Head is in Heaven, Soles are in Hell

Oh how it's been so long, I'm so sorry I've been gone, I've been busy writing stuff for you!

Well not really. I've been playing hours upon hours of Pokemon. Caught up on Platinum, which I bought my freshman year! and HeartGold. That doesn't mean I haven't thought of stuff to write.


Watch this video. It's pretty creepy but I found it really interesting and it's an inspiration for one of the posts I'll be adding soon.


It's based off of The Mysterious Stranger by Mark Twain. I picked up the book, which contained many other short stories by Twain, about two weeks before school ended and spent a bulk of my free time reading it. It is very very good however unlike the video I posted, it isn't the actual SATAN, but his nephew with the same name. The ending however is very disappointing and anti-climatic. This is probably due to the fact that Twain passed away before completing any of the versions of The Mysterious Stranger.

Enjoy! and don't wet yourself

Forget Work, it's All Play at the End of the Day

I AM DONE WITH FINALS!!

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I will never underestimate the urgency of studying right up to the final. Luckily for me, my two easiest finals were on the first day. I knocked out English and New Testament last Tuesday. I know I aced New Testament but I felt really guilty about not knowing the answers to about 3 questions. I really enjoyed that class and I felt I should have known the answers. Dr. Neesley is such a great professor. If I could put as much effort and energy as he does into what I do, then perhaps I could really balance all the things I juggle in my life.

Speaking of New Testament, I rested on Wednesday and prepared for my next 4 finals, which I called the 4 horsemen of Finals. I had a 14 page Theoretical Physics test to study for. No easy picnic. I never really learned line/surface/volume integrals so I spaced out on those questions. Friday I had Linear Algebra, not a bad horseman. I knocked his ass down that horse, but later that day I got jousted by the 10 page horseman of Biophysics. I literally felt like tearing that test. Although I like the notion of differential equations and solving them, I was ill-prepared for that final.

I just finished my Ordinary Differential Equations final. I was expecting the last horseman to be the worst of all, because Dr. Benitez knows how to write a challenging test, and although the test I just took was challenging, I did not feel like crying and puking all over my test. I am a little sleep deprived but I am freeee. I have much I have thought about.

A day of playing nothing but Pokemon should be good detox.



To everyone who still has or is starting finals: Good Luck

I also have a Tumblr... which I update a little more regularly
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I'm the chemist who found the formula to make your heart swell and burst

Dear Chemistry,

     I remember when I first saw you; I was determined to get to know you. I had been thinking of you the summer before my sophomore year in high school. So much so that I read all about you, so that when the school year began, I’d be ready to make my move. You seemed so alluring at first, but then I began to notice the little things, like your long oh so long list of positive and negative ions, or the fact that your experiments left me with a bad taste in my mouth (I’m not lying). I kept my composure and I told myself that I still found other aspects of you interesting to keep my attention. You didn’t seem to mind when I started to pay more attention to physics. You accepted the fact that I decided to have both of you going into college, because who likes a long distance relationship anyway?

      We had our ups and downs, and when we got to our Organic Chemistry I phase, you were getting to be a handful. Spending more time with physics and math (yes I started seeing math in a new light, call me a pig), I began re-evaluating our situation. Despite the final disaster of Organic Chemistry II, where I put in so much time memorizing and writing out all your reaction mechanisms, I still thought we could make it. Going into junior year, I realized you were only my major on paper. I didn’t even have you in a single class.


      Going into the next semester, I have decided to break things off and just stick with physics and minor in math. We had our good and bad times, but I just can’t find the time to fit you in my schedule.  Besides, I think a solo physics degree covering all the physics courses at HBU is a stronger degree than basically having a degree with two giant minors.

Call me Winnie the Pooh, Don't Make Me Steal Your Honey

I wish I could tie the hands of time. But that would ruin the 2nd law of thermodynamics and then entropy would just fly out the window. Good, let it crash. I am too involved in a lot of things. My incessant need to take on more than I can chew and spit the leftovers in the faces of those who doubt me is getting to be a big stressor. Thankfully I am no longer plagued with 3-4 hours of sleep a night. I’ve been getting 6 to 7 hours of sleep and it feels great. I can actually just think and do, instead of discerning my thought processes and doubts if I’m doing something the right way, both morally and mathematically. Run-on sentences aside, I think it’s time for me to go into Phoenix mode. This week is going to suck^6.

Monday, it just hit me, is my biggest money earning day.

9a.m.-10a.m. I have to tutor any and all kinds of math
10a.m.-NOON: class
Noon- 2p.m.: work in the computer lab
2-4: lab assistant for Claycomb’s Physics I lab
5-10:30ish: Academy Sports + Outdoors, the right stuff the right price.

