conversations

girl in math class: we're neutering my cat this weekend.
dude in math class: he's going to hate you forever.
me: is it a boy cat?
girl: he is going to hate me... yes, he's a boy... but he deserves it. his middle name is Sh*t Head.
me: what is his first name?
girl: Sweets.

Pretend

I remember analyzing MGMT lyrics. We disagreed about the lyrics. MGMT said the song was about one of the things we said though. We were both close, but the attitude towards it was closer to what one of us was saying. There was a right answer, and one of us was wrong.

But, people have this incredible ability to read what they want. I was even doing it with that song; what I said it was is closer to something I'd say, and the same for you. If there is or isn't a right answer, we'd both pretend it said something that made sense to us, or that we liked, or whatever.

and before that with the dada poems; everyone found meaning in something random. There was nothing there, except what we projected on to it.

It seems dangerous to me, that our brains are doing this. It kinda scares me. Most the time, I don't think we are over thinking things. I think most the time, there is something deep in items, that should be thought out and will make sense. But are there times where we over scrutinize too closely, and find ideas and messages that aren't there?

THIS DUDE

I was talking to this dude at work. I've talked to him a few times, but mostly about work stuff. I did know that he was at PLU, and I knew he was good at math. That's about it though.

I don't know how it came up, but I ended up asking him what he was studying, or what he was going to do, something along those lines. He told met that he is a musical performance major. He also mentioned that the great majority of musical performance majors are either guitarist or vocalist, but he's not. He is majoring in clarinet. He is going to be a professional clarinet player.

IS A BOSS.

High Hopes

Thumper. Yeah. We thought we were at least as good as them. We were sure we could do that. I mean, look at them. We had it together at least that well. but everything fell apart. I was so stoked on just that email; I guess I still hoped it could work out. But now, I see nothing. I see no destination.

If things were as they had been, I would be flying right now. I would be the happiest kid ever. Where can this go, though? Is this a legitimate possibility?  Is this something that I can continue to hold on to? would it be worth it?

I saw this thing the other day that said "some people believe in God; I believe in music. some people pray; I turn up the radio."

My psych teacher was talking about sarcasm. he told this story about how his wife (who is also a teacher) challenges the students to come up with an example of sarcasm where there isn't a victim, or someone who is hurt by it. Link (my teacher) said his favorite example someone came up with was this girl who said she jokes with her boyfriend on the way to the bedroom, "are you ready to have sex for 2 minutes?" which, no one argued was actually a good thing for her to say.
"no, I'm just trying to relieve tension, make light of it..." -That girl.

 I'm pretty sarcastic sometimes, so I'm trying to think of who I'm victimizing.

I wasn't happy today. It seems like I've been feeling kinda bummed more often lately. Maybe it has to do with what I've been thinking about God. It isn't exactly happy times struggling with everything I've believed. Tonight, I went to the Redroom, for the open stage night. I love those (tonight was a little more awkward than last time, but there was still some stellar performances). I played 4 times, 3 songs. It was fantastic. "Look at you; you're grinning from ear to ear!"