Saturday, September 10, 2011

Day 22

This morning was a refresher. Someone hit F5 on my life. The little amount of sleep I had was enough to cover me with the curtain; the last magic trick of some sick magician, featuring me as a parlor trick in his game of life.

Read another chapter of that devotion. I could devote an entire blog to how this book is mimicking my thoughts and actions, but I'll spare myself and others that trip.

Went into work and cleaned house. Both around the job site and with my body. I started with a basic, eating only healthy foods + working out + in-taking serious protein (over 100g that day to be exact). I stopped at Meijer and loaded up on many organic juices before going into work.

After work, I stayed true to a newer, healthier lifestyle, minus hooka. Yes, I met up with Melissa, Kelsey, and her boyfriend Cody, and we hung out at the EGR Hooka Lounge, filling our lungs with the white sheep of tobacco families. Good Saturday, still feeling healthy and alive while typing this!

- My juices I drank today -

Friday, September 9, 2011

Day 21

Woke up in a much better bed, one of those beds thats not a floor.

Worked for a brief three hours, before escaping into the weekend. Stopped off at the bank to install some resources in my favor, and then met Melissa at Costco for lunch. I enjoy Costco lunch, it's affordable, it's good, and I love the smell of the place. We stayed for probably a solid thirty minutes and just talked, it was nice.

Went back to my house where Mike was waiting there, talking with my parents. We hung out with him, talked, watched some youtube videos, and then shed time off the clock before going to Noah's house for a party.

Had some drinks, ordered some pizza, watched Noah's yard get set on fire.....again....

It was a good night... I'd be faking if I didn't remind myself, in the goal and mission of the blog, to say that tonight was the night I woke up, and I took off my mask. Going against the style of my blog, instead of a picture to represent the day, I've attached opening lyrics from a song, and it's video. In retrospect to youtube today. It's by the band IAMX. here's my prelude to my present. It feels felicitous for my Friday. Music Video is very artistically done.

"I saw bright
Open common sense
I do evil things
And evil things return
And I'm praying now
I'm praying for me

You can't hide
I remove from you
Every tiny strength
In everything you do
And I'll kick you down
I'll break you with a tender touch

And then the tears cried
In the tear garden
Will be for life"

Thursday, September 8, 2011

Day 20

Following the previous blog, today was like waking up ten minutes behind everything. If life was a movie, or a timecode on a film strip, and it is always moving, since there are no pauses or playbacks in the set of life, I was behind ten minutes. My life had already started moving without me. This happened because my alarm was set for the wrong day, but luckily I woke up when an intense amount of sunlight began leaking into the living room. Oh yes, the living room, where I slept. Chad's living room. On the floor, with one blanket and a fan. It felt like I slept on rocks that night. Waking up was no joy.

Sprinting out the door with mouthwash in my mouth, hands buttoning my shirt, and my hair looking like.... well me, I made it into the car, and was in my classroom seat just two minutes before class started.
Whew.

Today was an extra exciting day though because one of my best friends came back to Grand Rapids today. Mike Wensel has been out of the state since the beginning of May, working on a paid internship at a resort in Lake Tahoe. I was happy to see him go out there, but even more happy to have him back. Mike and I have been good friends since my senior year of high school. Knowing his face and the basic factoids about him in high school, senior year is when we really bonded. We've shared jobs, dorm rooms (unofficially), and friends and girlfriends (no, not in the way you're thinking of). I feel like California was great for him; as humans, we grow as people much better when we are isolated from our normal biospheres. I feel he's grown a lot, and I'm eager to see what trouble I can get into and he can get me out of. I picked him up from the airport today and it was great to dive right back into the continuum of our lives. I met up with him and Chad, Gideon, Erica, and Dana at Rockwells, where we ordered very delicious but way to much sangria, and all hung out again. Good feeling to know I have a partner in crime...again.

Ended the night at work, which is work. Nothing more, nothing less.

Stopped at Melissa's after work, another one of my best friends....

 Dang, just missing Patwick out of the circle.

- Gideon & Mike @ Rockwells -

Wednesday, September 7, 2011

Day 19

This morning started with a work day. I tend to like morning shifts, they free up my day, plus I can awaken earlier, eat a healthy breakfast, and catch up on the morning milieu.

After work I went home and spent some brief time there before heading off to school. Debate class was spent discussing W. Bush in a more casual attire at ground zero supporting troops, and whether it displayed a professional or correct image. From an argument and communication standpoint, it would be incorrect for me to blast some students in my class, and call them close minded liberals. I will say, that there is a handful of students in my class that need to learn the difference between pot-shots and political agendas. God bless America (sarcasm).

My Spanish class is really blooming into another garden of literacy and vocabulary. I aced my first quiz so that's a plus (an A+ actually). After class I headed off to my aunt's house to hang out with her, drink some Teavana tea, which I still think is the best tea in the world and have yet to experience a more prominent tea. Melissa joined, and we spent time watching Toddlers & Tiaras, a shallow show that exploits innocent girls being dolled up to look like fake beauties with boobs while overzealous parents spend time and money on making sure this happens. These girls grow up feeling the need and dependency for make up, nice clothes, and attention, and if they don't get it, they feel let down, worthless. This is how a slut is created. Forgive the harshness, but if I grew up with the constant shows, pageants, nice clothes, and access to funding, I would view myself, and other girls differently. I would pursue the beautiful girls on the outside, while the inside remained vile. Its funny, after I watched this show on girls wanting to be pretty and accepted, I watched the South Park episode "Stupid Spoiled Whore Playset", which utterly demolishes any respect Paris Hilton had left standing for her, and the other "spoiled whore" role models little girls are supposed to look up to.

