man, who am i kidding. i can’t stay away from the weblog. especially when there’s important homework to not do.

also: man, who am i kidding. i don’t have the time or energy to come up with 3 lists or talk about all those things i mentioned below. most of it isn’t that interesting anyway.

but: man, who am i kidding. camping is very interesting. was interesting. car camping at copalis beach/ocean shores can be fun, if you love people and their loud music, wood that won’t burn, and dead seals on the beach. no, but that all made it interesting.

you see, there were weird people camping, bringing rv’s, atv’s, loud children and music. but we ignored them well. we went to the beach, and there was a rotting carcass of a seal there. we dodged it, and eventually ended up digging a huge hole and putting a log in it. that sounds funny, and that’s precisely the point. we dug a hole, and put a log in it.

that’s right. a hole, and a log. you should try it sometime.

and we also found out that god hates us, because none of the wood we got would light on fire. now, before you go and blame that on any incompetence on our part, i’ll let you know that i’m not too bad at getting fires started, and (here’s the kicker) ben is an eagle scout. eagle scout. now, this wood not only did not catch on fire, it was also nearly indestructible.

by that i mean we couldn’t split it. perhaps if we had an axe, it would have split, but with the tools we had (hammer, and tent stakes), we couldn’t get them to split. um, i guess that seems kind of ridiculous, getting a piece of wood to split with a hammer and tent stakes, but um.

man, who am i kidding? that is ridiculous. but that, my friends, is what camping is about.

at least if you go camping with me.

the beach was beautiful, i was sore when i woke up, i got about 3 hours of sleep. i had a fantastic time.

oh yeah, one more thing: thanks to joe for pointing out that i had unconsciously referenced charlie’s angels!

quickly: this is the week before finals and things are a little on edge. things to do, people to see, places to be, and other things to ignore. you my readers, are sadly, “things to ignore” until i have more time (which won’t be long, things will be sporadic (as they already have begun to be) for the next week or so), i do, however promise to tell you about:

a) camping
b) finals
c) summer
d) at least 3 lists of some sort, because lists are fun

have a good day.

dear tim,

we’re sick and tired of you neglecting us. i don’t give a flying fuck if you like milkshakes, we’re gonna pull out the heavy guns if you continue to offend us with your awful eating habits and lack of concern for your body. i understand that you are quitting smoking (as if we haven’t heard enough about that already), and went running a couple of times, but that’s just not going to cut it.

alright fellas, get out the sticks!

watch your back, salazar.

sincerely,
your stomach and friends

dear stomach,

please, please, please refrain from waking me up at 630 in the morning. i know that sometimes i neglect your feelings, but there must be some way we can negotiate these things. you see, i like milkshakes. i know you have your problems with them, but sometimes we all have to have a milkshake.

now i’m not saying that your feelings don’t matter, and i know you were trying to tell me something this morning when you woke me up at the butt crack of dawn by jabbing at your walls with a sharp stick, but please. please, not before the sun rises.

and i promise to take better care of you.

love,
tim

ha! someone hit my page by searching for “murmur of love.” that’s kind of funny, who wants to see a murmur of love? i sure do, too bad you won’t find it here. murmur of love. say it out loud, it’s even funnier then.

i just had a couple beers with glenn at the college inn this evening, and realized that i don’t have what it takes for graduate school, nor do i have what it takes to be intellectual, i will forever be stuck in a pseudo-intellectual stage, because 1) i’m lazy 2) i’m lazy and 3) i’m lazy and sometimes disinterested.

i have, however, actually figured out what i’m going to write one of my papers on, which will be bach’s inventions 1-10, or somewhere thereabouts. there’s a lot of them, and glenn gould plays them really fast. if you get a recording of him playing them, you can hear him humming in the background off tune. good stuff, regardless. and for those not in the know (unlike jason, who is a classical, et al expert) this is not classical music, but baroque. beethoven, on the other hand, is considered classical.

beethoven’s 14th is worth examining, however, if you’re into that stuff. if you look at milan kundera’s book, the unbearable lightness of being, you will notice the framework of the two are the same. in beethoven’s 14th, there are 7 movements which climax in the 4, and the the descendo begins. the 4 movement is crucial and is referential to each other part of the piece; the first part of the 4th refers to the 1st movement, the second part to the 2nd movement, and so on. the book works the same way, and if you’re painstaking enough, you can even see the measures of the pieces are similar. it’s actually really interesting, and a good piece of trivial information to impress your peers.

assuming no one cheated, everyone voted only once, and that this i realized now that this is a stupid, stupid poll. i’ve registered for summer quarter, and ladies and gentlemen, i’ve gone with the overwhelming majority and have registered for intensive 2nd year japanese.

this decision, however, is motivated by the following factors:

