Hey hey hey hey hey
5/30/2008 at 7:50 AM
HEY!
I haven't been here in a while...probably because I haven't written in a while!
But I'm doing a summer poem project.
A poem a day for 70 days, May 23-August 1st.
Yay!!
I will mainly keep track of it here: http://halezyes.blogspot.com
But I am putting them on Humble Voice too, because Humble Voice is a nice place with nice people who might have nice criticism of my nice crappy poetry.
Lemme know whatcha think if you get the chance.
I haven't been here in a while...probably because I haven't written in a while!
But I'm doing a summer poem project.
A poem a day for 70 days, May 23-August 1st.
Yay!!
I will mainly keep track of it here: http://halezyes.blogspot.com
But I am putting them on Humble Voice too, because Humble Voice is a nice place with nice people who might have nice criticism of my nice crappy poetry.
Lemme know whatcha think if you get the chance.
Ohhhhhhhhhh goodness.
2/28/2008 at 8:15 AM
Things I've thought about lately:
I may seem well-meaning, but at times I am nothing but a shameless attention whore.
PAY ATTENTION TO MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
Also this: I have begun to take myself seriously.
There is evidence...dirty, filthy evidence in this very blog.
SOMETHING MUST BE DONE.
I am nothing but a 19 year old silly-pants with nothing to do and a lot to prove. Life could be worse! Much MUCH worse.
Also this: My study and work habits are soooo unhealthy. They're not even unhealthy, they're on their DEATH BED, signing their will. For it is now almost 6:30 in the morning, and I plan to SKIP at test at 9:30 so that I can finish (begin??) writing a paper that's due at 11.
The 9:30 test is okay to skip...maybe...because one test score gets exempt. This will be that test score. Thus I will be motivated--HA! MOTIVATION!--to do very well on all my upcoming tests.
My excuse to myself: Well, I COULD be deathly ill. They don't know that I'm not!!
Muahahahahaha oh my. I'm going rather insane. =)
I may seem well-meaning, but at times I am nothing but a shameless attention whore.
PAY ATTENTION TO MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
Also this: I have begun to take myself seriously.
There is evidence...dirty, filthy evidence in this very blog.
SOMETHING MUST BE DONE.
I am nothing but a 19 year old silly-pants with nothing to do and a lot to prove. Life could be worse! Much MUCH worse.
Also this: My study and work habits are soooo unhealthy. They're not even unhealthy, they're on their DEATH BED, signing their will. For it is now almost 6:30 in the morning, and I plan to SKIP at test at 9:30 so that I can finish (begin??) writing a paper that's due at 11.
The 9:30 test is okay to skip...maybe...because one test score gets exempt. This will be that test score. Thus I will be motivated--HA! MOTIVATION!--to do very well on all my upcoming tests.
My excuse to myself: Well, I COULD be deathly ill. They don't know that I'm not!!
Muahahahahaha oh my. I'm going rather insane. =)
I am seething.
1/2/2008 at 3:00 AM
So I'm going to type a very calm blog about things I am not seething about.
It's snowing some places in Georgia! That's nice.
We won the Sugar Bowl! That is nice as well.
I felt bad about being smug when I saw how sad Hawaii's quarterback was, though.
I think he might have been about to cry. And then he put his towel over his face.
He does get to live in Hawaii though, and I'd say that's pretty good consolation.
I rang in 2008 with 1,000,000 gays, a few hags, and a midnight swig of champagne...probably the most fabulous countdown of my life.
Hopefully this is fabulous fabulous foreshadowing. =)
It's snowing some places in Georgia! That's nice.
We won the Sugar Bowl! That is nice as well.
I felt bad about being smug when I saw how sad Hawaii's quarterback was, though.
I think he might have been about to cry. And then he put his towel over his face.
He does get to live in Hawaii though, and I'd say that's pretty good consolation.
I rang in 2008 with 1,000,000 gays, a few hags, and a midnight swig of champagne...probably the most fabulous countdown of my life.
Hopefully this is fabulous fabulous foreshadowing. =)
this blog is...unwieldy
12/24/2007 at 7:19 AM
in case you didn't notice i am now cool.
i am too cool and apathetic and no really i'm really way too super cool to use capital letters.
what did you think i was some kind of nerd?
shit...that i capitalized itself.
and capitalized i's are not self-deprecating.
im feeling a little too cool to punctuate now
but broody enough to ellipse...
i am too cool and apathetic and no really i'm really way too super cool to use capital letters.
what did you think i was some kind of nerd?
shit...that i capitalized itself.
and capitalized i's are not self-deprecating.
im feeling a little too cool to punctuate now
but broody enough to ellipse...
The Shins
12/19/2007 at 5:24 PM
Are big fat copycats.
(But I still like them.)
But their song in the new Zune commercial sounds EXACTLY like an Animal Collective song.
