She liked to push me
Then talk me back down
'Til I believed I was the crazy one
And in a way, I guess I was.

It's easy to get distracted by the bigger things so much that you forget about how awesome some of the little stuff can be ( Read more... )

I have a lot of regrets. A lot of them ( Read more... )

Question of the day:

Are we hypnotized, or do we hypnotize ourselves?

Bonnaroo has come and gone, and I felt like I owed it to myself to go through and collect all my thoughts into one blog entry about it ( Read more... )

http://www.cockeyed.com/incredible/octopus/octopus1.html

holy shit that's awesome.

Last night I awoke from my second dream about being attacked by zombies in as many nights(this time they were sneaky zombies, crawling along the bottom of grain fields) in a sweat. It took me two hours to get back to sleep, and when I finally did I dreamed about being drafted to go to war with Iran.

I haven't been sleeping well lately.

I had a dream last night that zombies had taken over most of Florida, and Andy had convinced Bush to nuke Orlando. James and Mario were off doing something else, and my dad kept telling me going back to orlando would be stupid, because there's nothing there for me anymore. Either my brain makes complex but brilliant metaphors for my life while I'm ( Read more... )

I really wish I could figure out what standard it is people other than me hold themselves to, so I could choose to only hold myself to that standard.
I'm not a bad guy if I'd rather work with a hot 20 year old than a not hot 37 year old, right? Right?
I'm gonna drive myself insane by the time I'm 30.

If my dreams are true, than I'm actually a really good guy, based off the aforementioned criteria.
Real life suggests that matters not.
I've been in Orlando less than a week, and I'm already worried I've overstayed my welcome.