you all know how i like quotes...

I am always leaving and returning to something. One of those is literature. It is my constant, my love and passion. I have been bored with my english classes for the last couple of years, when i was in school anyway, but now that i am back at Butte, once again.,, relieved to be reading and rereading certain works and too once again be inspired by learning, discussion and exploration into the literary world
One of these books I am rereading so is Their Eyes Were Watching God. I cant help but quote it, I have to share the love:

They became lords of sound and lesser things. They passed nations through their mouths.

Seeing the woman as she was made them remember the envy they had stored up from other times. So theychewed up the back parts of their minds and swallowed with relish. They made burning statements with questions, and killing tools out of laughs. It was mass cruelty. A mood come alive. Words walking without masters; walking altogether like harmony in song (

There are some books I will read over and over, this is one of them. Also, you all know i am sucker for what some call fantastic realism, anything based off folklore, and post colonial literature. There is will be more, but for now I am tired and I don't think I would make any sense if I kept going. I just wanted to share some poetry with you all.
goodnight

Anew...or somewhat

So I haven't posted since December but here I am again after thinking about it a lot. Know one I know knows I am posting so in a since I am alone here and I enjoy it. There is actually no reason for me to post any more considering all of my good friends with the exception of one now live in Chico.
I guess i like the thought of no one reading it...but there it is.

The thought occurred to me yesterday while tabling at a hippy fest that, though slightly improbable, that anything I write is completely in vain because when shit hits the fan, especially weather wise, it won't mean anything because printing something that isn't an instructional booklet on how to survive will be superfluous.

hell yeah

im learning to play the drums. whoo hooo!

get to know me a little

Your Brain is 53% Female, 47% Male Your brain is a healthy mix of male and female
You are both sensitive and savvy
Rational and reasonable, you tend to keep level headed
But you also tend to wear your heart on your sleeve


You Will Die at Age 55 Not bad, considering your super wild lifestyle
Want to live longer? Try losing a few bad habits.

The Movie Of Your Life Is A Black Comedy In your life, things are so twisted that you just have to laugh.
You may end up insane, but you'll have fun on the way to the asylum.

Your best movie matches: Being John Malkovich, The Royal Tenenbaums, American Psycho


You Are a Punk Rocker! When it comes to rock, you don't follow any rules
You know that rocking out is all about taking down the man
You've got an incredible stage presence and rock persona
You scare moms, make bad girls (or boys) swoon, and live life on the edge!

You Are 34% Evil A bit of evil lurks in your heart, but you hide it well.
In some ways, you are the most dangerous kind of evil.

In a Past Life... You Were: A Ditzy Beekeeper.

Where You Lived: New Zealand.

How You Died: Killed in Battle.

Your Boobies' Names Are... Love Muffins

Your Inner European is Irish! Sprited and boisterous!
You drink everyone under the table.
Gee I fuckin wonder why?

You're 30% Irish You're probably less Irish than you think you are...
But you're still more Irish than most.
what the hell is up with these tests and the irish? it must be because everyone wants to be irish. what?

Who Should Paint You: M.C. Escher Open and raw, you would let your true self show for your portrait.
And even if your painting turned out a bit dark, it would be honest.
dude...

Okay so I went a little overboard on posting theser things but I get a little addicted to taking quizes. Want to take some? go to...
http://www.blogthings.com/whatartistshouldpaintyourportraitquiz/outcome.php

Had a pretty good weekend. Went swimming with Brent, Sabrina, Timmy and the Altar Boys. They were hilarious, all I did was laugh. They were super nice and were excit4ed we were going up to Portland, I guess we'll be staying with them. After moving we hung out at Johnny and keras and got a little tossed and told a bunch of ghost stories (haven't done that since i was little).
I helped Brent move and after moving anf hiking my legs are sooo sore. I feel a little old actually cause everytime I sit down i have to brace something so I can go slowly.
Yesterday I just hung out at home and moped around the house and hung out with brannon a little. Then I went to a bbq at brents house then over to seans to hang out with josh and sampson. A pretty good weekend I guess.
I cant wait to leave chico next week. Oregon is really beautiful. The first night we leave we're going to camp in the redwoods at a park I haven't been to since I was twelve or so. We're going to a Gruk show in portland and Corvalis and I totally feel like a silly groupie. But whatever its gonna be hecka fun. Then three weeks later is the Murder City Devils, hell yeah! which means a fifteen hour drive in one night, argh.
well thats what i got from now. guess I wasn't too serious with the whole not gonna update any more schpeel.

i may be done with this. no ones updating so its getting a little boring.
peace

an truth be spoken through the mouth
of a drunk?
do you believe them?
Or do you only draw something from what they say,
something you need
in order to make some connection continue?

honesty is difficult
more so than a lie???

its all quite absurd
and maybe solitude is best???