I even thought, "why are they playing Animal Collective with a Shins album on the Zune screen?"
...damnit, I wish I had the kind of blog were people read it and they're like "OMG TOTALLY DUDE, I KNOW EXACTLY WHAT YOU'RE TALKING ABOUT."
(But I still like them.)
But their song in the new Zune commercial sounds EXACTLY like an Animal Collective song.
I even thought, "why are they playing Animal Collective with a Shins album on the Zune screen?"
...damnit, I wish I had the kind of blog were people read it and they're like "OMG TOTALLY DUDE, I KNOW EXACTLY WHAT YOU'RE TALKING ABOUT."
And maybe I'm reading too much into this
12/14/2007 at 5:28 AM
But Regina Spektor's new video for Better is so sad to me.
She sounds weak and un-Regina-like, like the awkward beat of the new VH1-ized mix is trampling her.
She looks tired and is being mobbed by fake Reginas.
Symbolic, muh-buh?
Hope not.
Regina! My love! Get over your ear infection, come back to Atlanta and convince me you're still the Soviet kitschy goddess of weirdness I useta know!
She sounds weak and un-Regina-like, like the awkward beat of the new VH1-ized mix is trampling her.
She looks tired and is being mobbed by fake Reginas.
Symbolic, muh-buh?
Hope not.
Regina! My love! Get over your ear infection, come back to Atlanta and convince me you're still the Soviet kitschy goddess of weirdness I useta know!
ANIMAL COLLECTIVE
12/14/2007 at 5:21 AM
Is the state of my soul right now.
I mean holy shit. These guys are good.
You ever find a song you've never heard at the exact moment in your life that it perfectly embodies?
All of Strawberry Jam is devastatingly gorgeous but Cuckoo Cuckoo...
How I lost my boy:
The king in I died.
He kept floating past my eyes and singing his songs...
Life was good, now death's all wrong,
'Cause you can't feel a thing.
No heart flutters in late spring.
You just drift and pray for sun-kissed golden days.
And I can't hold what's in my hand.
Don't do any good to say "this isn't what I planned."
And little kids sliding down on the steel park slide...
Little kids can't play with things that have died.
Sometimes all I want is one favorite song
And two to three minutes don't seem so long.
And where's my mom, I want to hold her tight.
She's so far away from crowded nights.
I'm going cuckoo.
We're all goin' cuckoo.
...I mean it's like goddamn, Stop trying 'cause you can't write yourself better.
I mean holy shit. These guys are good.
You ever find a song you've never heard at the exact moment in your life that it perfectly embodies?
All of Strawberry Jam is devastatingly gorgeous but Cuckoo Cuckoo...
How I lost my boy:
The king in I died.
He kept floating past my eyes and singing his songs...
Life was good, now death's all wrong,
'Cause you can't feel a thing.
No heart flutters in late spring.
You just drift and pray for sun-kissed golden days.
And I can't hold what's in my hand.
Don't do any good to say "this isn't what I planned."
And little kids sliding down on the steel park slide...
Little kids can't play with things that have died.
Sometimes all I want is one favorite song
And two to three minutes don't seem so long.
And where's my mom, I want to hold her tight.
She's so far away from crowded nights.
I'm going cuckoo.
We're all goin' cuckoo.
...I mean it's like goddamn, Stop trying 'cause you can't write yourself better.
I wrote this as a note on Facebook. I'm sticking it here too.
12/13/2007 at 3:30 AM
The other night at O-House I had a revelation. A really, really fucking stupid one. Because it's so simple and it's devastatingly depressing to me that this is ever even an issue...
Why does anyone EVER treat someone differently because of how they LOOK?
What kind of stupid monsters ARE we?
There was a girl who was unfortunate looking by most standards, and she was eating her dinner alone. And I KNOW those two things were related. There was no mistaking it; If I'm wrong, if I'm being judgmental myself for assuming, I'll eat my words in a heartbeat, but guys, really. I'm 99% sure.
Seeing her made me the saddest I've been in a long, long time.
And seeing her smile at people walking by even though she looked so lonely was the most beautiful thing I've seen in a long, long time.
She smiled at the skinny North Face-adorned blonde who talked to her for two seconds, probably from one of her classes, probably thinking she was doing her some kind of favor.
She smiled at me.
If I was her, I wouldn't smile at me.
I'm not trying make myself look good by saying this, to sound like some sort of wise or saintly or benevolent or admirable citizen. I'M such a weak person that I didn't go have dinner with her myself. I should have. I was with other people, and I didn't her to see me leave them and come over, like I was performing some act of charity. I wanted to make her know she is beautiful and that I wanted to get to know her. She would have seen right through me. Those are excuses. I should have eaten with her anyway.
She smiled at me anyway. For that, I know that I am ugly and she is beautiful.
