Unconventionalitismnessity.

Go Roddick!

With your 143-mph serves and your bathroom breaks that cause you to forget what side of the court is yours.

Anyone but Federer!!!

Now Playing:

Since my matinee today was The Real Blonde, I think I’m going to shift genre to the more serious. So we have:

• Eastern Promises (Cronenberg does violence. with Viggo Mortenson. See History of Violence.)
• Frenzy (Hitchcock officially goes insane)
• Boxing Helena (Done by David Lynch’s daughter. Need I say more?)
• Johnny Suede (Okay I said different genre, but it’s DiCillo with Brad Pitt and Nick fucking Cave)
• Rachel Getting Married (Yes, I am a woman)

Suggestions?

This is too serious to have a witty title.

So all my friends have ditched me for either Rothbury or bars tonight. I was going to take my brother out for a much-needed forgetting session, but I now have nowhere to go and nothing to do. I know five people in this town, and none of them are available tonight when I need to be out most.

Holidays are always the worst times for me for some reason. Thanksgiving last year was beyond terrible, as were New Years’ and my birthday. Something about the fact that these days are set aside for happiness, etc. just gives me higher expectations of what the day should be like. These expectations never pan out as I would like them to, and so the downward spiral begins anew.

I wish this holiday was going to be an exception to the standards of my depressive behavior, but the odds appear to be heavily stacked against me. When this had happened previously during my bout with whatever the hell I’m bouting with, I always had someone that I could call and talk to. Thanks to my own poor judgment and behavior, this person no longer exists in my life. I lost a best friend recently, and I’m only coming to terms with it now, as I lie on my mattress/floor and wait patiently for some sort of relief that is never coming.

I wish I could say I was sorry, or that I can be a better person, but the bottom line is that I can’t. There are a certain set of things that I must take responsibility for, and ultimately I just need to accept that I royally fucked up. The entire calling that my extensive road trip was supposed to address in the past month has been answered in a span of about five hours this afternoon. The realizations, the repercussions, everything has hit me at once with a horrifying finality. There is no going back, only moving on. I only wish I could be more dignified about it.

I guess this is why I’m leaving for the west coast again soon. To try and make sense of all the ways I have changed, and to try and salvage what is left of myself as best as possible. It also helps that I will both be with a very good friend and hopefully have the opportunity to continue to build a new relationship that I abruptly vanished from a week ago as well.

This is the one thing I don’t like about being an adult: you finally realize that you’re the one to blame. It sucks a shitton, and makes you feel like a terrible person. But in my case, I kind of am.

tl;dr—Cheer up, emo kid. It’s a brand new day. I guess.

There is a distinct lack of writers on Tumblr

gaseousbrain:

figuremeout:

numbersixspeaks:

tristn:

shutupinternet:

There’s such a distinct lack of text content on Tumblr that breaks even 100 words in a post, it’s pretty sad. I’m sure there are some fantastic writers out there, some fantastic thinkers too but where is their representation?

[snip]

The most popular Tumblelog classified under “writer” has three pictures of Miley Cyrus on its first page and a total of one hundred and forty three words. To anyone who writes significant amounts on Tumblr, like myself, frankly that is pretty insulting.

[snip]

Everyone calm down and follow Mills, one of my favorite writers period.

Its all a scene and playground of children, immature photographers, LOLZcats, memes, and stupid redundancy; Tumblr, you are officially inane humor.

Let’s TRY and have some intelligence occasionally; dont pretend that you have that intellect.

I’m going to go out on a limb here that will probably lose me a few followers.

Fuck off; use Tumblr the way you want to use it. (This applies to almost every other little piece of life as well)

If you want to see more writing, you can do more writing. Go ahead, I’ll follow/reblog/like you if I can appreciate what you’re saying. But you can’t push this absurd call to arms on everyone else. There’s a reason Tumblr is the most versatile and effective combination of blog and social networking system around: it’s not just text. If you want text, go to LiveJournal or Vox or fuck, even start your own blog. You’ll probably learn more things and make more connections that you will be satisfied with, since everyone on those sites is doing what you seem to want from a blog.

And I don’t claim to speak for anyone else, but I know that I use Tumblr for sharing what I feel is interesting. Often that isn’t writing, because I write all the fucking time, I don’t feel like sharing that writing in a forum such as this, and I spend too much time on everything else to talk at length and in a well-thought-out manner about things that are important to me on a blog. It’s nothing against the people or the medium, I just find that my writing is more effective in a word processor or on paper than when punched into some goddamn text box on some goddamn website. I sometimes put up samples of my work, but that’s just not the agenda I like to push on this site. I personally prefer to go through more sporadic pickings of the brain with a long rant (such as this) thrown in every once in a while.

I’m sorry if I’m being too angry about this, but one of my largest pet peeves is when someone pushes their pretentious and frankly insignificant agenda on other people (yeah, I have a lot of issues with authority, too). I also got a bit riled up about this because of the condescending matter in which this note was written, but that was probably intended, as this manner of writing seems to grab more attention.

But I digress. I’ll write a lot if I damn well want to, not because someone is telling me it’s what I should be doing to seem intelligent to the rest of the Internet.

tl;dr—I’ll write what I want, when I want, thank you very much. People really need to stop telling other people how to go about their lives.

PS-If you want a good text-heavy blog, I highly recommend TheSwain.net. That is, if you read this far without getting bored/angry at me.

So don’t alter my altar
And don’t desecrate my shrine
My church is the water
And my home is underneath the shady pines
Don’t underestimate the spine in a poor man’s back
When it’s against the wall and his future’s black

William Elliot Whitmore- “One Man’s Shame”

Fourth of July plans

• Weed my grandmother’s lawn all day
• Dinner/final non-strict-vegetarian meal
• Crashing one final party with Deja Gravy

Then tomorrow, I start my cleansing process. It’s gonna be nothing but apple, lemon, and pineapple juice for me. Oh yeah, and cinnamon. This goes on for a week, and I head out to San Francisco a healthier person, and strict vegetarian too!

And exactly one month later (midnight on August the 5th), I eat two steaks.

I am watching Godzilla with my brother.

This is officially the best 4th of July ever?

NAWTTTT.