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Wow, I really love how blogspot kept that formatted for me ::rollseyes:: why does technology hate me!?
Better yet, why does my CAR hate me? I couldn't make a left turn out of my work parking lot because I kept rolling back into the line of cars behind me. So I turned right, drove down the rode for a while until I found an abandoned factory parking lot and then turned right and headed home. But not before I tried to gun it in second and stalled out halfway into the turn. You know, I'm fairly sure I'm going to die pretty soon. I should start selling ticket: If You Want to See Jesus Ride In Car with Me.
This Friday I'm going to watch my co-worker's daughter perform Queen songs at her highschool choir concert. I'm really excited. But I'm not excited about working...I'm on this new preparing-for-road-travel-on-a-low-budget diet in which I sustain myself with only beef or chicken boulloin (is that how you spell it) broth in a thermos, as well as coffee...lots and lots of coffee...and Gushers. Holy crap, I'm obsessed with Gushers and other gummies. I'm a bad, vicefull person. But I know all of the lyrics to Baby Beluga and you probably don't, therefore I am better than you. Bitch. Okay, I'm done. For now.
Wednesday, May 14, 2008
Tuesday, May 13, 2008
Bicycle, Bicycle! I Want to Ride My Bicycle!
At work we've been obsessively listening to Queen (or maybe I'm the only one who has been listening obsessively) because one of the ladies' daughter will be performing Bohemian Rhapsody with her school choir on Friday. I can't stop thinking of Queen songs. I've tried to listen to other music, but it does not help with matters...
Agrhh! My aunt is having a Homemaker's Meeting in our living room and there are all these strange women giggling and exchanging polite conversation while all the while probably thinking very nasty things about one another and silently competing with each other in their heads. I'm afraid to go take a shower though I desperately need one...sometimes I feel that living here is like walking on eggshells.
I'm not really sure what I intend to find in California that does not exist here or anywhere else in the world, but I know that I was much happier when I lived there so I am just assuming that if I move back I will be happy again? That sounds bad, like I'm not happy here. I'm quasi-happy, which is something. It's better than being miserable, which I've spent plenty of time being. I just wish I had a secure avenue to finish school and get into the field that I wish to work in. Unfortunately I have no way of paying for school all at once and I continuously have to drop out. It's really discouraging, especially when all of my friends are about to graduate or already have. Kind of makes me feel incompetent actually...Not that I have too much control over the situation. I was born into a particular socio-economic group in our invisible caste system and moving upward is a hard deal. To move upward one must be educated and successful. So far I am neither. Well, depending on how you define success. I just want to do as much good as possible, because I am not sure if I'll ever get another chance, or if there is anything else to look foreward to in this existance.
All I want to do is ride my bicycle, dammit!
Leave, stupid women, leave! I need to shower!
Oh well...showering is overrated, as is freedom, money and happiness.
I want to ride my bicycle, I want to ride my bicycle...I'm just a poor boy from a poor family...
Agrhh! My aunt is having a Homemaker's Meeting in our living room and there are all these strange women giggling and exchanging polite conversation while all the while probably thinking very nasty things about one another and silently competing with each other in their heads. I'm afraid to go take a shower though I desperately need one...sometimes I feel that living here is like walking on eggshells.
I'm not really sure what I intend to find in California that does not exist here or anywhere else in the world, but I know that I was much happier when I lived there so I am just assuming that if I move back I will be happy again? That sounds bad, like I'm not happy here. I'm quasi-happy, which is something. It's better than being miserable, which I've spent plenty of time being. I just wish I had a secure avenue to finish school and get into the field that I wish to work in. Unfortunately I have no way of paying for school all at once and I continuously have to drop out. It's really discouraging, especially when all of my friends are about to graduate or already have. Kind of makes me feel incompetent actually...Not that I have too much control over the situation. I was born into a particular socio-economic group in our invisible caste system and moving upward is a hard deal. To move upward one must be educated and successful. So far I am neither. Well, depending on how you define success. I just want to do as much good as possible, because I am not sure if I'll ever get another chance, or if there is anything else to look foreward to in this existance.
All I want to do is ride my bicycle, dammit!
Leave, stupid women, leave! I need to shower!
