I feel like blogging. But I have too much to say and don't feel like typing. If only I had one of those speech-to-text programs so I can just talk. Here's the gist.
The past few days have been tremendously strenuous emotionally and mentally. I have been struggling to keep my composure and fear that I could lose it at any second. Yes, I know you're thinking I am a drama queen.
I was thinking about my life and the lack of direction in it. When I think about myself, I always saw myself as a mediocre person. Someone in the middle stuck in the middle - lost in the shuffle and unnoticed in the mix of things. But today I thought, "What if I'm not even mediocre? What if I'm so far from mediocre that I've been kidding myself thinking I even come close?" Then I start thinking about life itself and blah blah blah. While I appreciate the people and things I have in my life, I am finding it very difficult giving anything back to the people who have given me so much. I'm starting to feel a little helpless. But mostly useless.
Just rambling on... Bring on the delusions of grandeur caused by my mental breakdown.
-Alex Thunderlips
February 28, 2010
February 21, 2010
It's a crazy world
Last night I had another quasi-nightmare. This time however, it was more of a "thriller" dream than a "horror" dream.
It started out with all of my friends on vacation in Alaska. We stayed at a Tiki themed resort fully equipped with all the amenities. The rooms were actually individual huts that we shared amongst ourselves and it was centered around a giant fire pit where the staff cooked food.
In the middle of the night, we discover that Nicole is missing. We find out that she had been kidnapped to be used for human trafficking and we trek out to find her. This is where things get a little hazy. What I do remember also does not make much sense. But here it goes.
The kidnappers only took her away because they knew that the Earth was moving towards the Sun and Alaska was going to melt away in a short time. They took Nicole away but under the guise of something less sinister and they left unnoticed in the middle of the night. Gary, V, and I all run out of our huts with our exploration backpacks chock full of goodies to search for Nicole when we notice she's gone.
As we cross the horizon, we see a group of men with Nicole walking across the icy plain. Behind us, the sun is getting closer and is growing in size. The ice beneath our feet begins to melt so the three of us race towards Nicole while trying to avoid being drowned in the melting ice. V grabs my hand and Gary grabs onto mine and we slide down the mountain. The Sun is getting so close that the ice we're sliding down melts faster than we can reach the bottom and we are soon sliding on concrete.
After this, there was a lot of other interesting things that happened but I was concentrating on remembering the beginning more and forgot the rest. I hope I can soon master the art of lucid dreaming...
Until next time,
Mmm...lucid dreams...
-Alex Thunderlips
It started out with all of my friends on vacation in Alaska. We stayed at a Tiki themed resort fully equipped with all the amenities. The rooms were actually individual huts that we shared amongst ourselves and it was centered around a giant fire pit where the staff cooked food.
In the middle of the night, we discover that Nicole is missing. We find out that she had been kidnapped to be used for human trafficking and we trek out to find her. This is where things get a little hazy. What I do remember also does not make much sense. But here it goes.
The kidnappers only took her away because they knew that the Earth was moving towards the Sun and Alaska was going to melt away in a short time. They took Nicole away but under the guise of something less sinister and they left unnoticed in the middle of the night. Gary, V, and I all run out of our huts with our exploration backpacks chock full of goodies to search for Nicole when we notice she's gone.
As we cross the horizon, we see a group of men with Nicole walking across the icy plain. Behind us, the sun is getting closer and is growing in size. The ice beneath our feet begins to melt so the three of us race towards Nicole while trying to avoid being drowned in the melting ice. V grabs my hand and Gary grabs onto mine and we slide down the mountain. The Sun is getting so close that the ice we're sliding down melts faster than we can reach the bottom and we are soon sliding on concrete.
After this, there was a lot of other interesting things that happened but I was concentrating on remembering the beginning more and forgot the rest. I hope I can soon master the art of lucid dreaming...
Until next time,
Mmm...lucid dreams...