• i went and saw my advisor today, and declared a double major in cinema studies and comparative literature. all i have to do is take 1st quarter of 3rd year japanese, and i’ll graduate well on time next year.
• it’s the most logical choice, and despite my not wanting to speak japanese anymore because it’s so damn hard, it will probably be the best choice in the long run.
• i don’t know why i’m trying to justify this. i found myself scrambling for another class to take during fall quarter of next year, and i wanted to take some other languages, just to feel like i will know more.
• this whole list thing is for the birds. i have a lot of trouble keeping focussed on one single point for the list.
• but it sure does look cool, doesn’t it?

well, this poll isn’t as cool as i thought it was going to be, but here it is anyway. i will provide my answers and what i’d like to take, here before and you can read it before you vote, or after. which, i don’t care, but just think – you could possibly be controlling my life in a rather significant way! hooray for the information superhighway! (please note, that i am in no way obligated to do what the popular vote is, nor are you obligated to vote in this stupid poll). and without further ado:

1. spanish: okay, first off, i don’t really want to take spanish, because i took 3 years in highschool. that doesn’t mean i’m good at speaking it, but i can get by. by that i mean, if i’m stuck in mexico with a mean case of the runs, i would be able to find the bathroom.

2. italian: italian, then, seems like a logical choice, as i know a good deal of spanish, italian would be a breeze, right? i would, however, feel weird, because everyone would think i’m taking italian because of my girlfriend (who is an italian major), and i would be ridiculed as a big dork for forever and a day (although i’m already kind of used to it).
3. japanese: i’ve taken a year of japanese, and if i take second year, i would have my requirement for a language done, and i wouldn’t have to take another year next year. in all likelihood, though, i would take 3rd year regardless, just so i know the language better. but then that leaves me in the dust regarding other languages. i like to be mediocre at a lot of different things, since i’m not all that adept at one single thing.
4. french: now this preference mostly stems from the fact that breathless is one of my all-time favorite movies.
5. russian: i put russian down for no particular reason, and i don’t think i’ll take it at all. instead, if you vote for russian, i will take it as “tim, don’t go to summer school at all, instead, waste away the summer like it was meant to be wasted away – driving around, drinking beer on the porch, playing guitar, and enjoying it. stupid school! sucks to your assmar!”

and that is that.

well, the survey is going to take longer than i think, because i’m having trouble finding the time to get one posted up and all that crap. i did, however have a dream the other day that was kind of creepy:

i was up in my room, which is an attic room. there is a separation between the two rooms, a door. on the other side of the door is another room that we use as a practice room. there’s a drum set and amps, etc. in there. in my dream, however, i walk through the doors, and into the other room, which is completely empty. it is also 3 times as large as usual. i don’t think this is strange at all, and i walk to the corner of the room where i find a little stereo and i decide i should put some music on.

as i put the music on, i specifically remember looking over my left shoulder, and behind me. i can’t see anything over there, but i hear a voice, which, strangely enough, is a particular voice, and it’s that of the dad in family ties (i don’t remember his name at all, ____ keaton, i imagine), and he urges me to leave the room. i don’t know if he’s ghastly or anything, but i am terrified and amused all at the same time. i run down the stairs screaming like a little girl.

i get downstairs, and i can’t stop laughing about how hysterical this was. i tell rick, and he doesn’t believe me, but i laugh it all off. i mean, for chrissakes, alex p. keaton’s dad?

and then i woke up.

you’re probably wondering what i’m still doing up. well, the paper that i have due tomorrow morning at 1130 is done, with hours to spare. much better than last time i was writing a paper for this dumb class. in any case, i thought it went okay at first, but it seriously degenerated as it got later into the night. i would have started earlier, but my dumb ass thought it’d be fun to leave it until today, and then my dumb ass volunteered to help jason haul a new arcade machine across town and into the house. by the time we were done, it was like 10 o’clock or something. and then…

i had to come to the stupid library because that’s the only place i knew i’d get anything done. well, only a few hours later and i’m done. finally. i do, however, have another paper to write, but since i like the class, i won’t mind so much.

well, i think that i shall put up a survey here soon (as soon as i figure out how). you remember those choose-your-own-adventure books? well, someday soon, this will be a choose-your-own-adventure blog, and you will have control over my life. (or at least a fraction (albeit a very small fraction) of it).

i’m going home and going to sleep. nightie night.

first off, a few corrections. i do find there is a difference between having quit smoking and quitting smoking. 2 weeks is not long enough to have already quit. the process is continual, and until i completely stop thinking about it, then it always will be. now that’s not to say i continually think about it. i do, but rarely.

secondly, i don’t think that the two are comparable. one is a drink, and the other is a smoke. people smoke all the time. people drink all the time. wine is good for you, i think. a glass a day, right?