Oh well...showering is overrated, as is freedom, money and happiness.
I want to ride my bicycle, I want to ride my bicycle...I'm just a poor boy from a poor family...
Sunday, May 11, 2008
Of Narcissism and Nodules (Mr.)
Speaking of narcissism, I am obsessively reading Anais Niin (am I making suggestions of the unsaid here?). Well, I mean, she does deal with narcissism in her work. So, is my car supposed to make the sound of metal grinding against metal when I go into fifth gear? Just wondering...
Ahem! Well, anyways...I watched Across the Universe again tonight. It made me wish I was back in Santa Rosa. Or that I had purpose in life. Or that I could sing like Dana Fuchs. One of those three things the movie made me feel. Or it made me wish I was on LSD, which is a more viable wish than all others. So what are you waiting for? Let's find Dr. Robert/Bono and drink the technocolored punch.
Woooooooohooooooooo!
It's much too late for me to be up and typing words of senslessness. I must awake early for work.
Ahem! Well, anyways...I watched Across the Universe again tonight. It made me wish I was back in Santa Rosa. Or that I had purpose in life. Or that I could sing like Dana Fuchs. One of those three things the movie made me feel. Or it made me wish I was on LSD, which is a more viable wish than all others. So what are you waiting for? Let's find Dr. Robert/Bono and drink the technocolored punch.
Woooooooohooooooooo!
It's much too late for me to be up and typing words of senslessness. I must awake early for work.
Saturday, May 10, 2008
Driving Miss Crazy
Miss Crazy being myself. So, needless to say I am in actuality driving other drivers crazy with my inability to correctly accellerate with my five-speed vehicle. I really do hope that 'practice makes perfect' because I will be practicing every day for the rest of my life until this vehicle dies. May Jesus spare you all.
In other news, now that I am a vehicle owner I know the true pain of gas prices: $50 to fill my tank, and I have a '95 sunfire, a little piddly thing that under normal non-Iraq War circumstances would probably take $20 to fill. At most. $50 is a lot of money, it's like 333.33333333333333333333333333333333333333333 packages of ramen noodles, which equals a year's supply of meals for my college-budget self. Such bullcrap, they raise tuition in order to encourage kids to join the army, hence the reason they offer so much money for 'college' aka training courses that will never transfer or be useful in anything, so you might as well get knocked up and have fifty kids and work full time and take advantage of the system. Dam, I mean, seriously. Beaver Dam.
Anyways, whatever. One day I'll be dead and none of this will matter.
Oh, and I'm moving to Sonoma County California in July. Or I'm leaving in July and taking a roadtrip out there. It will most likely be yay fun considering my ability to handle my car. I found a tent at Aldi for $20 (you know, the non-war price to fill my gas tank) and am planning on sleeping on the sides of the road and also maybe KOAs if I have the money. Mostly just wooded areas on the side of the road. I hope I don't get kidnapped and murdered before I reach Cali...But it's a possibility I've factored into my thought process. I miss Jamie!
In other news, now that I am a vehicle owner I know the true pain of gas prices: $50 to fill my tank, and I have a '95 sunfire, a little piddly thing that under normal non-Iraq War circumstances would probably take $20 to fill. At most. $50 is a lot of money, it's like 333.33333333333333333333333333333333333333333 packages of ramen noodles, which equals a year's supply of meals for my college-budget self. Such bullcrap, they raise tuition in order to encourage kids to join the army, hence the reason they offer so much money for 'college' aka training courses that will never transfer or be useful in anything, so you might as well get knocked up and have fifty kids and work full time and take advantage of the system. Dam, I mean, seriously. Beaver Dam.
Anyways, whatever. One day I'll be dead and none of this will matter.
Oh, and I'm moving to Sonoma County California in July. Or I'm leaving in July and taking a roadtrip out there. It will most likely be yay fun considering my ability to handle my car. I found a tent at Aldi for $20 (you know, the non-war price to fill my gas tank) and am planning on sleeping on the sides of the road and also maybe KOAs if I have the money. Mostly just wooded areas on the side of the road. I hope I don't get kidnapped and murdered before I reach Cali...But it's a possibility I've factored into my thought process. I miss Jamie!
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