I'm Pressin' Charges

Thanks to Michelle and Shadi, I don't think i've laughed as hard as I did with this video. Oh me, oh my.


+ the remixes are top notch.



Hilarious!

Biiiitch Pleeeze

this definitely brings the LOL's. like omg.

The Shins

A cold and wet November dawn
and there are no barking sparrows
just emptiness to dwell upon.

I fell into a winter slide
and ended up the kind of kid who goes down chutes too narrow
just eking out my measly pies.

But I learned fast how to keep my head up 'cause I
know there is this side of me that
wants to grab the yoke from the pilot and just
fly the whole mess into the sea.

Another slow train to the coast
some brand new gory art from way on high
I sink and then I swim all night.

I watch the ice melt on the glass
while the eloquent young pilgrims pass
and leave behind their trail
imploring us all not to fail.

Of course I was raised to gather courage from those
lofty tales so tried and true
if you're able, I'd suggest it 'cause this
modern thought can get the best of you.

This rather simple epitaph can save your hide, your falling mind
fate isn't what we're up against there's no design, no flaws to find
there's no design, no flaws to find.

But I learned fast how to keep my head up 'cause I
know I got this side of me that
wants to grab the yoke from the pilot and just
fly the whole mess into the sea.


My fave song.

An exercise in futility.

The poor,innocent, troglodytes of society bathe in the sunlight of the evening day. Jean Marie tilts her head up, slightly, in the manner of a former beauty queen. She behaves so very regal, its inspiring. You know she used to be beautiful, it is evident in her bone structure. Her jaw line defined, slightly masculine but very feminine simultaneously. Her cheekbones radiate from her face, resplendent almost, round and fine. Her nose is upturned, but ever so slightly. Her eyes, however, seem argumentative, angry, pensive. Their color is faded from years gone by of a life once lived. So yes, you can tell she was once a beauty. But now, the years have taken their toll. The bags under her eyes weigh on her, like anchors. She tries to cover them up anyway she can, with makeup, with treatments, with cold hard cucumbers (like she sees on t.v), but to no avail. It's all pointless. She won't resort to medical interventions either. She rationalizes that its beneath her. Surgery. Hmph! But the truth is that she can't afford it. She can barely afford her lunch that shes enjoying right now. She had finally had enough. What's one 5 dollar lunch she says? She's been saving and saving. She wants to escape from her meaningless job, her dead-end job, and her troll of a husband. She's what you would call a desperate housewife, the epitome of one, I would say.


mo-
and thats as much as i have today. its an exercise in writing i would like to do everyday. hopefully i'll keep it up.

The Soup of the Day

Arrrgh!


My cellphone is vibrating on the faux wood desk i've been assigned in my french 2 class. It goes on and on, for eternity, or, well, until I pick it up. Everyone hears it in the freakishly quiet room. They turn. I turn red. Then it all turns. The professor has noticed the vibrating, she smiles. Its one of those evil, wicked smiles. She's happy that she's caught me. Almost too happy. How could someone be so happy to catch someone red handed. (Well, backtrack. I know a lot of people who would be more than delighted to catch someone doing something naughty). She projects her lanky arm forward, palm open, waiting hungrily for my phone. Despondently, I hand it over, my face is now clearly upset. If you could visualize it: the eyebrows furled, squinched as tightly as possible. The forehead is another story all together, lines clearly visible like dried out riverbeds in the grand canyon. The eyes are red with fury, beaming at her, filled with nothing but disdain. The mouth is pursed shut, nothing could open it except a barrage of curse words aimed directly at the enemy. Thats what my face looks like.(Pretty isn't it?) But she will not get away with it! Yet, she already has. In front of my classmates, no less. I resign to the fact that my phone is now in her dried up bony old hands. Forever locked away, or, until class is over. At the end of class I will be sure to give her a pice of my mind, and it will be a big honkin' piece, cherry filled! The kid next to me witnesses everything, especially my rage. He keeps a safe distance. "Good thinking buddy" I say to myself. Best he stays away, for his own sake. Because I am about to rip this room apart with my rage! Or rather, like always, do nothing. Yeah, that sounds about right. By the end of class my vehement vexation has significantly worn off. I know, I was utterly out of line. I shouldn't have behaved in such a manner. I completely embarrassed myself, yet again. Nothing new in my book. Another one to add to the list of public mortifications. Who do I have to blame but myself. Not that it matters. I'm just ranting after all.

Sacramento

Off to Sacramento for four days, should be fun. Much to do before I leave. Haven't packed. Rushing. Tired. Hungry. Sleep.

The Soup of the Day

Blogs

What are they for? What purpose do they serve? Are they only a vehicle for our massive egos? A way to express our innermost superficial thoughts that we think others might deem "cool". Well I've had this blog for about two years now and I still yet to have found a following, or a theme. The title says Inquisitive Ponderings, which should mean that in every posting I pose some type of question. Yet, I do not. It is mostly some random thought and funny video or picture I find on the internet. Usually it is mostly me, bored and wondering why my life is the way it is. Nevertheless, it is my duty to pose the question. Why do we need blogs? I think it is a way for us to communicate our thoughts and opinions. Thats the simple explanation. The complicated one is that we have lost most of our connection to other human beings that we feel as though the only way to be heard is by voicing our thoughts online. Society relies substantially on technology, therefore avoiding their human relationships. They go online for everything. To shop, to waste time, to play, to find mates, to everything! Partly it is convenience that leads us to the internet. Technology rules our lives. That little PDA in our pockets has taken over! It is high time we put down that Iphone, and pick up a real phone, drop that ipod and put on a record, and shut down the computer and talk to your neighbor. Movies have predicted the future and it looks pretty bleak. I don't mean to sound all preachy, but what is wrong with a little human on human connection.
Done and Done.