"I took your note about it looking like a somewhat aggressive robot, went back to the original reference photo you emailed, and added a nose. That offsets the razor-sharp teeth, right? And viola! Harry from One Direction! So. I hope your daughter enjoys her bat mitzvah. We accept Visa, Masterc— sir? Sir? THIS WAS A CUSTOM JOB, SIR."
Life. She’s a cruel mistress and she’s unforgiving, but she’s relentless. I take my inspiration from her.
My journey up to this point has been unpredictable and filled with mistakes, but never with regrets. I never expected to be where I am today. I’m happy where I am, but what makes me even happier is that I know this isn’t the destination; where I am today is only that pitstop on a vast, open highway where you stop late at night to fill up on gas and grab a chipwich.
Life is relentless. She introduces me bluegrass and whiskey, but also separates me from my best friends. She thrusts me into the working world—inspires me to embrace the city I live in and entrusts me to value the new people I meet more than the coins in my pocket.
I can’t wait until I finish that chipwich and drive on that open road again. I wonder what my next exit will be, although I’m certain it will be a new city filled with familiar faces. And that hope is what I cling to, because I know that time in my life will be god damn fucking badass.
Sleepwalk out of a window
And into my heart.
HEY EVERYONE! I know we haven’t used this blog in a million trillion years, which is a real shame because I still love it so, but - I started this tumblr where I review films in haiku! Follow it for fun times!
I don’t want to write a long, heartfelt paragraph for it to be overlooked and ignored. I know it’s hard to pay attention to words sometimes on tumblr, so I’m going to make this as short and sweet as possible.
PLEASE check out my kickstarter for the senior thesis film I’m working on. If you like any of the following things, then you’ll love this film:
- Cool independent filmmakers.
- Doing what you love even if you aren’t earning enough $$$ doing it.
- Feeling good.
- Piggy back rides.
- A good story.
Spread the word and donate!!!
HERE’S THE LINK: http://www.kickstarter.com/projects/451924651/off-to-the-races
|—||Jon Stewart to Charles Barkley. I fucking love Jon Stewart.|
I LOVE songs that you re-discover. This song was my jam in high school. My friends and I would listen to it every time we went to water polo practice. I feel like I haven’t heard it in years, but I still love it just as much.
American Girls by Homie (sung by Rivers Cuomo)
I don’t care if you rang in the new year at a party or alone, sober or drunk, all that matters is the reflection in your mind for the previous year, and the ambition you should feel for the future.
New Year’s Eve is a time to humbly remember you’ve made it another year, and time is only moving forward, so make it count.
It’s also a time to watch the Twilight Zone. And to shamelessly kiss anyone in sight. And to wear funny hats. And, most importantly, to giggle. 2012 always seemed like the year that was so out of reach, yet here it is.
2012 will be a supernova.
I love City Sports. I really do. But working there really enhances the absurdity that is relationships in life. This past summer I saw 17 of my coworkers leave to go elsewhere. St. Louis, Miami, Austin, California, D.C. I grow so close to some of them, and then they leave and that’s it. Really makes you think about the relationships you hold now, and if they will last. At least I have such fond memories with so many of my now almost-forgotten-but-still-adored friends.
Also, working retail sucks.
The little write-ups need to be changed around quite a bit.
I love Scoot McNairy and his fugly dumb hat and his pedophile mustache and his Marcel the Shell-esque handwriting.
Also, his face.