Here are the Cliff’s notes on the list: 2 hours of class, a minimum of 10 hours of working.

Thankfully I ♥ $$$

I hate my English class. My teacher seems to think my essays suck. She read one of my paragraphs in class because she thought it was pretty good, but when she handed it to me, I saw a mahfuggin 88 on it. That’s my highest grade on an essay.
Theoretical physics may just be my best class. That sucks because I am barely pulling an A on it. Well actually now that I think about it, I have an A in New Testament. Ordinary Differential Equations is a big time consumer and the way Dr. Benitez teaches, she really hammers every aspect of it to solidify equations and eigenvalues and shet into my head. I don’t care though, she gave me the job as a math tutor, so as long as I’m earning money based on what my grades say I’m good at, I’m fine with it.

Biophysics is such a weird class. I can see myself doing really well on it, but I’m not. It sucks that we only meet Wednesday and Friday because I honestly find some of the topics interesting.
BACK TO WORK

Anyone reading this, you are invited to HSO’s FRIGHT NIGHT on Thursday @ HBU’s McNair Hall.

The Portraits

There was a hunter in the woods, who, after a long day hunting, was in the middle of an immense forest. It was getting dark, and having lost his bearings, he decided to head in one direction until he was clear of the increasingly oppressive foliage. After a what seemed like hours, he came across a cabin in a small clearing. Realizing how dark it had grown, he decided to see if he could stay there for the night. He approached, and found the door ajar. Nobody was inside. The hunter flopped down on the single bed, deciding to explain himself to the owner in the morning. As he looked around, he was suprised to see the walls adorned by many portraits, all painted in incredible detail. Without exception, they appeared to be staring down at him, their features twisted into looks of hatred. Staring back, he grew increasingly uncomfortable. Making a concerted effort to ignore the many hateful faces, he turned to face the wall, and exhausted, he fell into a restless sleep.


Face down in an unfamiliar bed, he turned blinking in unexpected sunlight. Looking up, he discovered that the cabin had no portraits, only windows.

4601 Writers Block

I thought about this so I called upon Philosoraptor to help me out.

The Diary of a Breathing Onomatopoeia

There are so many things on the horizon for me, that I can't even see it anymore. So instead of writing,I'm going to share a song. I used to always skip this song because it was so long, but one day I was sitting and it came on. Instead of hitting the next sing I let it vibe. It hits my life dead on. Lyrics are posted below. The tune goes with Travis McCoy's nonchalant voice.
It's a great example of Travis's lyricism






I walk on decrepit bricks
And kick sticks and rusty soda cans
Simply for lack of better stimulation
Motivation comes and goes like gas station patrons
So sedation compensates for unexpected vacations
(Thank you )
That's my pre-gratitude
Post-please leave me alone that's just my rude attitude
No dysfunction flipside, I'm just your ordinary citizen
They're waiting patiently for me to sin again, but then again (shit...)
I'm really mommy's little angel,
But that angel on my shoulder got strangled
For trying to tangle with his nemesis he caught him on the wrong day
And got cut like DJs spinning doubles -(let the fucking song play)
I'm on my way to the store,
Ignoring the city to purchase a pack of marb reds
With a stack of rolled pennies
I could go for Denny's, and my stomach holds plenty,
But my pockets got holes, I guess the goal is to stay empty...
Quite simply put, me and my pockets share interest
I never fall in love with that pretty green-eyed temptress,
Twice (yeah right)
I learned my lesson the first time
I just couldn't keep up with that ever-changing Jordan line of foot apparel
Parallel to many clones, my eye's vision monochromes
With seven shades and twenty tones
Plus I breath artistic, they eating everything I'm feeding them
Put myself in every painting and use my spit as mat medium
And results of my children
We share the same genes,
Cast the same reflection and interpret the same dreams.
Like whoa
Whoa

And at night, I roam these streets with absolutely no purpose
Feeling like I'm worthless
But contrary to my last statement, I feel fine
Content with the fact that I know this city's mine
And at night, I roam these streets with absolutely no purpose
Feeling like I'm worthless
But contrary to my last statement, I feel fine
Content with the fact that I know this city's mine

