Rupert's People - Dream In My Mind | ] |
All standards are removed from this point. I don't know why you had to do that, you know it would bother me. But you said you wouldn't mind! Well I thought it would be obvious, regardless of what I said. Well since I have no more standards I don't care. I accidently ate some beef yesterday. My dad gave me some jumbalaya with it. I was pissed. That is the only standard I am going to hold:not eating beef. Aside from that nothing else is an issue. If I come to your house and put my fist in your tv screen, don't get mad because I'm just being the new blazedog. Oh yeah, that's my name now-blazedog. This guy in new york-he was a friend of my roommate. This one time we were in the living room and this guy comes in with my roommate. I was really confused. But he says "this guy" and points to me "i want you guys to hear this-and I bet this guy right here will know what it is". He puts it in and I stumble out the words "ha-grey album! it's the grey album (Let me add-I don't even like the gray album. Or I didn't, now that I have no standards it's fine). What's your name?" "See, if I had put money on this dude, i would get some money." "Hey man, what's your name? hhaha-I'm james." My roommate pouts "I knew it was the grey album too." "yeah well i said this kid would get it fist". "man what's your name!?" "call me blaze." So I am stealing his name. But "dog" has cleverly been added to the end, so I'm like snoopdog, but blazedog. And now you won't confuse me with that guy. Maybe that still hasn't affirmed how I have burst from my cacoon as the new wreckless one. but once I kiss your mom and break your little brother's nose for beating me in video games-then you'll know. When I break all your fine-china on my head and then eat some glass and pass out on your floor from all the blood in my stomach and you have to rush me to the hospital and I recover just fine-then you'll know. And when I then start eating handfuls of raw ground beef in the circus, and get mad cow disease and go crazy since the prions are eating the proteins in my own brain and I am just a feverish blob on a bed with ground beef crusted on my chin and around my lips, and vomiting because my body is shutting down, and the vessles in my face pop and I bleed all over the sheets, but then I roll off of the matress and still manage to crawl into your kitchen pull the chair out from under your father as he goes to sit down and he falls back and cracks his head open-then you'll know-and you'll be sorry for doubting how wreckless I can be. |
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| The Life Aquatic |
[Nov. 11th, 2004|04:26 pm] |
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Last night I saw the new wes anderson film and then he came in and answered questions for us. I got to sit next to one of his personal guests who was like some hip-dude with blonde hair and torn jeans, riding a retro-skateboard. The movie was rad by the way. |
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| Short Story one Entitled "The Unclean Spirits of Cloisters Apocolypse"-part 1 |
[Nov. 8th, 2004|07:24 pm] |
I sat down at the bar, and that gave her her que to follow. She stepped up and sat right next to me. She had lips that killed and a pair of stilletto heels to match. I decided it was my responsibility to initiate the conversation.
"so whats a dame like you doing in this part of town so late?"
She turned and smiled, like a snap shot of vigor, youth and beauty in an instance.
"I can handle myself. I served in the Vietnam war" she said.
I immediatly realized she was not entirely what I first percieved; A women she was, but young and beautiful-no. Infact, her statement was true, she had served in vietnam, and that placed her well into her fifties. and it showed strongly-even through the dim and smokey lighting. I didn't want to insult her by making it seem I didn't want to talk to her now that it didn't seem like she was young, and I knew how old she was. So I continued.
"So, as a former member of the armed services, what do you think of America's involvement in Israel" I asked.
"I wasn't aware of America's involvement in Israel" she said.
I was confused like a frog in a storks mouth; how could a women of her age be so oblivious to a current event of such proportions. I figured it would be best to cut the chit-chat; compliment her now as to allow us to slip up to my room as soon as possible.
"You know," I said admiringly, "your eyes host this mystical power to change color as you speek."
"Expectedly" she said, "It's because the sound waves of my voice are altering the light waves reflecting off my iris'. Since the sound waves of my voice are irregular, and constantly changing, the interference is irregular too."
...But she was Lying. Not because what she was saying was untrue but because she was not a women with eyes at all, but a pair of kaliedescopes deceptively slipped over the ridges of my eye sockets earlier in the day. It seems as though someone was manipulating them about, turning them, causing my vision to be a swirling vacuum of colors and shapes.
"What is the meaning of this!?" I exclaimed, as I jumped out of my trousers, striking my arms about to find the culprit. |
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| So it's about this guy who knows he's a human, but he wants to be a dog... |
[Oct. 25th, 2004|07:18 pm] |
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So what he does is he starts shaving his body every day, and stuff until he is growing thick enough hair all over and then he just stops shaving and lets his hair just grow out. Wait I am confused. Why does he want to be a dog? That doesn't matter. Anyways, so then after he starts growing out his hair, and looking like a dog he stops wearing clothes, and convinces his best friend to start taking him on walks on a leash, and people are confused. They can't tell what is this thing on a leash. It certainly doesn't look like a dog but it doesn't look like a person either. Because this guy is hairy all over. Hairiest man ever. This is stupid, I really, I just don't understand why he wants to be a dog. And I can't like anything I don't understand. Alright,well he wants to be a dog because he is an idiot alright! I don't know why else he would want to be a dog, he just does. But why do I care if he becomes a dog or not? It's just stupid. No, it's interesting. It's about being something you aren't, and being in roles you weren't meant to fulfill. He's right you know. Huh? He's right you know. It's a stupid idea.What, where did you come from?The same place he did. Alright, well who asked you what you thought anyways. I still think it's a good idea.Okay, suit yourself, I am just giving you another outside idea.I think all of you got your head up your ass.What!? And who-are-you!? I am just another outside opinion. I personally think you are both wrong. I think the idea of a guy who wants to be something he isn't is perfectly fine. But who cares if he wants to be a dog. That is the schmuckiest idea I have ever laid my ears on. Show me a movie where a guy wants to be a Cat, and I'll for sure pay 10.50 to see that movie. That's something you don't see every day. Cat, Dog, who cares; I just used Dog because it seems like something people go for more likely. No, he's right. I kind of like the idea now. You know, with him wanting to be a cat. Fine, it's about a guy who wants to be a cat. Actually, can you make him a puffin bird? |
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| Of Montreal was Pretty rad last night |
[Sep. 23rd, 2004|09:28 pm] |
After missing them three times, once every year since I first noticed them playing near any place I was, I finally saw them.