-Alex Thunderlips
February 20, 2010
Ursher
I wish I could move like that... All of his dance moves are so smooth and clean. Just natural born talent. If only I had some of that... If I did maybe I could get girls who move like this:
I've had Rihanna's album for a while and this track was always one that stood out for me. I listened to it at least 20 times, but it wasn't until I saw the music video that I realized how sexual the song is. I have a tendency to listen to songs without listening to their meaning. A lot of times I know most of the words but still don't actually take the time to listen to them. The way she moves in the video is hot. I want a girl who can move like that. This is where Usher's moves would come into play.
Today was a very slow Saturday indeed. Didn't get much done but didn't have much to do. I was planning on studying up for the GRE since I will be taking it one last time. But somehow that turned into 3+ hours of COD and nonsense.
I sat around my room listening to all of Usher's old tracks and singing along. Basically karaoked by myself for about two hours while surfing the web. Downloaded a few new albums but so far nothing worth mentioning. Not too many albums are noteworthy as of late. Everything is relatively bland. I need some new music. Good music.
I bought two grab bags from Triumvir for $50 each and ended up with this:
In terms of quantity, I think it's pretty decent. Spent $100 for two caps, six tee shirts, and the 3/4 sweater shown above. The only thing is, I ordered the wrong size cap and most of the tee's I'm not a big fan of. I gave the black tee to my brother and will probably keep the yellow tee. The biggest disappointment and awkward piece has to be the baby blue tee shirt with the pink skull. I have no idea what they were attempting there but apparently it was a limited release in Japan in 2004. Other than that I'm not sure what I want to keep. I posted the pictures on Hypebeast for trades but still nothing worth trading for yet. I wish the yellow cap fit. I kind of like it... When I checked my bank account to look at the purchase again, it disappeared from my statement. So this shipment could actually be free. I have to call to find out what happened. I don't know why they would remove it but it's not there and the purchase is not calculated into my balance so until I am told otherwise, I believe it is in fact free.
Until next time,
"Act cool, Quincy. Act cool."
-Alex Thunderlips
February 17, 2010
Ominous beginnings.
Lately I have been getting a feeling that some terrible things will happen soon. Call it a hunch, gut feeling, or paranoia. Whatever it is, it's consuming my life. I am not a believer of fortune-telling, astrology, or any of the pseudosciences, but I can't seem to shake this feeling. Whatever is going to happen, I think it's going to happen soon. Within the next three months or so.
Last night, I had a quasi-nightmare. It started out with all of my friends hanging out at my house in the living room. My parents storm in through the front door. My mom is yelling at my dad and he has no reaction or response to anything she's saying. I can already see that something terrible was happening. My dad tells me he's quitting his job and my mom is stressing out about money. My dad then says a bunch of things implicating he is also giving up on life.
He pulls Andy aside and lectures him for a while. I wasn't close enough to hear the conversation, but I could see whatever my dad was saying was making Andy angry. In a few seconds, Andy started swinging at my dad and it took everyone in the room to hold them back.
I couldn't deal with the situation so I left and walked around the neighborhood. I ended up in a back alley somewhere. It turned out to be a dead end so I turned around. In doing so, my Gameboy inside my backpack flew out, crashing on the floor. As I bent down to pick it up, I saw a hidden compartment outside of the house I was standing in front of. I open the compartment to find a slew of video games. Inside, I can see N64, SNES, and NES games of all kinds. I take a quick scan to make sure no one is looking before I start to take some of them. When I look up into the house, I see a little girl playing Wii (notice that all of the gaming systems in this dream are manufactured by Nintendo). I try to sift through the games as fast as possible without her noticing, but I'm caught before I'm able to find anything worth taking.
As I ran back home, I began to feel the tension from the situation earlier. When I get inside, I can still see that many of my friends are still hanging around, but most people had left. I went to my room and found one of my lady friends in my bed sleeping, fully clothed. When I look down, my shirt is missing. Oh well. I get into bed with her and pull the blankets back over us. She tried to comfort me (nothing sexual). We end up spooning.
