Marooned.

2009-04-17T10:06:00.000-07:00

Ha, what an unnecessarily depressing and bleak heading I wrote. Not sure it really means anything.
Yesterday I found tattered "The Lion the witch and the Wardrobe" In one of these junk filled buildings, I can't recall ever reading it, and now, I actually want to haha. After all, theres something very familiar in it's pages.
People here are so twofaced, not all, but some indeed. It's quite sad, since it's a Bible school and people still sit in lectures and act holy as they sing and then turn around and be rotten, selfish, uncaring, and downright disrespectful. But there are others that are encouraging in their ways and true character, thank the Lord.
I actually really want a good beer right now, which is really odd.
They are only communal showers unless I want to wlk across campus.
I actually miss home already, and certain things at home even more.
It's a shame to feel like you're doing something wrong when you work hard.
I can't help but look at these woods and dream of running into them and the wild and never coming back.
they have really great water.
I've eaten a lot of candy since being here, I think I'm trying to replace something but it's hard to say what. Or perhaps it's just it's more obvious than I think.
I'm thankful for my roommate, he's probably the only guy I could bear rooming with here haha. His story's, humour, and general good hearted nature are a relief from many here.
Everything is moss-coated, I love it.
I wish I was a deep thinker.
Pray after events work in a way that is pleasing, fullfilling, adventurous, and growth inducing.
I cannot say why things happened in such timing, but I trust God it has it's reason and purpose, and I like it very much still.

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2009-04-15T12:27:00.000-07:00

This may be a renewal in an attempt to type out thoughts I can in no other way conjour. May it be viewed in moderation.

Drei (a photo guide).

2008-04-14T14:14:00.001-07:00

From top to bottom, in no real chronological order.

I. Castle near Bacharach on the Rein River.
II. Discovering or 1500 century hotel in Bacharach.
III. Bacharach.
IV. Bicycles farther than the eye can see, somewhere in Amsterdam.
V. Beautiful but not typical homes in Amsterdam.
VI. View from the canal or "the 7 bridges".
VII. Cologne Catherdral in Koln.
VIII. Pork knuckle, beer, sourcrout, sausage, etc.
IX. The grave of Oscar Wilde in Paris (nearby: the grave of Jim Morrison and Chopin).
X. The Eiffel Tower light show or the postcard photo.
XI. A one night stand girl from Paris, she was slightly depressing.
XII. Brooding at the Louvre.
XIII. The Olympic torch.
XIV. a fraction of Paris.
XV. Notre Dame.
XVI. The Louvre.

Drei.

2008-04-14T13:47:00.000-07:00

Hallo again my long away friends, You find me in Germany today, and the first day I've had internet access for a week or so. It's 155 in Seattle, yet 1155pm here, it feels much later. Again, I won't flounder about too many words, details may hopefully arrive on here later, I'll just say Paris was great, though hardly seen due to it's vast size (though I'd say we saw the essentials). Amsterdam was next and was quite a pleasant surprise as I found it both hectic, crowded, and trashy in parts (this was not the surprise part) yet quaint, calm, charming, and beautiful in other parts. I fell asleep to steeple bells and a school choir (at one time singing Coldplay) and wandered the town with the millions (literally) of bicycles. Germany has been truly medieval. Koln one the Rein river was home to one gargantuin catherdral, a brilliantly old and creaky hotel and a pork knuckle as long as my forearm (yet wider...) which I devoured, in time, with sourcrowt and beer. Then Bacharach after a river cruise was just a dream town surrounded by castles, hills, vineyards, the rein again, and walls. We shared Ice wine with a lady recovering from a broken back who Praised God for her still living. I also stumbled upon an Irish folk concert at their local church. My favorite town thus far. Then after 4 train transfers and one bus ride through everyday Germany we landed in Rothenburg ob der Tauber (which you should google) for a truly mediavel town with fortress walls, remains of a moat, watch towers, houses from the 1400s and a nightwatchman who guided us through a history lesson. Now we're in Munich, which I know nothing about thus far. Stay tuned. Ta.