People claim to be Christians or Muslims or Jews or Buddhists or Taoists or what the fuck ever. (Mostly Christians that night in O-House, I'm sure.) Or like me, they just want to be able to claim to be decent humans. They claim to believe in loving everyone, or they claim that they want to spread God's love or do what Jesus would do, they say they're not racist or sexist or misogynist or prejudiced or judgmental.
Where were those people for that girl? Or anyone who is lonely because of things they CAN'T CONTROL and that DON'T MATTER?
Those people were so wrapped up in meaningless drivel, they couldn't see what was right in front of them.
Practice what you preach, y'all. That's all I'm saying. I'm not trying to pick on anyone in particular so don't think I'm talking about you, I'm talking about EVERYONE.
I'm not religious, but I do think religion has the power to create a lot of good in the world. I know people that exemplify that every day, but even they slip up.
If you're a Christian, ACT like one. All the time.
If you're a PERSON, act like you're not an animal. (You still are because we are all animals, but pretend harder.)
If you don't think you're selfish, ACT like you're not. (You still are because everyone is, but act harder.)
If you take pride in your intelligence, if you possess a brain that understands that no one can control what they look like, ACT like it.
Take a second to notice something other than yourself.
I'll do it too.
Deal?
-----------------
"What's the day?" "What are you doing?"
"How's your mood?" "How's that song?"
Man it passes right by me,
It's behind me, now it's gone.
And I can't lift you up 'cause my mind is tired.
It's family beaches that I desire:
A sacred night where we'll watch the fireworks.
The frightened babies poo, ( =P )
They've got two flashing eyes and they're colored "why."
They make me feel that I'm only all I see sometimes.
-Animal Collective
Why does anyone EVER treat someone differently because of how they LOOK?
What kind of stupid monsters ARE we?
There was a girl who was unfortunate looking by most standards, and she was eating her dinner alone. And I KNOW those two things were related. There was no mistaking it; If I'm wrong, if I'm being judgmental myself for assuming, I'll eat my words in a heartbeat, but guys, really. I'm 99% sure.
Seeing her made me the saddest I've been in a long, long time.
And seeing her smile at people walking by even though she looked so lonely was the most beautiful thing I've seen in a long, long time.
She smiled at the skinny North Face-adorned blonde who talked to her for two seconds, probably from one of her classes, probably thinking she was doing her some kind of favor.
She smiled at me.
If I was her, I wouldn't smile at me.
I'm not trying make myself look good by saying this, to sound like some sort of wise or saintly or benevolent or admirable citizen. I'M such a weak person that I didn't go have dinner with her myself. I should have. I was with other people, and I didn't her to see me leave them and come over, like I was performing some act of charity. I wanted to make her know she is beautiful and that I wanted to get to know her. She would have seen right through me. Those are excuses. I should have eaten with her anyway.
She smiled at me anyway. For that, I know that I am ugly and she is beautiful.
People claim to be Christians or Muslims or Jews or Buddhists or Taoists or what the fuck ever. (Mostly Christians that night in O-House, I'm sure.) Or like me, they just want to be able to claim to be decent humans. They claim to believe in loving everyone, or they claim that they want to spread God's love or do what Jesus would do, they say they're not racist or sexist or misogynist or prejudiced or judgmental.
Where were those people for that girl? Or anyone who is lonely because of things they CAN'T CONTROL and that DON'T MATTER?
Those people were so wrapped up in meaningless drivel, they couldn't see what was right in front of them.
Practice what you preach, y'all. That's all I'm saying. I'm not trying to pick on anyone in particular so don't think I'm talking about you, I'm talking about EVERYONE.
I'm not religious, but I do think religion has the power to create a lot of good in the world. I know people that exemplify that every day, but even they slip up.
If you're a Christian, ACT like one. All the time.
If you're a PERSON, act like you're not an animal. (You still are because we are all animals, but pretend harder.)
If you don't think you're selfish, ACT like you're not. (You still are because everyone is, but act harder.)
If you take pride in your intelligence, if you possess a brain that understands that no one can control what they look like, ACT like it.
Take a second to notice something other than yourself.
I'll do it too.
Deal?
-----------------
"What's the day?" "What are you doing?"
"How's your mood?" "How's that song?"
Man it passes right by me,
It's behind me, now it's gone.
And I can't lift you up 'cause my mind is tired.
It's family beaches that I desire:
A sacred night where we'll watch the fireworks.
The frightened babies poo, ( =P )
They've got two flashing eyes and they're colored "why."
They make me feel that I'm only all I see sometimes.
-Animal Collective
Blogging?
12/13/2007 at 3:27 AM
I think I'll do some here.
I miss having one.
I don't think anyone will read it but that's okay.
Used to be the point. Now it's not.
I miss having one.
I don't think anyone will read it but that's okay.
Used to be the point. Now it's not.