I walk down dead end streets like I didn't see the sign
Just to turn around and walk back
That's fine and dandy, but what's whack is the fact I'm still walking
...like... "thank god for walkmans"
I'm only yawning cause these simply minded
Mortals make me sleepy
So what do I do? I resort to TV
In the seemingly lousy attempt to numb myself
With lackluster images
And insignificant information like "Willis was really Ty Bridges"
Just to have the upper hand in monotonous conversation,
And for lack of better stimulation
I'm painting portraits of dysfunctional families
With gloomy faces rockin
"Don't Worry, Be Happy" t-shirts, and you're assuming I'm tasteless?
You misconstrue it but your babies will embrace it
The basic essentials of a very bitter young man
That kicks rusty soda cans
And walks on decrepit bricks
With a permanent pair of headphones
Trying to make these lectures stick
I'll let the protestors picket,
Like they are going to make a difference
And watch them die before they realize that their cause was nonexistent

And at night, I roam these streets with absolutely no purpose (absolutely no purpose)
Feeling like I'm worthless (feeling like I'm worthless)
But contrary to my last statement, I feel fine
Content with the fact that I know this city's mine
And at night, I roam these streets with absolutely no purpose (absolutely no purpose)
Feeling like I'm worthless (feeling like I'm worthless)
But contrary to my last statement, I feel fine
Content with the fact that I know this city's mine

I walk on shitty city sidewalks stepping on every single crack
Reminiscent of that joke we used to say when we were snotty nose
My purpose got defeated when my mom turned paraplegic,
Plus I failed my civil service exam,
They said I cheated.
:not to mention tainted urine samples and the attention span of a second-grader
More fascinated with building blocks than wasting time stressing his daily lesson
Hence the ridilin I've been gone with the wind like lucky lottery tickets since day one (one)
I stepped on the left cause rights wrong (wrong)
So what do I do?I resort to friendly games of ping pong and sing a song of sixpence
I'm none the richer, I just kiss her on the lips and keep trucking

And at night, I roam these streets with absolutely no purpose (absolutely no purpose)
Feeling like I'm worthless (feeling like I'm worthless)
But contrary to my last statement, I feel fine
Content with the fact that I know this city's mine
And at night, I roam these streets with absolutely no purpose (absolutely no purpose)
Feeling like I'm worthless (feeling like I'm worthless)
But contrary to my last statement, I feel fine
Content with the fact that I know this city's mine

HAPPY 90210 DAY!

 

Beware for this day will only exist every centennial, and this happens to be the first time it will be significant since 90210 was nothing 100 years ago.  But then I realized the rest of the world doesn’t write the date like we do.

What’s been happening? Before school started, I got to meet one of my favorite musicians: None other than Travis McCoy.  I’m glad I got to meet him. We only bumped fist. The kicker was I told him I was his biggest fan since Papercut Chronicles and he nodded. My brother said FUCK KATY PERRY and Travis nearly hugged him. D; I chilled with De Jesus afterwards and we talked about Batsquad. It surprised him that I knew about AX from BX. The dude has talent and his album is dropping 10/10/10



Stalking Travis

School has started. I love it. No more spending my weeks working and working and such. Theoretical Physics is awesome as is Biophysics. DISCLAIMER: FUCK AMAZON STUDENT. I ordered my textbook for biophysics, which was written by Dr. Claycomb himself, and it didn’t ship till yesterday. Estimated Arrival Time is Sept. 17. Whaddafawwk? SPS is having a mixer tomorrow. Which I cannot attend.  English and New Testament are a nice break from the two physics and two math courses I’m taking.

The attendance at the Monday meeting for HSO blew me away. I’m so excited about all the people interested in the club. I have many many ideas for the club, but first and foremost I want to get to know all the new members better. I think that’s the most important thing for the club. If anyone sees the HSO posters all along campus, I made them .  I attended a student organization meeting and got to read some of the rules from the handbook.  There were so many things I was not aware about, but in light of these rules, HSO can only benefit.

I have more but busy busy busy busy!!! 

I HAZ A BUCKET

Last Sunday, as I struggled to stay awake at work after the previous 48 hours of no sleep, I decided that I want my 21st birthday to be even grander. I planned to save up to go to Vegas and do it big there, but I said to myself, I could throw a party like A&K before. Why limit the fun? The realness of how old im getting by the second set in after I slammed into Cindy with a shopping cart. For me 21 will be a milestone. I have so much that I saw myself being, doing, possessing in my head before the age of 21. Although not disappointed, I have now decided to create a sort of “bucket list” of things I want to accomplish before I turn 21. I want to be able to do these things before heading out to Vegas, before I decide to throw another party. Thanks again to Mayhem. Mayhem rocks. Here is a short list of what I want to accomplish:

A in Theoretical Physics. This one is a bitch, but it’s all math, and I have missed physics very much all summer.

Read 2 novels. I love to further my promiscuity of the English language. What better way than with novels?  Robinson Crusoe for sure

Lead HSO to organization of the year. I have to uphold my VP position in HSO. I am looking for dances we could perform.