Deux.

2008-04-06T12:30:00.000-07:00

Right now, I'm tired, quite. Paris has been interesting and uncomfortable, the internet forces this blogging website to French, sigh, oh the french. I miss London already. Let me show you.

One.

2008-04-04T15:05:00.000-07:00

I'm Leaving London tomorrow. I'll post something of substance later. Heres a teaser though

Things Change.

2008-02-12T19:21:00.000-08:00

.... But I t3end to stay relatively the same....

Yikes, that was a non-stop flight to a dead end.

Now can smeone tell me why where one can go to escape the ever crawling throngs of people who tend to be on the verge of complete depletion of descency? Perhsps it's only the places uexplored, uncultured, unknown, or similar? Perhaps it's the next town over>? the next state? Country? Planet? etc? Perhaps Earth as we jknow it knows no such place? Perhaps it's everywhere I'm not? Fact is, most people I meet are exactly tthe type perfect in our culture. You know (or not) they are selfcenterd (completely), overendulgent (grossly), inconsiderate (totaly), unfriendly (always), and on and on. Ugghh. It's undoubtably hard to slollow, yet it's everywhere among what friends I have, it aplies to nearly every stranger I can recall and it simply mkes life less pleasent. Why is it this way? Is it so hard to fathom that you yourself where more kind and friendly and selfless that you might make somenes day? and that they may then act that way as well? And that maybe if more people tryed acting this way, genuinely, then more and more people might live the same way? Oh yes, I suppose it is, thank you common sense for reminding me, people arent nice by nature. Sigh. What an enigma, what a travesty. I think I'll simply go wherever the nice people are. Aka, where people arent. Aka do the selfish thing and run. Aka give up.

On a pleasant note, I'll be off to a European excursion (London, Paris, Germany, Vienna, Salzburg, and then wherever the wind may sway me) as well as a 8 week stay at Capernwray, which is to be glorious (to God and in general). If I return, I'll tell you all about it, or if your lucky, I'll mention key events here.

Update of what Ive done
-Video games (FFVII, FFVIII, Okami, Suikoden V, Pirates, Mega Man, Soul Calibur....)
-Work = construction = wet/cold = sore = $
-sewing = sewing
-and thats really all. Ha. I saw some people wh dont apply to above as well.

Ta.

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Trrees....

2007-12-05T21:14:00.000-08:00

The Battle of The Trree Farm!We Came.
We Warred.
We lowered our standards.
We Scoured.
And finally, We smote our foe.

And I have been replaced, by Greg! Woe is me! Oh how cruel is the life I live! How disasterifically horrid are my comings! And how grotestly, macabretically, sorrowfully, are my forlorn goings! WHOOHAA. Aren't you glad I posted? Hmmm?

2007-11-27T00:55:00.000-08:00

Cross your fingers friends. The job hunt must grow more vigorous and I am to try my hand at modeling once again. Life's far to short to doddle. So there hasbeen no sanctuary for one such as me in the realm of daily feelings. I'm tired, in a sort of spread way, I'm irritable, my stomach consistantly feels uneasy, I frequently find my head to throb. What is the matter with me? Can not working make you ill? I'm starting to wonder..... Regardless, one must fight on, and I like to consider myself a fighter, if not a lazy sort of fighter. So, I shant give up yet, and neither should you if such times of sorrow find you. Besides, someones looking out for you whether you like it or not.

On another note, my room has never been cleaner. So there.

Oh! You won't believe it, but, Wednesday through Friday of this week, my father and I are taking a motorcycle class. One in which we learn how to ride, defensively, and actually do ride, and in the end recieve a motorcycle license. Of course, one must pass. It should be an interesting experience. Pray for us haha.

If you must know, thanksgiving was pleasant. The days surrounding it where mostly pleasant as well. More pleasant than most days in general on some occasions. Take care.