Until next time,
How did my shirt disappear so fast?
-Alex Thunderlips
February 15, 2010
James Dean
This weekend I went to get a haircut for Chinese New Year. I walked around Geary looking for a place to get it cut but everywhere was busy. I checked four places and there were at least four or five people waiting in line at each place. I didn't want to wait so I grabbed a quesidilla from Gordo's and walked home. When I got home, I decided to try and schedule an appointment at the hair salon around the corner from my house. Fortunately there was an opening immediately so I walked myself over.
The salon was nicer than I remembered. The lady that I always remembered seeing there was nowhere to be found. I discovered later on that she had sold the shop to the current stylist last summer. The lady that also owned it before him was also the mother of Tina Kwan, a girl I've known since elementary school.
The guy that cut my hair spoke in broken English and had trouble keeping a conversation going in English. Luckily, I speak Cantonese. He asked me how I would like it cut. When I asked if he knew what a pompadour was, he had a blank stare and had no idea what I was talking about. I asked him if he was familiar with Elvis or the Fonz. Still nothing. Finally he handed me his laptop and told me to find a picture to show him. "OH JAMES DEAN!" Yes. James Dean.
Turned out just the way it was supposed to. He styled it with gel which looked horrible but I let him make an attempt. I knew I could do better so I went home and washed out the gel. I tried using what I had to see if anything would hold my thin yet heavy hair. Unfortunately the product I'm using does not hold so I need to go get something better. Last resort is Murray's.
^This beastly hair cream is petroleum based which means it is VERY difficult to wash out. I have read that it can take up to three days to wash out unless you use dishwashing soap. It's what all the real greasers use. However, I may not be brave enough to try it. I warned my mom ahead of time that if she sees dishwashing soap in the bathroom, it's for my hair.
My coworkers all noticed my haircut (of course) and everyone had something different to say. I had it down like I have the past two days since I have not yet resolved the hair product issue. People at work said things like "Nice haircut" or "Who's the new guy?" The strangest thing someone said to me was that my hair made me look more "edgey" which is bizarre because I think I look rather boyish and dorky. Oh well.
Until next time,
Pomp it up.
-Alex Thunderlips
The salon was nicer than I remembered. The lady that I always remembered seeing there was nowhere to be found. I discovered later on that she had sold the shop to the current stylist last summer. The lady that also owned it before him was also the mother of Tina Kwan, a girl I've known since elementary school.
The guy that cut my hair spoke in broken English and had trouble keeping a conversation going in English. Luckily, I speak Cantonese. He asked me how I would like it cut. When I asked if he knew what a pompadour was, he had a blank stare and had no idea what I was talking about. I asked him if he was familiar with Elvis or the Fonz. Still nothing. Finally he handed me his laptop and told me to find a picture to show him. "OH JAMES DEAN!" Yes. James Dean.
Turned out just the way it was supposed to. He styled it with gel which looked horrible but I let him make an attempt. I knew I could do better so I went home and washed out the gel. I tried using what I had to see if anything would hold my thin yet heavy hair. Unfortunately the product I'm using does not hold so I need to go get something better. Last resort is Murray's.
^This beastly hair cream is petroleum based which means it is VERY difficult to wash out. I have read that it can take up to three days to wash out unless you use dishwashing soap. It's what all the real greasers use. However, I may not be brave enough to try it. I warned my mom ahead of time that if she sees dishwashing soap in the bathroom, it's for my hair.
My coworkers all noticed my haircut (of course) and everyone had something different to say. I had it down like I have the past two days since I have not yet resolved the hair product issue. People at work said things like "Nice haircut" or "Who's the new guy?" The strangest thing someone said to me was that my hair made me look more "edgey" which is bizarre because I think I look rather boyish and dorky. Oh well.
Until next time,
Pomp it up.
-Alex Thunderlips
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