On the topic of beauty, leaving GVSU last night, I saw what was probably the most gorgeous spectacle of a sunset I've ever seen. We're talking complete awe, in all angles, cascading over every inch above my head. The sun had transmuted into a grapefruit colored explosion of smoke that invaded the very air I was breathing. This is what beauty should be. Not some little girl or a female model who have a perfectly curved convex jaw and smooth skin. Not posing for Calvin Klein or Victoria's Secret. It's a beauty that is inside. It's untouched. Thank God for the sky, because if the world turned ugly, if everything on this planet became void and venomous, the sky, the clouds, and the sun would remain with beauty.

- The Sky Last night, GVSU campus. *this picture does not do justice for the real experience, of having this abyss on all directions*.-

Tuesday, September 6, 2011

Day 18

The 1st part of today was a dark one. It's something I won't go into detail about, but my day did not see the lighter side of day until the afternoon.

I met up with Chad and we did a full scale gym day. Worked out to the extreme. Did weights, swimming pool, and the rock climbing wall. It felt great, to just sweat, vent, get out all the untapped emotion that lies around the muscles in your body. I'm a tad upset I don't feel sore right now, but maybe that will come in a little bit.

After a great workout, we went out to Bar Louie for $1.00 burger night with Kaitlin, Melissa and April. I work with April and Kaitlin, both very sweet and nice girls, with a positive attitude. April I respect a lot, and she's a Florida native. Kaitlin has a mind that will take on anything, she's learning Japanese, travels all over the planet, yes, I work with extraordinary people. After burger night we went our ways, and Chad and I went over to Melissa's for a brief time to talk with her parents, just hang out.

I need to work on actually taking pictures at the right time. I thought about capturing an image of the rockwall, but that failed. I wanted to get a picture of all of us at Bar Louie, but that failed. I managed to get a picture for today of a stray cat that approached my car last night. It was an image I could relate to. I feel like that cat lately. I have a home, so in the general sense I'm not pertaining directly to this, but I feel so stray. Like a cat. Disconnected from the world, wandering. I'm a wanderer. I feel like a drifter lately. I have that home I can go back to, and I'll always have a home, but when I'm on my own, I feel unplugged. And just like that cat, tapping back into society or the world is easy, that's how cats do it. They rub up on your leg or meow. Simple attention and you're noticed; how similar I am to this. If I feel I'm going to be noticed, or if I want to jump back into... "life", I can put on a face,  act like I want attention, whatever, and I'll get it. A connection back into something. But connections are only temporary. Ask AT&T, or look at power lines. They end. At a party it's "Hey, I like this too... let's talk and I'll fit in tonight and then after tonight I'll never talk to you again, in fact, I'll wake up tomorrow and despise you as a person... I'm just faking this to "tap in"." I feel like the cat, just looking for something, I don't know what though. Maybe some smoked salmon.....

Mmmmmmhhmmmmmmm.....

Thanks Cat.

- The Stray Cat -

Monday, September 5, 2011

Day 17

Labor day. An event that has been celebrated since 1882. It's the end of the summer, the bell that rings for a new school year, the aid to relieve postal workers from a day at the mill. For me, it's a day off, and I'm a man who enjoys his days off.

Woke up to a great breakfast, courtesy of my grandmothers... we're talking donuts, juice, and sushi. Yes, I eat sushi for breakfast, the health benefits are a quantum. I drove to the Verizon store because my phone decided to shut down this weekend and not send text messages. After thinking everyone hated me, it was just a elementary matter of repairing a phone. Looks like I'm getting a 4G phone at the end of this month, so I scoff at you phone.

Finished watching Se7en, which is a great movie, but the ending was way over-hyped by my film nut friends. I mean it's a good ending, but that's not a twist at all. It was just, an ending. I went over to Melissa's later where we took a walk in the woods. I've always admired the woods. Our concrete cakes keep rising all around, and the woods become a more rare gem tucked away in the veers of nature. The forests house many creatures, birds, and insects, it's their home.

Ended the night by seeing a movie, and then going back to my house to see the animal circus. I say that because there were so many animals in my house, much to my mother's avail.

Our home is not a forest.

- The Woods -

Sunday, September 4, 2011

Day 16

On the 7th day, God rested.

I followed suite.

Rest. Relax. Leisure.

After leaving the last summer service at Calvary Church, me and my mom, sister and grandma got Sunday lunch at Arnie's which is some of the best lunch in Grand Rapids. I had a something something warm bacon salad and a cuban panini, and it was so filling. In the world of unfair ratios of cost to quantity of food, this made it fair. This made it a steal.

Went home and relaxed. Stayed in my house for hours, yes hours. Read news, played games, caught up with my friend Corbin on the phone,  just remained dormant. This stayed idle until I left for an hour at 10:00 to meet my friend Chad at Steak n Shake for a late night talk/meal. I can't convey how much I loved the weather last night. I pulled out my jacket for the first time in a long time. Reunited and it feels so good.

Ended the night and started watching the thriller Se7en. I'm half way through it. I can tell it's good. Excited to finish this.

Now I sleep. Open the window, cold breeze invades my space. Breathe. Doze. Repoze. Siesta.

ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.........................................

- Me sleeping -