2007-11-18T03:48:00.000-08:00

Thiss is karen Dalton, she sings like billy holiday, but plays guitar and banjo. Known to be a great inspiration to the likes of Dylan and many more. She is so great, and moving. I hear she died in 1996 on the streets of NY, homeless and alone, at some old age. God bless her.

And clearly I cannot sleep. Ta.

Pity, it feels like a friday....

2007-11-13T22:23:00.000-08:00

Today Today Today Today Today is my birthday. Phew. Wears me thin. 22 years, and I'm still at home kicking around the long settled dust which covers all I own, and me. What does it take to find your place? What does it take to make a living? Happily? I'm 22 and I dont know, all I do is dream empty dreams. Fleeting. Empty. Dreams. One second a passion burns in my soul, the next, I've forgotten about it completely. What is that? Bloody madness leading strait to nowhere. Pish posh, enough of the pity party. I'm alive, er, sort of, I've a few friends, a family who loves me, more shit than anyone could ever need, I'll be gifted a venture of a lifetime in a time, I've got it good. And I know where I'm going when I die, I've got the gift, and thats the best thing out there. So sure life aint so bad. At any rate, yesterday was excellent, today was good, tomorrow has some act to follow. Good luck with that. And with that I've lost the will to be awake any longer. I'll post something less depressing later.

2007-11-08T15:27:00.001-08:00

Have you see this film? If not, put it on your to do list on the double mate. Great actors, great story, great twists, great music, great period, great clothes, great film. Makes me want to cut my hair, buy some outstanding suits, look respectable, and indulge in a life of con and crime.

look down.

2007-11-06T19:24:00.000-08:00

The pumpkin is Jack the Pumpkin King. FYI.

(if they made sense, would you be mad as well?).

2007-11-06T19:07:00.000-08:00

So I "lost" my wallet last week, canceled some cards, mourned the loss of greens, and abused my steering wheel. But today I got a new license and my word the DMV is quite an unbelievable melting pot. The rich the poor, the black, the brown, the red, the yellow, the green, the blue, the white, tha gangsta, the gangster, the mother, the child, and their dog were all there in somewhat even distribution and then me. I felt as though I'd walked into imigration or someplace of the sort. It was quite the experience. Thogh I've no stories of interest to speak of from the event. Haha. My picture should be a kick hoha.

I was playing guitar, wait, no I was trying to play guitar today and I've come to realize something dreadful. I will never be an accomplished guitar player. I cannot for the life of me, no really, play chords where you bar a bridge or whatever you call it. I'm incapable, completely. The reason for this is the awful truth that my left elbow is mangled. It's warped in such a way that prevents me from extending my arm fully (think the opposite of double jointed elbows) and cannot even with pressure twist fully to the left or thumb wise. So in essence, I'm mained, and unless I come to playing as if I were left handed, I will forever be incapable of becoming seasoned. Woe is me. Hah!

I did kinda learn a song though haha. I shall now sow, cause I can.

You should count the "I"s in this entry, there must be at least 30. IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII these don't count.

Be well children of ___________.

Quickly.

2007-11-05T22:25:00.000-08:00

Let me just say, I was born in the wrong era.

2007-11-04T19:52:00.001-08:00

For the kiddies.

And in other news.........

2007-11-04T19:34:00.000-08:00

And in other news...........

I've no job still.

yesterday coffee was drunk, Queen Ann was tread upon, Lucy said "farewell," 10 or so shops were perused, traffic was weaved, dinner was ate, tactics was played.

the day before yesterday coffee was drunk, wallet was lost, steering wheel punched, repeatedly, cards were blocked, dinner was ate, a party was missed, tactics was played.

the day before the day before yesterday coffee was drunk, careers were pursued, clothing was changed tactics was played.

the day before the day before the day before yesterday coffee was drunk, jobs were pursued, make-up was applied, hair was arranged, transformation completed, in route to the North, dinner was ate, pumpkins were impaled, films were watched, tactics was thought of.

the day before the day before the day before the day before yesterday coffee was drunk, thats all I remember.

What a life.

(Run through a wall on an elephants back hauling a mother by her railroad track).