on that note, i saw the emperor’s new groove the other night and agree with my comrades in saying that it was very, very strange. especially for the a disney movie. but funny, nonetheless.

q: so tim, what’s really been going on in your life? i think there’s something you’re not telling us.

a: what? i don’t know what you’re talking about. if you’re talking about me quitting smoking, then you’re right. i haven’t been telling you everything. i’m quitting. i haven’t quit, because i haven’t had a cigarette in two weeks plus two days. i’ve watched people smoke, been around smoking people, but haven’t had a cigarette. i have, however, drank beer. as if the two were the comparable.

q: you know, they kind of are. in any case, that’s not what i’m talking about. you know what i’m talking about.

a: really? tell me, then, seer of all seers. what do i know you’re talking about?

q: oh, come on now. for weeks you’ve been coming up with weak anecdotes and alkaline updates of your daily mechanics. brainless clockwork.

a: ouch. harsh. i guess you’re right though. i wouldn’t necessarily say they were alkaline. that’s kind of a snide remark, regardless if you’re talking about yourself or not.

q: alkaline means base. your updates have been basic and boring. besides, you’re just beating around the bush. stop changing the subject.

a: i don’t know, i wouldn’t say they’ve been boring either. people keep coming back, right?

q: yes, yes. you’re a rock star. whatever. anyways, what’s the reason for the lack of content about your romantic life? i mean, ever since the whole hat girl debacle. i suppose you’ve alluded to it here, here, and here. what are you trying to hide?

a: i’m not trying to hide anything, but do you really need to know everything about my life?

q: well, if you think about it, you’re really just talking to me, who is in turn you, and you know everything about your life anyway, so that question makes absolutely no sense. in fact, i don’t even know why i’m bothering even asking you any questions if you’re going to answer them with questions of your own. so you have a girlfriend now, right?

a: right.

q: and it’s good, right?

a: perfect.

q: that wasn’t so hard to say, was it?

a: easy as pie.

q: but you are a little worried that she thinks you take this weblog a little too seriously, and you also know she reads this, right?

a: yeah.

q: and that’s why you haven’t really been updating religiously about your love life, right?

a: we should play pin the tail on the donkey.

q: she’s going to read this, isn’t she?

a: i went out to coffee tonight, trying to get some reading done that i was supposed to get done earlier in the weekend, but didn’t, because i spent the day lounging around in bed. i read about a half a page, gave up, and came home.

q: don’t try to return to regular programming. who’d you spend the day lounging around in bed with?

a: you’re evil.

q: i’m a masochist.

a: right.

q: i better get to sleep.

a: yep.

so i’m a few minutes late.

i haven’t had time to update, and i missed the show at the graceland tonight, for just reasons. the weekend went by much too quickly, and all the things that i planned on getting done almost got done. almost.

friday night, circus of the stars had their very first show (albeit unbilled) at the factory in bellingham, and got paid a total of $75 bucks. i think that’s almost the most money i’ve ever made at a show. rick and i played 4 songs, and i played 3 songs with matt as well. the show went well, and i brought up an entourage of 11 people up with me, so it was nice. i saw people i hadn’t seen in ages, and the show went off without a hitch. i made funny moves with my feet and played way too fast.

on saturday we had another show and we had a bunch of awesome bands play here at my house. goldstar, the gift machine, and a sandcastle still played, and i ended the long long night myself. it was a lot of fun, although i wish more people had showed up. i played jinx removing, and i didn’t have time to tune down half a step, so i sang it really high and it sounded funny, i think.

sigh. this update wouldn’t pass for real content in a million years. nothing but banal mundaneness. my apologies.

if i look up, and the sky’s not there is there any reason that i should be scared?:

well, i’m skipping class right now, in order to get this update done, read another book (one down, two to go!), get things ready for the show tonight, and find a stupid antenna for my cell phone. (the antenna broke a while ago, but just lay in the slot for a while. it fell out one day, and i couldn’t find it, so it has been sitting uselessly on the kitchen table since then.)

i’m pretty excited about the show tonight and the show tomorrow night. they should be good. i had a sheet of lyrics to a song i’m going to cover on the kitchen table the other day (jinx removing, you know – jawbreaker), and i left it there. in the morning, i woke up and saw another piece of paper covering the lyrics, and it said, “here’s some lyrics for you!” and it was the lyrics to that stupid american hi-fi song about nintendo or something (“he’s too stoned! nintendo!”). maybe i’m just being a snob. but i thought it was pretty funny.

ricki lake just had a show called “i want to confront my man’s other booty calls!”

alright, i gotta go get some stuff done. i promise there to be some actual content here later this weekend. promise.