Leonid

My thoughts seemed to come as more of a continual epiphany this morning(4am) when I laid out on a random blanket found on the couch, and walked to the park next to my house to revel in the meteor shower. I stared up into the cooling constellations while looking at Leonid's fragments lighting up the sky. I should clarify this, and explain that in the end I only saw 3 shooting stars(meteorites) and was utterly freezing the whole time, but I've come to terms that it is in rare moments like this that life can become clear. I hadn't stared at the stars in years and it was in this moment that I started to feel that the glimpse of innocence I had been missing over the years was never too far away. I stared at each speckle of light and could tell I hadn't seem them in years, hadn't impressed upon myself that this was just as beautiful as it had always been. It is something to cash in on lately, to have some sort of constant to rely on.

I can always remember laying on hills as a kid (my feet toward the top of the hill, with the blood rushing to my head) and looking at the stars. If you could get to a point where there weren't any trees, or any excess in your sight but purely the sky, it was beautiful. It was in these times that I felt like I became the only medium between the stars and the ground where I laid. I was touching both at the same time, infinitely distant, yet cosmically connected. I was consumed by constellations and watching the stars blink along with myself.

I may be losing my hair, but I can...bring it back!

I got a summer internship! To do so I had to meet with 12 people, and was interviewed for 6 hours and 15 minutes. The interviews were primarily behavioral questions, which luckily I studied quite a bit with an Escamilla the day before and was somewhat prepared. I'm still planning on going to Germany this summer, and during my free time over the summer I will be practicing such phrases as "ich liebe` dich, " which is all I really need. I have only a month or so left in the semester and have been sooooo stressed out that the possibility of working for a company that produces Rogaine seems extremely beneficial. I will stock up.

Being embarassed is a norm.

I have two embarassing things to submit here.

1) The other day I was sitting in a campus computer lab next to the masses and listening to music through my noise cancelling headphones. My homework was just stifling and randomly I had to pass gas. I say this now freely since this situation has already shamed me. I decided to let some air flow go because it felt small and insignificant. As soon as I did I could see the cute girl sitting next to me bob her head with a quick laugh. My face turned red but I figured I needed to salvage myself. So I slowly took out my headphones turned my head and looked at her in the eyes saying "I am sorry for somthing I won't take blame for." She giggled at little bit harder and I went back to trying to find ways to exit as quickly as possible. Needless to say I continued to sit there and retain bouyancy until she left.

2) I have a sweet line up of concerts I will be going to this weekend. Andrew Bird and Wilco will be my first two, and as of last night my roommate has requested I come with him to.................................3EB for you true blues, or better known as Third Eye Blind. I have been scoffing it off as a joke, but to my family they will always know that this a closet band of mine, much like the B-52's to the world. Ohhhh snap.

Life in little cubes

I tend to run into small glimpses of past loves everyday. A face, a walk, a smell, and more than most come from a quick turn of a phrase. I feel perturbed and wonder what the significance is in remembering... whether it is to breathe in the chasms of thoughts, or to simply stutter from my norm. I turn back to a recent trip to New York I had last year when I saw a short film called "la maison en petit cubes", which is set in the future where the water level has continually risen and has left the people to building stories on top of their houses to combat the rising sea level. In the film there is a man who is old and alone, he smokes his pipe and sits in his recliner while he fishes through a small hole in the center of his room. This hole goes down through the many levels of his house. which are mostly underwater. At one point his smoking pipe falls through the hole and travels down through all of the many floors he's built in his life; down to the bottom floor. He suits up with oxygen tanks and a wetsuit, and travels down to get what is easily assumed as his "favorite pipe," and with each story of the house he sees snippets of his past, his wife/children/love/entire life. This part is beautifully echoed by a soft melancholy of tones.The movie is fantastic, and when the old man finally makes it back up the 30 or so stories he has to build another floor because the sea level has risen again.

Movie...

Girlfriend Clause(primarily jest)

In my latest great 20 second epiphany I've decide that all new relationships will have a girlfriend clause instated. At first it might just be a personal fear of mine, but I think that there should be one person each party gets to select that the other can't date after the relationship is over. This comes from past experiences of me saying "whatever you do... don't date that dude," and then the inevitable happening. And, as profound as I might be with my "Fast times at ridgemont high" super speech I feel that this idea might make for positive progress in my future endeavors.

1) Upon the completion of this relationship both parties may select one person off limits that they deem unfit for the other based on prior events, no matter how slight, or silly, or extremely silly.

My primary reasoning is if some dude is a "cockaminney," and if you're wondering, I have lists of such characters, which upon request can be shown.

Prospects

I have a secondary interview with Perrigo coming up. Travel will be accommodated back to Allen's favorite town...Allegan. I am also utilizing strong networking skills to get a big interview with John Deere, which if I can get past the first ring of interviews will fly me to Moline, IL where I will have between 2-5 hours of interviews to take on.

Drugssss...

I had my first job interview today with hometown favorite Perrigo. I am applying to do a summer internship as a product engineer. Modeling and analyzing statistical data to ensure product accuracy. I will hear about it later this week, but I felt the interview went well. A song for the future... J.E.W-Pain

P.s. they gave me a bag full of drugs, so how sweet is that.

This semester has proven to allow me me a range of 1 to 1 free days per week. This week is full of interviews and resume drops with Career fair. So to distance myself from the stress and overused smiles I uploaded a photo from Nasa... a place where I wish I could just relax recently.

Top 5

I was asked by my roommate the other night what my Top 5 bands were, but for anyone that has read "High Fidelity" by Nick Hornby I would respond with "which top 5." But to stay broad and get an answer out so the night could continue I went with my most listened to and all time consuming bands.

Elliott Smith

Sea Wolf

Modest Mouse

Radiohead

The Shins

1st post

I've decided to start writing this blog to unveil some of my day to day, and to express a bit of myself to the so-called cyber world. I began writing small quips and meaningless statements to bide the time, one that gave me the idea for this title. Now I will have a new medium to write the small thoughts that originate from me.

DANCING IN THE ELEVATOR! I have always wanted something endlessly romantic to perspire from attempting to make her happy. I find myself not even trying anymore, just accepting the mediocrity of choices. It's easily despised, and I wonder when will I be able to sleep because my mind won't allow this anymore. I need to expire into the night knowing love isn't just a word, a turn of phrases that have started to fade, but simply that feeling of wide-eyed intangible emotion.