2007-11-04T19:01:00.000-08:00

Excuse my absence. I've been rather caught up with things, including final fantasy tactics, friends, clothes, and complete states of tiredness. All of which there is no good reason.

You may be wondering (or not though you will be) about some distant reverie. Enjoy it.

So, when last we heard of our friend the Dark Lord, he was lamenting his worldly desire of film appreciation. No, this has not wavered much, but we may now check a number off our list. He watched the Darjeeling Limited today, with a girl he once know from jr. high. Indeed you may already know, he was delighted to have this opportunity (to see the film that is) and was experienced with minor anxious thoughts. The girl, however, was not so thrilled, skeptical from the start she required some reassurance in regards to the films quality or appeal. Regardless of her ideas about the film, it was watched. In the start, the short film received little assistance (oddly) from Natalie's bare self and left our friend a tad undone and annoyed. Luckily, the feature to follow was a drastic increase in pleasntries.
Mr. Murray always brightens his day making this film start very well. Immediately jumping into the brothers relationships with one another, one feel as though they have been seeing them interact for hours and knows each man's traits. As they go allong, their interactions with one another remain entertaining, their grey suits a staple. The film turns, and sways, and droops, and runs as the actors do the same, all while a brotherhood of three is rekindled. In the end it was a delight, you like, love, and find yourself disappointed with each character till the end, even one as trivial as Bill Murray's "the business man." The Dark Lord went home happy and inspired in randomness, and the girl? She went home wishing she'd watched something else. Sign, oh well.

(Cause man, crazy people smell funny ya know?).

2007-10-28T18:29:00.000-07:00

There are but three movies I'd wish to see in the near future. They are as listed.

Reasons why?
Reason one: The kid from Almost Famous (Patrick Fugit) plays the lead once again.
Reason two: I sounds slightly twisted, though a comedy.
Reason three: Tom Waits Co-stars, and really, thats reason enough.

Next:

Reasons Why?
Reason one: It invloves the Spanish Armada, which certainly attracts my attention.
Reason two: The cast, I admire the top three greatly, and perhaps others also.
Reason three: Red hair, is hot.

Next:

Reasons why?
Reason one: Oh hell, I'm sure one could guess.

So, who is with me? No one? Don't make me watch these films alone now kiddies.

Oh, by the way, we stumbled across a cafe today in old town Tacoma today called art & soul. It appeared to be a little shop which had not only espresso, but gelato, pastries, painting and pottery stations for crafting right there in the shop. They also had one sign for pottery lessons. Such a good idea to be sure. Tomorrow I'll be headed there, looking to inquire about a job and to inquire about the art and coffee. The spot looks amazing.....

Of the past two days.

2007-10-28T00:28:00.000-07:00

Yesterday I was properly introduced to greater Edmonds. It was quaint, quiet, and had some rather charming qualities. The initial coffee was lovely and a fantastic way to start out the venture. Lucy had a hazelnut latte, Bridget ate a little breakfast burrito, Finn had nothing, and I had an Irish cream latte. It was then, after being pestered by pesky old fellows we went for a wee jont around the town. We passed a dead garden, a hole in the pavement, and little shops of various nature most of which were paid little notice. We did stop into a stone/shell/trinket/meteorite shop which was certainly interesting (though nothing was purchased). Moving forward, we came to the magical ferry which travels through a portal strait to Kingston, Jamaica. A bit of perusing the shore there found the use of my camera for the first time. And wandering the stony point and beach, we laughed at funny people passing by, posed for shots, threw rocks, and flipped some birds (Ehhemm....). And after some debate, we weren't to take a magical ferry ride, pity. wandering back to our vehicles, we chatted and laughed, poking our curiosity into the windows of a few shops till this Edmonds was left in our wake. Some Highlights there:

After a run back to the Spiro's we walked to a nearby beach, watched the sunset, made our way back, and we then ate. Dinner was great (Thanks very much Mrs. Spiro). It was then a relaxing time of chatting it up for the remainder. Such a grand day.

