21 credit hours first semester!

Yeah, I don't get me either. Its a complex, this overachieveing thing. Either that or I have a secret fetish for cold cups of coffee at one in the morning.

Either way, as far as art nerds go I'm not that nerdy since I hardly ever post my finished artwork here directly after I finish it. Plus I seem to never have time to finish artwork anyways.
But here you go, one of the five times in a year I post artwork.

So enjoy it. "I said ENJOY IT!" (in honor of Fez)

I must be weird. Some strange, deformed human being. I think funny things are funny.

Not to say that what everyone else chuckles about isn't funny (I'm not going to be on of those snobby people who proclaim to be some sort of miraculously special person just because I have this singular trait for hilarity.) No, people are allowed to laugh at whatever they so choose. I simply feel they could laugh at different things.

The human intellect is raised, for a time, with the intention that it will mature into a very smart piece of hardware. Soon, however, the intention drops to the wayside (this could be for a myriad of reasons, but the fact remains that it does disappear.) This is not surprising in the slightest, however. What is surprising is the fact that we lose our purest sense of humor along with that intention-- we start to laugh for the wrong reasons.

You see, there are a few who value their minds and so have the great potential to laugh long and hard on a daily basis. But do they? No. They spend their free time proving to the world that they are better than the natural impulse itself-- many force themselves to un-learn the habit altogether. Stoicism is irrationally popular among the brilliant.

The hefty majority, however, laughs, and, indeed, actually likes to laugh. Its a pity that they have to search out things to make them laugh. Comedians make a fortune on taking the world, rewriting it to fit into barbarically humorous terms, and then reciting it to an audience. Whats even worse is that modern jokes usually contain a shock element. Many immediatly start laughing after a joke merely because the comedian said 'sex' outloud. Pair sex with stereotypes and maybe a drunk scene and you've positively stole the show.

However, when life weds intellect with nonsense, the real laughter should begin. For I think that is the funniest thing of all: when humans strive to make sense out of the nonsensical. The best part is that it happens everyday.

Most people, when it happens, get supremely frustrated; they hate seeing the best-laid plans go awry. This resorts back to the point I made on how we stop seeming to care about real thinking when we reach a certain point in life. If we had continued to care, our intellects would be fashioned to learn the real traits of life. One of those traits is the fact that humans, as a whole, are stupid. Utterly, utterly stupid. Even the smartest ones are stupid (its just because we're flesh, so don't worry: theres nothing you can do about it) But what makes that fault better--almost desirable--is the trait of laughter. We miss countless cues, but we can laugh and laugh when we realize we've missed them. Its one of the few God-given remedies to disease and hardship we have been naturally given.

But this is why I am strange: those awkward and unwelcome situations are better than comedians. The best part about those situations is that, in retrospect, they were simple to begin with. Humans expect life to be so damn difficult that they end up making it difficult themselves. So when I laugh at times when its extremely inappropriate to laugh, its not me trying to be rude: its me cutting to the chase instead of looking back five years later and laughing without really knowing the reason anyway.

You came up from the ground
From a million little pieces
You're a pretty human being
Yeah, you're a pretty human being
When it all comes crashing down
Tryin' to understand your meaning
This livin', it ain't easy
This livin', it ain't easy


So, I'm like..... sick right now. I'm not at school. The funny thing is, I'm sick because of school. I work too hard. And the only breaks I get are when my body undergoes so much stress and mental frustration that it just malfunctions. Which isn't pretty, let me tell you.

But anyways, just want to tell you I've got new poetry up. Technically, not all of it is new. Most is stuff that I wrote a while ago, but never bothered to put up here. A couple are new. But most aren't. So deal.

I gotta go. I have to.... oh, whats the stupid expression? Go make a call on the porcelain phone? I wouldn't know, I don't get drunk.

You know, its completely insane that we have another year to muck through.

(If my cynical attitude starts to bug you in this one, I'll gladly let you click another link)

I guess its not too bad, though. Its just I have to deal with so much this upcoming year, its going to be a badabitch to hassle with.


On the plus side, I have a good start. DePaul Unviersity. Majoring in Art and Media. Scholarship on my side. I have the touch, man.

But on the other hand, college won't be all daisys and jumpers. Its gonna be...well, a badabitch...thats the only damn word in my head right now.

Well, for starters though, I'm dragging out the ol' new years resolutions for the appropriate new year. I've even started working on them. Yep. I just got rid of the three Shania Twain songs on my iTunes that at some point of insanity I believed I needed.



And.....thats about it. I used to be an avid believer of resolutions but frankly, they never amounted to much. So now I've donned the "eternal resolution": love yourself the way you are. Cheesy, yes. Ambitious, no.

Well thats bout it for the daily log, folks. Oh wait...second resolution? Upload more artwork. Duh.

The world is a lot simpler than we make it.

And I don't mean talking in the animalistic sense. Of course the world would be easier if we just lived instinctually and never depended on higher thought processes. But honestly, who would want to live like that?

Then again, who would want to live like we do now? Stubborn, selfish, fearful. unstable. Yes, thats it. Our world seems remarkably unstable. Its embarrassing.

We think this is all there is, that this is what is cut out for us, what we have to look forward to. Thats completely and utterly false.


The world is so very, very much simpler than we think it is and therefore we deny ourselves the power to let it be simple just by having little faith.

Look at the world around you. I don't mean this computer screen or your TV or your car. Look at that tree outside your window. Look at that guitar by your bed. Look at that mirror inside which your face glows vibrantly. How simple and yet how beautiful these things are. They don't need complicated emotions or hard wiring or cash to make them run. They depend solely on the roots of humanity: peoples' passions to think, reason, love, create, harmonize, relate, believe.

No, no, but this is not wondrous at all. The truly astounding thing is how such fundamental concepts can be paved over by ground turned up from the blades of humanity's injustice and treason toward its purpose. We thrive on laziness and instant gratification; we don't see that happiness blooms not from the dime-store shelves but from the vines of our souls.

This may sound completely hippie-dippy-ish, but no one can deny its truthfulness. The world doesn't gang up on us-- we gang up on the world. The next time you get angry, selfish, or fearful, close your eyes and think of something else. Think of some living thing that needs no anger, fear or greed to thrive. Then open your eyes and become like that living thing.