Taboo.Today I ate ice cream from the tub. It tasted just a little bit better.
Generally speaking, if society tells me not to do something I pretty much want to turn around and do it. I mean there's things like say...not killing ppl, but that goes without saying. Don't steal, no problems here mate. But most of what society says is pretty much arbitrary. Some dude 100 million years ago decided unilaterally that...I'm suppose to park 3.5 metres from the corner. Fluck that! That's like freakin 10 feet! Well, Tyra is only like 7 ft long so I'm freakin parking on the corner. I'm pretty sure Jessica is about 8-9 ft long so I probably won't get the kick ass parking at practice anymore. Even the dang signs are like 3 ft from the corner. I'm sorry if I no longer drive a horse and carriage. Essentially what society decrees, most of which is arbitrary and antiquated so I have no problems...hitting on younger girls or...driving 160 kph on the freeway (as long as I can get away with it). Honestly if I were to like...put my jacket in a puddle for a girl to step on I'd get stared at, and probably ruin my jacket. At some point you gotta realize "Man, that's just dumb. I'm not doing that." Like kissing on the first date. If I'm not getting some kind of action almost immediately, do you think I'm gonna call again? Basically I freakin don't care what society deems is acceptable, except the stuff that'll land me in jail. Basically at the end of the day I only have to answer to one person, myself. If I can live with it, then so be it.
But there are certain things...
When I was still in school I worked as a security job at a high school. Mostly I made sure nobody got mugged walking to and from their cars for night school and that kids weren't loitering around the school after regular school times. But every once in a while I worked a school dance or sock hop. Mostly that entailed dealing with fights and flirting with bait. But I remember this one time a motion detector went off at the far end of the school and I found myself running thru the school. My gawd was that fun! All my life I was told not to do this and not to do that, and me being the straight arrow pretty much flew true. I rarely coloured outside the lines. But running thru a school broke so many rules and if felt so great. Something as simple as that. Like eating ice cream straight out the tub.
I always say that before I die I want to (sky dive, go to Mardi Gras, hunt something big, surf a giant ass wave, bash a car with a bat, see the pyramids with my own eyes etc etc)...usually something big. But before I die I also want to:
-yell in church.
-run with sisors.
-swim right after I eat.
-play with food.
-run a few miles on a track going clockwise.
-leave toys on the stairs.
-drink out of the carton.
-write in a text book.
-take a peek at the next dude's willy at the urinals.
-cross the street without looking (safely like at a cross walk with the walk flashing).
-not say hello and bye before and after a phone convo.
-not feeling bad not putting the seat down at a girls house.
-eat desert first and dinner last. (Thou I'm not really a big desert person)
-declare that the glass is half empty.
-ride a bike, roller blade or skate in a mall or in a school.
-colour in random directions and outside of the lines.
Edit: Add
-stand in an uncrowded elevator the opposite direction.
-(any more?)
Too many to list. These are easy things. Yet they would feel so good. I wonder if I could do all of them in one day. Nah, I think I'll spread them out and savour them.
Rhoel
-PS, I had started a blog entry about camping that is as of yet still unfinished. ( I wasn't feeling it) So when I do publish don't be fooled by the timeline.
For the time being, call me MarvinOnce again I'm feeling like Marvin. I hate when I'm a paranoid andROid, c'est la vie. I'm going camping tomorrow for a few days so maybe being out in the peaceful woods will cheer me up. Maybe if I stalk and kill something...and eat it even. hehe Nah, I could never eat something that once had a face. Except fish, but they haven't got any feelings. Thank God steaks are born at the supermarket in those convenient shapes with the foam and plastic wrap. I remember the day when my cousins kid at 4 years old figured out the chicken one eats is the same chicken that runs around. We were having a family party and he comes running into the kitchen "Hey, there's a pig in a box!" We're like, wtf this kid on eh? He hauls us outside to the deck...right to the lecheon... Back ground story: Isaiah once had a pet pig. It got sick when he fed it a stick of butter. He now lives at the S.P.C.Y. where he will one day pick up his baby pig. "See, in the box!" "But Isaiah, that's food." "No it's a pig, see it has a face!" So my brother breaks off a piece of skin, and eats it. Isaiah has a 4 year old epiphany and starts crying. Suddenly he becomes a vegetarian and even when his mom cuts up meat in to tiny little pieces he'd still pick them out.