I showed this scary guy (my roommates friend) The Hungry Hippo. He didn't laugh during the entire thing, and after it ended I thought he was going to kill me. But instead he just stares into space, shakes his head and goes "that was nuts...crazy man, crazy. It was funny." and claps. |
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| (no subject) |
[Sep. 21st, 2004|01:50 pm] |
bellacose: because she is the prettiest girl in sacramento.
James Le Taxi: yeah.
James Le Taxi: but haha
James Le Taxi: that is sacramento
James Le Taxi: that's like saying
bellacose: hahaha.
James Le Taxi: she is the cleanest pig in
James Le Taxi: iowa
bellacose: hahaha oh my gosh! |
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| Say Goodnight, Kevin. "Goodnight, Kevin" |
[Sep. 16th, 2004|04:11 pm] |
"Hey, who is this I am approaching on the sidewalk. He looks familiar; in a way like Julian Casablancas, but not really. Oh, here I go staring right at him as I pass by him with in 2 feet. Who is that. There he goes, right past me. OH! That was Kiernan Culkin. Damn. I knew it was someone famous."
That was the day before yesterday just across the street from my dorm. |
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[Sep. 15th, 2004|01:07 pm] |
"Hey, are you famous?" she says from behind. Turn around, and it's this kind of petite blond girl, chewing some gum and smiling, "because you look famous"
"yeah" nodding solemnly, and crossing arms.
"oh really? I figured as much," interrupted by her own giggling, "so like" chew chew, "what do you do" smile.
"well I guess you can say I am a pseudo celeberity, self made."
"WOW! that's really cool." smile. "so, like" giggling, "what does that mean" giggling and smiles.
"Oh, well it means I tell people I am famous when in truth I am not, and because of my falsehoods about my own fame I evoke confusion and discussion, I become well known for it, and then a celeberity. If you follow."
"wow..." staring into space for just a moment. chew, chew. Looks up, "so like, what movies have you been in?" smiles. |
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| James Ketchum on Travel: |
[Sep. 14th, 2004|11:06 am] |
I made a new friend yesterday in the laundry room.
Also while taking the elevator from the laundry room to my room there was a beautiful girl (the side of her nose pierced, whatever it is called) in there. I realize I often find girls with that piercing attractive, though I personally find the piercing to be very unflattering and wish they didn't have it.
I thought ( this ) was pretty interesting. Maybe some of you others will too.
I have had a bunch of weird coincidences occur since I have been in the city. I went to the flea market with a friend, and she looked at this one bag, then the following day the two of us were walking to lunch after class and we saw a girl on the street wearing the bag we saw at the flea market. And it wasn't some mass produced bag, so it was the girl who ended up buying the bag at the flea market after we looked at it. There was another incident involving a Vox Jaguar, but I won't get into it.
I was reading old live journal posts and I found( This ) Entry. It was a while ago, but while I was reading it I seemed to have remembered the faces of the girls. Was it maybe Kasey (casey?), and Erika? There is a possibility it was. Sarah, Claire could you ask if it was them, that is, if they remember?
The Summer Trees
Will lose their leaves
and fall will follow after
but have some fun
watch wet hot american summer
and fill your days with laughter |
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| The Master's Apprentice |
[Sep. 1st, 2004|12:40 pm] |
| [ | music |
| | The Beatles - Two of Us | ] |
Today I became real homesick. I guess I have been kind of homesick the whole time, but it really made me feel bad today. Last summer here, I never once felt homesick, but here it is, the 5th day away. I guess as I am here longer it will get better.
I think I am realizing college is a waste of time. You have these kids who come to college, and suddenly think they are artists and intellectuals just because they are at college. Really, it's not. A majority of them are just pampered rich kids, establishing themselves in a position to become richer. My life could be totally fulfiling, successful and enjoyable if I just lived with my parents, playing video games and dungeons and dragons. Maybe some drums too or something. I think it's time we all drop out of school, educate ourselves and enjoy life.
Return to the womb. |
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| Whoops |
[Aug. 25th, 2004|11:34 am] |
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I waited to long to buy the train tickets that were on sale for way cheap. I bought a plane ticket instead now, which was about 80 dollars cheaper then what the train ticket would now be. |
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[Aug. 24th, 2004|06:28 pm] |
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| | The Beatles - Love Me Do | ] |
I leave tomorrow morning from Emeryville at the train station. Then on the 27th I arrive in Chicago where I transfer for the train to New York. What a very long trip this will be. My brother left for Berkeley on the 22nd. It's sad to think that I won't ever live with him again, since he is 25, finishing college and such. I hope people come visit me out in New York, I often do get home sick. I got a cell phone for convience in the city. My number is 400-4962, so feel free to call me while I am on the train though I do not think I will get service east of Nevada and West of Wisconsin. I will be back in December. |
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