Month: January 2012

Saturday morning became Sunday morning awfully quickly through a combination of brewery tour, local bar, monopoly, and a party. I’ll admit, I barely remember the party. You know you were drunk when you only vaguely recall the last five or six hours of the night. All brewery tours should be $10 for all you can drink beer. And a take…

Reading the last Ira Levin book in the sun this morning. Just like every other book by him, it’s fast-paced and involving without ever digging too deep. It’s remarkable really. He writes in such a way that the book is fun to read and memorable, but it never feels like a challenge, like you’re required to do anything. It’s like…

I haven’t gotten very much sleep this week and I don’t think it’s affected me poorly. This is a good sign. Every night, I thought to myself, I’ll be in bed by 11 and sleep until 7 and wake up feeling refreshed. But Skyrim, mostly, kept me up until past midnight and then I had to brush my teeth and…

I could probably live, perhaps thrive, in Chicago. Downtown, I mean. Not out in the burbs, my usual haunt, but in with the people and the skyscrapers and that funny rotten egg smell that seems to know no season. In a way, I think my mind equates skyscrapers with mountains – tall things that I’m eager to ascend. That connection…

I did go to Chicago this weekend, so I actually have real (boring) stories about actual, physical things I’ve done. As opposed to introspective, depressing bullshit. Unfortunately, I am well and truly too tired to get into it right now. Whoops! But this will serve as a nice reminder tomorrow night when I’m about to get all angsty. No need,…

I was listening to one of my guilty pleasure songs of the moment this evening, a pop-punk trifle by Hot Chelle Rae, and I realized quite suddenly that I’ve surpassed that age where I can successfully start and market my own pop-punk group. I’ll admit, I’m only 23 (or 24, I forget). But any true pop-punk marvel has its roots…

I know with a more-than-fair degree of accuracy who’s going to be reading my posts here. Late at night, alone, sad, in bed, I often toss that knowledge aside and assume that the people just gots ta know. But they don’t, usually. I think of this xanga/blog as a personal journal generally. It’s why you’ll see these stream of consciousness…

After MSU’s basketball loss to U of M this evening, I ran two miles in under 16 minutes. I think if I really pushed myself I could hit a seven minute mile relatively easily. I may already have, I forget. Regardless, I’m probably in much better shape than I’ve been in for years. I should try out for a team…

I can scare myself pretty easily. Honestly make myself jump and twitch and check over my shoulder. It doesn’t take much – just darkness and my brain. I went out for a midnight walk to clear my head. The sky was vast and dark, the lights of the city a dim, distant glow riding the horizon. A cold, hard wind…

I think it was my mom who always told me that taking an interest in people gets them to like you. Or that’s how you make friends, or attract girls, or a combination of all those things over multiple discussions. It’s an idea that I have taken to heart and I think by this point in my life I’ve grown…