Dancing in Elevators

Angry Mail-women

2010-04-13T20:15:00.000-07:00

I have recently been entertaining a project for a very good friend of mine, which entails a lot of letters to be sent out. I met with my first mail-women and got all kind of good tidbits to prepare my massive circulation of letters. I was feeling pretty good about things, and then today, a dreadful meeting occurred. I had finished up my last few letters and set them out at the mailbox, and then an hour or two later I hear a loud "knock" on the door. I ran upstairs to see who was there and there stood an older mail-women, and she had a very stern and gangly presence. She related to me that although I put a "Do not Bend" stamp on the envelopes that these papers would be going through "MACHINES," I quickly related this idea to the movie Toy Story 2, when Buzz Lightyear is trying to save Woody in the onslaught of escalators moving the luggage parcels around.

I stood there remembering the funny situations of those silly toys, and not seeing how peeved this woman was, because I really think she assumed I believed she hand delivered the mail herself in the little truck all across the country(to clarify I do not). She kept confirming to me that things were going to be swooshed around and possibly bent, I concurred with her, and tried to give her the benefit of the doubt, for my expertise revolves around mac'n'cheese and Star Wars. She persisted to give me a grave tone and I wallowed a bit trying to explain that a few bends here and there might make things look better, because bent up and ratty paper looks timeless. In summation, she doesn't like me, I instead think she is awesome, and it is her angry timelessness that I adore.

2010-04-12T20:16:00.001-07:00

I am currently in the midst of my final exams for my second to last semester here at the University of Michigan. I will have to say finals week is a horrible time, and I hope I survive. I would wish that life had a more tangible button like this one. I highly suggest you follow this link to relieve your stress.

http://www.nooooooooooooooo.com/

The Jerk

2010-03-17T09:13:00.000-07:00

A favorite quote from a favorite movie of mine "The Jerk."

"I know we've only known each other four weeks and three days, but to me it seems like nine weeks and five days. The first day seemed like a week and the second day seemed like five days. And the third day seemed like a week again and the fourth day seemed like eight days. And the fifth day you went to see your mother and that seemed just like a day, and then you came back and later on the sixth day, in the evening, when we saw each other, that started seeming like two days, so in the evening it seemed like two days spilling over into the next day and that started seeming like four days, so at the end of the sixth day on into the seventh day, it seemed like a total of five days. And the sixth day seemed like a week and a half. I have it written down, but I can show it to you tomorrow if you want to see it".

Cooley writing contest

2010-03-06T10:45:00.000-08:00

I was recently awarded second place for a fictional piece I wrote a few years back called "Spine." I have to give the title credit from my oldest brother James who looked over it before I submitted it and gave me the better name. It was originally "Decadence," which looking back doesn't seem to apply as well. This was the first writing contest I have ever submitted any writing to, and I am extremely excited that anything I wrote was enjoyed or approved by anyone. I will be going to an award ceremony in the near future and am wondering if it is cool to find a date for a award luncheon? I am also looking forward to getting tickets to this years graduation who will have the guest speaker of Barack Obama, which is awesome.

A shave to remember

2010-03-06T10:38:00.001-08:00

I have gained a fair amount of weight over this last winter, and as any dieter must know you generally need some type of cause. I figured it would be easiest to have a race, which now I've decided that I will get one final shave, after which it will be me against my beard until I get back to my featherweight of 175 pounds. I am currently at 183, and I figure returning to my previous running regiment will get me back on track. If you see me in the future with a ghastly beard you will surely see my uggo failure. The added weight of a continually growing beard might make my situation harder, but alas no one likes a chubby ZZ top.

Sadie Hawkin's dance?

2010-02-13T17:08:00.000-08:00

I have been feeling rather pitiful with the oncoming Valentines day, which I am sadly alone for this year. I have none the less been asked by 3 different women to 3 different dances, and the last one being a Sadie Hawkins dance tonight. I do have to say that this is a positive and I only wish I could elate the beauty of there being a perfect song to follow.This being said, it should be dutifully noted that I rather miss the days of having that rushed feeling where I didn't know what to get a loved one. Over the next couple of days I will be traversing my mind over these moments I'm sure as I generally do. So here is a genuine melody to play in respect to the future of my pre-valentine night.

Vader Sessions

2010-02-11T23:02:00.001-08:00

Twinkie Science

2010-01-26T09:20:00.000-08:00

I have recently been listening to the podcast of the "The naked scientist," which are from Cambridge, they have a very young brand of science experiments that I find intriguing. I love the show because I have become so used to the grueling lab protocols and experiments that I'm glad to hear "Uncle John's Bathroom reader" styled questions answered. I was relating this to a dear friend of mine at school and she informed me of another group of scientist that do only tests on Twinkies. I have been a fan of twinkies as long as I could remember because growing up it was the perfect dessert to share with my Nampa(Grandpa), and always with a pepsi. These twinkie scientists conduct tests on the spongy treat and then put there results in Haiku form. Brilliant. I haven't delved too far into their website, but if you feel inclined for a better understanding of you favorite hostess in three lines feel free to check it out at:

http://www.twinkiesproject.com/

2010-01-25T18:29:00.000-08:00

I might write a bit too much fluff in this blog, and sometimes the music itself should promote how I feel.

As of now I'm fingers-crossed for a chipper moment like this in the near future.

Leonid

2009-11-17T08:34:00.001-08:00

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!

2009-10-20T14:07:00.000-07:00

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.

2009-10-10T09:17:00.000-07:00

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

2009-10-07T11:00:00.000-07:00

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)

2009-09-26T18:18:00.000-07:00

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

2009-09-25T13:04:00.000-07:00

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...

2009-09-22T08:33:00.000-07:00

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.

2009-09-20T16:33:00.001-07:00

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

2009-09-14T15:29:00.000-07:00

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

2009-09-14T13:57:00.000-07:00

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.