Back to the lecture at hand. Lately I've been in pretty good spirits but it seem I easly become frustrated or I become Marvin (or I get frustrated then I become Marvin). For those of you who know, I never get frustrated. The normal run of things I have the patience of a mountain. Yet, my paranoid andROid phase seems to be fleeting. But the frequency is alarming. I think I need a vacation, or a beer...or a beer on vacation. (That is me on the vacation, not the beer) Actually I know what I really need, but we won't go there. There may be some ladies in the house. Know what I'm sayin??? hehe.
So anyways, camping this week and then KamPing on the 27/28 th.
Marvin
-A 4ish Alexa Rose Roberts "I'm a meatatarian."
On a side note, I've stopped reading the Resturant. I recently picked up "Porno", it's the continuation of Trainspotting. It's written as a novel instead of the collection of shorts that Trainspotting was. I'll finish Resturant after because it's too heavy to take camping and I think I'll blaze thru Porno. Picture the cover, it shows the face of a blow up doll under the title in giant letters. I keep having to explain to those who stare that it is not in fact a porno (which to be precise is a movie) but a novel.
BenvolioI pray thee, good Mercutio, let's retire:
The day is hot, the Capulets abroad,
And, if we meet, we shall not scape a brawl;
For now, these hot days, is the mad blood stirring
When I lived in Hawaii I started taking ice cold showers to counter act the extreme heat. Last summer in Toronto I reprised that habit. Lately I've been using it here. What's with the heat? Dang with a capital 'D' and a small text 'ang'.
You know when they say that when one is all horny and shite that they should take a cold shower to cool off? I think that's a big false lie. Everytime I try that I find that my pulse quickens and I get more exited then before the shower. I end up doing stuff...by myself...joking (not really).
I'd like to congratulate my somewhat cousin Ciena (pronounced Shena)(my cousins cousin) for an awesome cotillion. You guys kicked some serious booty. And the party itself was damn fun. You Hintay's really know how to throw down. After a month of thinking to myself (holy cow, these fuckers can't even count to 4) I was mildly shocked when everyone was in sync and on count. If we had more time the next lesson would be titled "Emote". But all in all, you guys took it to another level. I was actually watching the crowd a lot during the dance trying to gauge how much my choreography sucked but ended up really stoked. And having to shake 99 million hands with attached giant smiles I know we did good. And as much as I explained that I'm retired in this game, except for family favors, I got 2 offers to do cotillions (one from the dj). Some things never change. Damn I'm good.
Congrats to another KP theme party, but this time most ppl actually dressed to theme. It was on the whole subtle, next time I think it was decided that the next theme will be more obvious. I believe the table was favoring 'Gangsta Rapper' wear or Hawaiian beach theme. For the record, it's not my fault that I'm still wearing the same cloths as the early 90's. I'm fashionably retarded, so shoot me. (Is it mean to shoot a retarded person for being retarded?)At least I had the grungish plaid shirt tied around my waist and I had to dig out a pair of retired army parade boots. I love the fact that 99.3 The Fox was having an all 90's weekend. But considering that I doubt many of you listen to the Fox and don't know what I'm talking about I'll just mention that it helped me get into character. Man, I got all into the remenising about the 90's. That was my time. My time has passed.
To all my Likha bradah's and sistah's. Break a leg in Brazil. Charge'em!!! K,den.
Rhoel.
The IslandAs you may all know I hate spoilers so I won't spoil anything for you but only to say the The Island was an awesome movie. The story line was very familiar and reminicent of a 70's classic (that I won't mention because it'd give away too much of the story for those who know what movie I'm talking about.) along with a little of that movie and a little of this. Still, for a sci fi movie it was really well written aswell as it's requisit amazing action sequences. A must see and I wouldn't wait for dvd. Ewan Megreggor and Scarlett Johanson are two of my favorites. Rhoel.
