She said tingly like 75 times

been doing some tweeting my reactions to movies.  i thought it was fun, and so i was thinking "what if i just did that to my life" but i think that might be like...the point of twitter.  so i will keep it sporadic except for my sweet tweets about terrible movies.writing a bunch of songs lately.
1. about a hurricane (mandolin)
2. love song, mainly dealing with the movie twister (guitar)
3. a "song" about the thundercats and lolcats (fruity loops)
4. a "song" about making cereal spell funny words (fruity loops)
5. a Families cover (mandolin)
6. a song about talking to girls (guitar with mandolin)
7. a song about that one elf from The Santa Clause and Wednesday from Adams Family (guitar)
8. a song about Zachaeas (guitar)
9. a song about marriage, all hypothetical (guitar, some synth)

yep....i think thats it but im not sure. Abe Lincoln is the best, i wanna see him go against Buffy.  and Van Helsing.  Sometimes i wish my life was more like the Smurfs life.  oh yea, so there was a typhoon here the other day, no big deal. went outside.  got my squirrel suit on, i was preparing for flight, but like...i mean, it was windy...but i had hoped for more.  if you want some video ask me sometime. its on my phone.  i refuse to learn how to post it here. all the best things are on my phone.  4 ril.  cant it get it out of my head. "dont talk black to me" SLAYS ME. i feel like life is best experienced while seeing something terrible. like a baby exploding, or Twilight.  those are comparable...right?  this one day i woke up, and i was like "no way theres work today" and then i was like "there cant be work today" AND THEEEEEEEN i was like "balls, 7:30....gotta get up." went to take my morning tinkle, realized it was saturday. HAZZAH! its one of those happy stories ive heard so much about.  Mythic in nature, beautiful in design. most of my morning pee stories are.

Doctors

I, like most people, assumed that if you lied to a doctor about being in pain, that that meant he would say the problem is over with sooner.  Turns out, thats not the case. thats not the case all.  they just take blood and know your lying.  then they ask you about how many poops you've taken. do you know how hard it is for a handsome lady's man such as myself to talk about my poops with cute nurses?  ruins everything! Jin Ahn knows what im talking about.

Musings

not really all that good at cataloguing my thoughts, really sporadic updating is the best I can promise. Lately I haven't been sleeping much, like an hour or two a night. Feels nostalgic, but in kind of an awful way. There are lots of bogus things that accompany not sleeping. One is the. Instant urge to vomit, though that could go away if I get used to the hours. Anyway, I feel mellowed out, so there's not much of interest to say right now. Just piecing things together, thinking about the future, mostly about robots though, I really want a robot dinosaur from the first Jurassic Park. Like some people think of cars as a status symbol, but I really just want a triceratops. Extrovert a pile of poop. mandu wants it too, it's the dream. I would feel so awesome riding to works everyday on a triceratops, no joke, every day would be the best day of my life. now I've got bright eyes stuck in m head.

do i have a concussion?

so today i was biking home and i started feeling real dizzy, then i started noticing it was raining, but i wasnt wet, well, it looked like it was raining, but there was no rain, but it looked so much like it was raining i kept checking.  almost fell off my bike from the dizzies. at dinner i was real angry, then sad, then back to angry. then on my way home i started feeling dizzy and i wanted to vomit and i remembered that i got hit in the head with a hockey stick today.  now im at home with a killer headache trying to stay awake so i can hang up my laundry.  so, do i have a concussion? i think i might, i looked it up, and i had quite a few of the symptoms.actually most of the symptoms. anywaaaaaaay, i looked it up, and i should be able to sleep without dyeing or going comatose. SO, later.

i have had a cold, so i am blaming the massive drool spots on pillow, on my clogged up nose.  sometimes i wish i had some lemmings, and like, i could control them to go up into my nose and just clear on out the boogers and snot, and redirect it to like, i dont know, a storage facility for when i feel really disgusted by something, so disgusted i need to spit, then i could be like, good thing i got a loogy supply all ready to go. or maybe i could use it on halloween and be someone needing an exorcism, and just projectile vomit snot all over the place.

its late

dry cleaners across the street just turned their lights on, thats a bad sign.  So it might just be because i think of the Backstreet Boys as a song, one song, instead of a band, but for this short rant, im going to refer to them as a band and assume they have multiple songs.  It seems to me, from my memory, that most of the Backstreet Boys songs can fit into two categories, songs about love and songs about "being back".  Heres the thing, where the heck are they going to that they need to be back all the time?  if their anything like N'sync they're certainly not going to space, so lets look at this by combining the two categories.  What i have surmised, expertly i might add, is that what the Backstreet Boys are saying is that they will love you and leave you, then come back....at some point.  total jerks.  lets all be outraged together.

feeling restless, might be because, i have not rested....thus...becoming restless.  theres so much better stuff to do when your awake.  lately i can see why i fell into old habits.  lets all agree that were smitten with kitten mittons.  (spelling makes sense if you know ANYTHING)  spending more time writing songs, thinking about the apocrypha.  i dont think thats wrong.  well, it might be.  WELL!!!! cafes are starting to brew coffee so i should take a cat nap.

Butter Coconut Biscuits

I gots the flue.  i gots it bad.  im thinking tonight i will spice things up a bit, i really want to watch anime like i usually do, but i think, just for tonight, i will instead turn off all the lights, tape glow sticks to my body, and practice taekwon do. but since there will glow sticks it wont suck.  i really want a camel bag. no, that's not right, what i really want is to be half camel so that i store up all the sweet sweet liquids for later.  can you imagine that, someones like, "im soo thirsty" and id just laugh and say "i used to be thirsty, before i got my camel hump i was stupid, just like you, you worm!"  the hump would definitely make me snooty...er..snootier.  ive been reading this book A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius, its real good.  Jon Taube showed it to me, he smuggled it from his home like contraband in the dead of night.  under the gentle hum of his flashlight he showed me and said "the stuff in this book is good, everyone should read it"  honestly, might be the new "Perks of Being a Wallflower."  if someone ever decides to make a movie about my life, not that they will.  ive decided that i dont want the actor to wear make up in the movie, ive never worn make up so i feel as thought it would already start the movie on the wrong foot.  While i do mind lying about that, i wouldnt argue if the actor was a better singer, as long as they havent taken lessons before.  But what i cannot budge on, no matter what, is that the actor must have the same nose as me.  put him under the knife if you must.  on a side note, i found out recently that one of the old Korean teachers thought i was gay, guess i just toss that vibe around.  its a shame, i was trying to be real nice to her, but also to completely avoid her, which is my brand of seduction.  heres an example, lets say a girl is walking down the hall and she feels sleepy, its visible that shes sleepy and people have commented on it, but it hasnt caused any problems.  Then she gets to wherever shes going and BAM! vitamin drink with a note. yea, now that im reading it, sounds a tad gay.  maybe not gay, just stupid.  what have i been doing with my life!?  this would never happen if i had that camel hump. id say "hey baby, you want some nectar from my back hump?"  and then she'd be putty in my hands.  but whoever falls for that is either really awesome or is not the kind of girl you introduce to your parents.