Sunday, September 27, 2009

An Eluardian Instance, or Whatever

Yesterday the tennis team traversed to a far-away school to bout in some obscure, meaningless tournament we take part in every year. We ended up placing third out of four teams, receiving no recognition or physical acknowledgment of even going there. For the most part, the air was chilled, making everything beautiful miserable. I tried as much as I could to disconnect myself from the drab, slipping buds into my ears leading to a shuffled up iPod. This was eleven hours of my day. On the twelfth hour, we rode home. I began worrying about time- all the stressful things that have yet to be done, whether I will ever see my friends past high school and what I will do with my life. Like in all of my other moments of desperation, I fell asleep. When I woke up, "Indiana" by Cymbals Eat Guitars played in my buds, the bus was passing by a corn field where a Peregrine Falcon was flying low over the corn. I think of myself as a logical person and takes this for what this is, but it still invoked an emotion, and not many things do. If anything, it was a sign that everything I'm going to do may be worth it and everything that's going to happen will happen.

Winesburg, Ohio may be the best book I've ever read.

Oh, and I'm applying to colleges. My number one choice is this school called Emerson College in Boston. So far, it's the only school that requires a short piece of work, so I worked this up today and hope that they like it.





Wednesday, September 23, 2009

Top Ten Albums of This Decade from Someone Who's Only Been Listening to Music for a Decade and is Unaware How to Properly Capitilize Titles

I stress the album part of it (sorry, Kid A).

Sufjan Stevens – Come on, Feel the Illinoise!












Radiohead – In Rainbows












Arcade Fire – Funeral












Of Montreal – Hissing Fauna, Are You The Destroyer?












Bright Eyes – I’m Wide Awake, It’s Morning












Grizzly Bear – Veckatimest












French Kicks - Swimming












Andrew Bird - Armchair Apocrypha












LCD Soundsystem – Sound of Silver












The National – Boxer













Here are some close calls that I felt were worth mentioning.

Dashboard Confessional - The Swiss Army Romance
Peter Bjorn and John – Writer’s Block
Animal Collective – Merriweather Post Pavilion
TV on the Radio – Return to Cookie Mountain
St. Vincent - Actor
Phoenix - United
Arcade Fire - Neon Bible
Sufjan Stevens – Seven Swans
Spoon - Ga Ga Ga Ga Ga
Fleet Foxes - Fleet Foxes
Jens Lekman – Night Falls Over Kortedala
Vampire Weekend - Vampire Weekend

I'm gonna take a nap.

Tuesday, September 15, 2009

A Quick Post

My sleep schedule has run town, been sleeping around, and isn't coming back any time soon.

I'm going to talk about tennis again because it's the only thing going on in my life.


Today we beat Pike in a close 3-2 match. Our one singles player, Tyler Scanlan, lost a tough match. For every match, for whatever reason, someone makes cookies for the players. I usually don't feel well enough to eat them but today I wanted to eat them with some dinner (Easy Mac and cottage cheeeeeze). Tyler, meanwhile, is talking to some people who I think are college scouts or whatever.

And here I walk by, carrying five cookies and looking like a moron.

I've decided to put a song at the end of my movie.

Spoiler alert. Edward Cullen dies at the end.

This is not the song.

Thursday, September 3, 2009

Rise above. Rise above.

I haven't posted on here in nearly a month. Most nights I'll slump home around seven, look up some blogs or listen to music, and then roll around to nursing my school work. It's a nice little routine, but I don't think I'll keep it up much longer.

Today at my tennis match Michael Kohlmann and I took on these two kids, one tall and skinny and the other bigger. We took an early lead and eventually took the match. The two weren't really that into it, and were mildly getting themselves down. It was pretty subtle though. I mean, I've played kids who scream at me for no apparent reason. On one changeover, their coach called them over and began yelling at the tall skinny kid, asking, "If you're going to have that attitude, then you can just get off the court!" The kid didn't even say a word the whole match. My mom called out to the coach yelling at the boy, causing him to turn around and squabble with her. Later, my mom was speaking with the big kid's mom. She said something to the effect of, "Oh, he should have been kicked off the team a while ago. He never performs and always has a bad attitude and cusses." I remembered that this team's coach had a big problem with cussing, especially saying the Lord's name in vain. It is true that I am religious in nature, but things like this are why I am so cynical in respect to the culture.

Here's the good part.

She capped it off with, "I mean, his dad died not too long ago and that was a big messy deal. He's just been sulking on the court. It's a shame coach is having my boy play with him." The coach's dad, who is their assistant coach, later approached my mom to tell her off. The two coaches and this kid's mother would later congregate and gossip about my mom and her Perry Township school board seat. The coach called our home not to long ago to argue further. A grown-ass adult.

I frankly couldn't give a shit about the reasoning for why the coach was angry. He would probably object to my language, but I can sincerely say that there is a special, freezing circle in Hell for a fucker like that who has such little regard for human life.

This reminds me of another story concerning my dignified language choice. I was working on homework on the floor in my room when a spider came crawling across the room. It startled me, opting me to grab a nearby shoe and smash the beast several times, yelling with each strike, "BOOM, MOTHER FUCKER! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!" That was pretty bad, but I feel as though saying horrible words probably speaks less about my character than having no sincerity for a kid whose dad died.

Those cunt muscles.

More and more I'm feeling as though high school is a synthetic environment that I am above.

I fucking hate spiders.

I do, however, love Keyboard Cats. I made this for you.



Creative Writing Club is broadcasting its 50th video tomorrow. We have a long way to go before our work is done. I'm sporadically working on my movie Return to Danger Mountain. It's very exciting and rewarding. I deeply hope that it isn't awful.

Here's our 50th video. Cheers.



Here's where we started. I get sentimental when I watch some of these.



Mew's new album is great- and an actual album.



This jingle's been on my mind, as well.



Sleep tight.