Put out the mixtape. I started last summer and didn’t know what I was getting myself into. This summer I had about 30+ snippets of could bees buzzing in my head which I wrote them down, but so many other things came up and the two recordings didn’t turn out pretty, so maybe by next summer ya’ll will get to hear my diarrhea of the mouth. (Run on sentence)

Finish any of the stories I begin writing. I have this really long story that Ive been working on on and off for a long time and I started writing a different one months back, and they managed to come together into a hefty piece of literature. I first have to finish putting them together by “pen” so to speak, since I’ve already meshed them in my head

Define the top 4 abs and work out the bottom two into submission. The bottom abs are the hardest and I’ve been getting lazy with them

Participate in at least 3 races. Not just running races. I found a bike race I’d like to do.  The underlying goal is being able to participate in a triathlon but that requires single all year round dedication.


I might add more later but for now it’s solid

Signed with a Home Tattoo, Happy Birthday to You

August 2nd 1990 I took my first breath
They said I cried and smiled till it was none left
I guess I knew what I was in for beforehand
the life of a miniature grown man
First of two sons
I remember Big Bird and squirt guns
Aunt Ana dressed up like a clown when I turned one
scared the shit outta me but thanks for trying
sitting in my high chair throwing cake and crying
I remember everything, every single detail
clinging on to dad’s leg like don’t leave I’ll be good, promise
I'll do anything dad honest
but he left my momma
so she had to go to work and bust her ass for them dollars.
All my friends got allowances
I had a paper route
and when no one was looking, I threw the papers out
Got caught made my mom furious
said if you're gonna do something, do it right
that’s what earnest is
Now it all makes sense, but back then I wasn’t having it
obsessed with pokemon, so young and so adamant
more concerned with passing grade school than playing ball
then I learned if I worked a little I could have it all



I am so blessed to be able to celebrate 20 years of life.

Who Put the Stick in My Spokes and Broke My Momentum?

I invite anyone to over think. Whatever thought is in their head and just floor it. Step on the gas. It is addicting much like cruising through the streets at high speed. The only problem is, my foot can’t reach the bottom, and I’m stuck on over drive. I think too much.  Although I miss working on problems with physics and chemistry, I hate the whole bullshit process that comes with it. Tests and tons and tons of homework meant to cement the fundamentals into your head. I wish I could just do lab work and learn through experience. I love working with math but when I have to do textbook problem after textbook problem, I feel somewhat cheated, but out of what? I have no clue. And also I don’t know how I want to apply this knowledge that I learn. I come to realize I just love to learn. I like absorbing information in my head. Why? Is it to have the upper hand in conversations? Maybe that is the case. Does it feed some need in my brain? Probably does or I wouldn’t have a sense of accomplishment that comes from learning something new. I think the second is the main reason. I just read about wasps and found out that they are parasites and they don’t die after stinging you amongst other things and how the vernacular of them differs from actual taxonomy. I doubt wasps and their mating habits will arise in an informal conversation and I don’t like throwing this into monotonous conversations. I’d rather just leave it as is if the other person isn’t making an effort to have the upper hand so to speak.  Why the fuck would anyone want to learn about wasps anyway? I don’t know but now I know a little something more. Maybe I should just learn a trade and put my desire to learn to humanities’ use. Back to monotonous conversations, well I don’t like closed conversations either. What I mean is verbal exchanges that only follow somewhat scripted lines. Something along these lines:

“hey what’s up?” – A
“nothing much, chillin you?” – B
“same.” – A


I live in Houston and the past month it’s either been full of rain or swamp ass hot. Being that it is swamp ass hot, I don’t think anyone has been “chillin”

I was at a bonfire with some old friends. I loved it. Out on crystal beach in the midnight hours, the stars are spectacular. For the first time I saw the bands of the Milky Way. I always thought it was something of folklore to see it, but that night I looked up and there was a streak of white to accompany the vast collection of stars. Everything was pretty laid back and I don’t think anyone was having a bad time. Even the dude that passed out and threw up had fun. He got back up, changed his vomit encrusted clothes and was back to falling over himself. The only odd part was that "G" that tried so hard to rep where he was from and how many "niggas i saw dead and all that shit man you ain't ever wanna live where i lived". He had SW tattooed on his abdomen so that in prison, they'd know where he came from. It's sad to know  that he sees himself going to prison. Even sadder, that he is limiting himself to a small shitty part of Houston. There is a big world out there.  It was a shame I had to leave early to work, but I need money. I love money. Following that and a failed attempt at a nap was the other job. I love money.


I’ve been watching Yu-Gi-Oh! and now consequently I’ve wasted about 30 dollars and have about 4 more pounds worth of Yu-Gi-Oh! cards.  How I love shiny cardboard. I love money. 