Today now, was a day of prep and party. My sisters 24th was celebrated with her surprise and a few friends, food, drinks (white Russians, I thank you), games, and gifts. It was all together a pleasant gathering though I did in time find myself caught up in a game of Zelda on the super Nintendo (not my idea....surprisingly). And a bit light of head, ahaha.

In other news, I may have an interview with the Tully's coffee store near my home, which I've no idea whether I should be excited about or depressed about. But regardless, I'm going to see how it fairs, though my search shall continue no matter the result. But, the question still remains, Capernwray?

I want to be a pirate.

(Bang).

2007-10-23T19:46:00.000-07:00

I've noothing really to post, I'm doing this out of boredom and unwillingness to move. Today I shoveled rock infested dirt aaround a house foundation of a family friend that I occasionally assist, because he is old and has money. I missed a memorable shot of a foggy sunrise on the trip towards to the site which sparked in my wee mind that this day would be off in a way I wouldn't know. And so it was, I inevitably became a dirty, sweaty, ponytailed, dirtman (which made getting lunch a bit of fun I must admit). Alas, the day exhausted me, so here I am. Glory! I neeeeeeeed a job my friend. I did get a japanese text art/bible for my favorite game today in the mail, which is exciting, though I can only read a handlefull of words in the entire book. But, it is only in Japanese, no english version, so I care very little. It shall entertain occasionally, at best. I also received my credit card bill..... why did I have to buy that bloody gameboy? I have little income, yet I spend, what a fool I am. Heh.

I'm out of things to say for now, not that any of the above was worth saying but alas it is writin, so it shall be shown. And since I'm (less than) speechless, allow me to show you a few things, various things, things of grandeur and pointlessness "Things" is an amazing word.

Compliments of Poverty Bay Coffee.

Joe Lloyd the benevolent.

Possibly the most outstanding look the runway has ever seen for men.
My utmost favorite musician, Devendra Banhart. For sure.

I just love this photo too much, simply look at Chris's swagger. Thanks to Lucy and Josh for pirate night.

Edward Gorey's finest.

The Aurora Borealis.

Sigh.......

And in ending, here are some lyrics by Mr. Tom waits.......

The bats are in the belfry
the dew is on the moor
where are the arms that held me
and pledged her love before
and pledged her love before

(Chorus)
It's such a sad old feeling
the fields are soft and green
it's memories that I'm stealing
but you're innocent when you dream
when you dream
you're innocent when you dream

Running through the graveyard
we laughed my friends and I
we swore we'd be together
until the day we died
until the day we died

It's such a sad old feeling
the fields are soft and green
it's memories that I'm stealing
but you're innocent when you dream
when you dream
you're innocent when you dream

I made a golden promise
that we would never part
I gave my love a locket
and then I broke her heart
and then I broke her heart

It's such a sad old feeling
the fields are soft and green
it's memories that I'm stealing
but you're innocent when you dream
when you dream
you're innocent when you dream

Ta.

All Work And No Play Makes Jack A Dull Boy. All Work And No Play Makes Jack A Dull Boy. All Work And No Play Makes Jack A Dull Boy.

2007-10-21T16:01:00.000-07:00

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I'll shall take this opportunity to say I shall never proof read anything I may write in here. Just spell check. Thank you for listening.

(Because really now, he IS mad ater all).

