Monday Mind Vomit

I’m sitting here in my desk chair sucking on the last of Skipper’s marinated Nupro, and it feels like tonight just might be the night to bring back Monday Mind Vomit.

Let’s see how far I get, shall we?

I’m listening to Brainfreeze, a twenty five minute scratch-off between DJ Shadow and Cut Chemist, it’s just a nice funk flavor to it, and it feels good, the right way to end a bullshit day.

My Sister recently MySpaced me, asking what she should be for Halloween. She takes Halloween seriously, it’s easily her favorite holiday, has been since we were kids. She use to make an adorable black sheep, and as the years went on, got only more creative and detailed with her costumes. By far her Oompa Loompa costume from Halloween 2003 was her best. She made such a good Oompa Loompa that upon seeing a picture, some people have actually thought she was a dwarf.
Here are the ideas I have come up with and I invite you to share your own suggestions as well, I have a feeling she needs some help.

1. Wendy from Wendy’s/Pippy Longstockings (She might as well use her red hair for something).

2. A fish stick (I came up with this about fifteen minutes ago as I made dinner).

3. Creed, from The Office (because he’s cool).

4. Our mother (because Dr. Sylvia has got some flavorful style and would be most likely willing to help her with her costume).

5. Me.

I started buying six-packs of Coke Light, I don’t even like Diet sodas, I rather get the sugar and full-bodied flavor of my beverage, but I miss Skipper and so I keep drinking this shit.

When I got home from school today, I was sitting at my desk when I heard the sound of something buzzing around my room. My window was closed, and I got worried that maybe a fly had flown into my room and I hate flies. I opened the window back up and didn’t hear any more buzzing so I pretty much forgot about it. It was only when it came time to lace up my Chucks that I noticed a FAT beetle sitting on the rim of my left shoe. Beetles are far worse then Flies. Surprisingly I didn’t freak out, I just picked up my shoe and shook it out the window. My Chucks are no place for wild life, I was doing it a favor really. The beetle would however not let go and after quite a bit of violent banging against the window the sonofabitch finally let it’s death grip go and fell six stories to it’s death or flew away. This is all due to my neighbor’s refusal to cut back the weeds in front of his living room window that have now pushed their way over to mine, allowing all sorts of insects and pollen to come over and hangout at my place. I am starting to hate my neighbor more and more, and find myself fantasizing about ways of getting him back for all of his late night parties and lack of garden maintenance.

I ran into someone today on the street that I don’t particularly like and who I can easily say I have talked a good deal of shit about. Upon seeing this person though, I took my ear buds out and actually said hi and asked how the person was doing. I can imagine this person doesn’t care too much for me either, but somehow we both smiled and joked and then parted with a wave. It might have been fake, but some how it made me feel better about the reasons behind the animosity. Funny how shit like that works.

This week smells funk and it is only Monday, am I the only person feeling this way? I have a three day weekend coming up, maybe that’s what it is? That’s the thing about long weekends or even half days, you get so excited about having the time off, that the week or day actually seems to go on for ever, longer then if I actually had to work the weekend or put in the full nine hours. Time is a tricky bitch, but I like it, so I continue wearing a flash watch.

I set three alarm clocks to wake me up. I don’t really need an alarm to wake me up, I have the annoying habit of always waking up fifteen minutes before I need to, and then not being able to fall back to sleep. I actually have never been late for work, seriously, I have NEVER over slept and I have to get up at around three or five depending on the day. I think it’s just the security, not to mention I do like to brag about never being late (I am now knocking on wood).

One of the things I like about living in Europe is the magazine selection. I have a thing for independent art/street style/graffiti/subculture/design magazines. Berlin for some reason puts out the best, Street Wear Monthly, and Lowdown are some of my personal favorites. They are both printed on heavy-high-quality-matte-finish stock, which is just a beautiful thing. I like to go to the Kiosk next to Inter Discount, in the basement of the train station and look at what’s new. They are usually a month or two behind, but I don’t always have the ten or twelve francs to one anyway. When I do buy a copy though I try to make good use of it. I have actually covered my bathroom door and kitchen cabinets with cut outs from both publications and they look pretty bas-ass.

I feel ok right now, like all is right in my world, which is probably one of the most frightening things to feel. Isn’t it always the moment where things feel right that life throws flaming bag of shit at you? I am trying to think positive though, so maybe tomorrow really could be fantastic?

A shout out to Professional Gun for taking the time to set up this blog exactly as I wanted it. Thank you. I am sorry I gave you so much shit, and you were right, this seems to be a much better place for my blog.