2007-10-21T15:21:00.000-07:00

I really have nothing to write about, but, I don't want to play with my prissy little dog. I have not a thing on my plate as we speak, yet, I remain with a heaping mound of something directly in front of my plate. The mound of course holds no form yet but it is to become the frame, the molding, the pieces of everything I do from this day forward. So what pray tell makes this mound start spitting out even an inkling of potential? Or is it just me? Does this all lean on my diving into the muck and sift all in my path to find that precious morsel? Probably. Spose I'm, too lazy, too ambitiousless to take that fateful step. Or is there a fateful step at all? Nothing is linear, at least in life, unless we try our darnest to make it so. Then do I feel like nothings changed for so long? Save for new friends and old friends left behind in their pile of garbage they drag around everywhere they go. I'm sure my questioning is for naught, for sure, I know the answer. Just go, just do what calls, or go to what doesn't. though it's strange, if we have free will, while God's will is overseeing the progress (or lack of) of our lives, doesn't he know what our next move is? The why ca't there be a go here sign? Haha, silly, I know, but I can't take a suggestion from my parent or friend as a sign that that is my intended path. I'm sure though that I just have to bloody well be ready for lots of failures going every which way I go, Because I am absolutely bound to do so. But then where do I go? I've but moderate passions that are as fleeting as my love for a given song. Once it's played out, it's hard to even bear. Even now, the fashion community disgusts me, I hate myself everytime I buy a brand name, especially for a substantial amount. I own a few items from Dior, and wish so much I never did, yet I won't sell them, because their my burden to bear now, and I don't like sharing my burdens. But the point is I may in a year have no interest in clothing at all, Or I may be a burning fanatic, and thats a large risk for anyone, I think. What would you do? What would be wise in this? I can't do everything I long to do for a living, time would not permit, Life would not permit. GAhhh. I just need a lucky break and then pour on some gasoline and wood. Oh the frustration, i's quite pathetic. And running away won't solve much I'm sure, unless I run down some path of blazing of my future. Or die, ha, that be uneventful. Somebody hold me to something! heh, whoever has read this far, I love you, your clearly mad, but in a most pleasant way. Besides you could never be as mad as I, though you may try. I spose I'll play with my dog now, after running in circles it seems appropriate to play with a dog. Ciao.

(for in them are pictures of bunnies, on balls).

2007-10-21T15:12:00.001-07:00

More from before. (I spy a glitch in this system).

2007-10-20T00:23:00.000-07:00

One would find it appropriate to display these photos while the blustery weather was still present for some further effect. So, here they are, I liked them, especially the sea shots, not sure why, spose they seem mysterious in some way in which I cannot venture to guess. Well some of them. They appear very distant. Oh hell, you decide, I don't know. Bloody analysing.

So my sister, Greg, and myself went out to Renton to view the film 3:10 to Yuma. I was excellent, the best western I've seen I should like to think. The visuals were fantastic, the clothing was utterly appropriate, memorable, and inspiring. It even held some wit in it's dialogue. If you've not yet seem it, you should. It had so many great elements. So there.

There is absolutely no structure to this picture set up, and it was all meant to do something completely different. Ah well, You must embrace and kiss disorder on the cheek on occasion, disorder needs love to you know.

I do love the strange positioning for writings to end up with this set up though, certainly adds to the bizzare arrangement. I only hope it looks just this way when posted. Good Lord! I'm going to p[ost this fit of rambles. Heaven help anyone who reads this. It is clear I have far to much time on my hands. I need a job. Well, now this thing just booted off about 5 or so [pictures, so I'm done. Tom waits is calling me home, and NO ONE should keep Tom waiting. Well someone shoud, but not me, oh no, not me.

I hope tomorrow excedes my expectations.

Call it Fate.

2007-10-19T01:56:00.000-07:00

While lurking the blogs of those who will go unnamed, I, without thinking, commented on one such a post which also shall not be named and low and behold I was indeed already a member. Gasp. Read that gasp sarcastically, thank you. So I decided, at 2:00 am, that I may as well get this rubbish underway. I am awfully trending you know and everyone's doing it so I knew well I must jump on board. Pathetic. I won't lie, you've influenced me, and again I won't lie, I enjoy the idea of friends reading my babbling, for their and my own entertainment (or annoyance, disgust, what-have-you). Though bear in mind, I am often lazy, and am a poor typer so this may be a rare thing to see (a post of course). Also, expect a great deal of empty thoughts, ha!

I will say swiftly that I find some people's blogs (or certain posts) very impressive, moving, deep, humorous, and more so. Keep it up, your an inspiration to the meek and weary, like me.

That is all, you are dismissed.