 

I want to buy three more pairs of sneakers.  I also need a new Nintendo DS. I’m debating between the DSi or DSi XL but for sure I’m buying the Nintendo 3DS when it comes out. I can’t forget about Pokemon Black and White.
   
The ones in the middle are the Air Max 90 Infrareds. They are my absolute favorite sneaker of all time



   

My Eyes the Size of Mr. Miyagi's

The strain of two jobs caught up last week. Add the fact that my sleeping pattern remains static, and well the equation doesn't turn out the way i want it. Last week was nothing but feeling sluggish. It made me realize that I miss working on Physics, and to a lesser extent Chemistry. It will all be worth it, working myself in the summer and get back to the world of science once school starts again. Then once I get a real job, I can relax and look back on the days I worked myself to get where I wanted to be.

However, this week, with a little less than 40 hours to work, I feel my creativity has increased, and I'm thinking more clearly and getting just a bit more to sleep. PROTIP: Don't listen to Styx in the midnight hours. It freaked me out. I've gotten most of my thoughts down on paper which is good.

I smell a future edit.
Lazarus and Thank Me Later have been in constant rotation.

IMMA Come Hard Like a Boner

Mexico plays tomorrow. I sure hope that they spank Uruguay because I'd rather not see Mexico play Argentina again. They have a knack for eliminating Mexico from the World Cup D: Still I support my team all the way,as for the US, three teams in that group control their own destiny. It sucks I haven't been able to find a jersey for the US and even more sucks is the fact that Brian Ching got cut. I still am shocked over that decision.


He got jeered at Los Angeles against the Galaxy. Fans were shouting "US reject" to him. Come on now. Ching has put in sooo much effort into making the US men's squad for this and LAST World Cup. Shows the ignorance of fans.



Played soccer today, and it was GREAAAATTT. Ive set up games at Condit Elementary every Friday.


This mixtape business is slowly getting there. I recorded Turnt Up but, um, I'd rather not scratch it off the final set list but we'll see.


I have pictures in my mind that would go with this mixtape.
I'm thinking of maybe stripping the whole mixtape thing if all recording end up like Turnt Up and maybe just make a zine with pictures accompanying the "poems" so to speak that go with them.


Stay tuned!

The Birds and the B-Sides

i already have b-sides and i don't even have a single recording for the actual mixtape yet. But here's a snip of what i think is going to be cut off due to lack of fitting in a beat


But were like fight club
We don't talk, DON'T TALK about our love
Just hold it in corked till it ages
But unlike wine it will burst in spontaneous
Shards of emotions
Aged to strike and burn
Like bullets guided by our feelings divided
And those eyes that kill is just an understatement
Of what your whole organism does premidated
But you need a hit man to assist
In the sinking of this ship that we built
The man for hire but lower in society
As to accept service for money
This service without a vice
Add the x on my life for the added price
Is how I see it.
My heart is collateral
But now it doesn't matter


Boomerang me into the past
Before you rang him for the boom
Before the flowers I gave you bloomed
Don't forget the part where they rot
Don't know if you cared or not
But these lies wrap the gifts
I recieved from you
Funny though how i could see thru
The wrapper which you saved for the following year becuase after all
Why waste great paper?
When I can enjoy it again
The tag is the same
From you to me
This time around I see

Do I deserve it
Before we sailed aboard our ship
Our sights ever starboard
Approaching some far away harbor
And the stars dance
To give light to our romance
Land in the distance but never reached


Also, can't think of a good title for this

One Day Robots Will Cry

I had to tell someone, so I'm saying it here cause it will still be a secret and no one reads it.
The mixtape I've been wanting to drop since last summer may finally meet the ears from speakers.

Songwriting is kind of hard. But I have a way of expressing my feelings better through words.


I hope ya'll may enjoy.



COMING SOON

Will I still use Xanga?

Yes. Anything posted here still appears on my xanga. Vice versa.

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So blogging, I am at a very troubling point in my life. I still have no idea with what I want to do as a profession. I have lost my passion somewhere in the halls of Bellaire. Do I really want a B.S. in physics and chemistry? My drive only wants to take me to that and not to graduate school. Even then, I'm swerving here and there. I still can't apply for the Engineering school at UofH which really sucks because I'm only missing one pre-requisite. Talking to many people, I feel that this may be my best option, besides teaching. Dr. Benitez has been a big help for me in telling me what I need to hear. She can see the inner doubt I have about myself and my curriculum. Sometimes it's something I may not want to hear, but how she is able to identify is well both a gift and an intrusion. Furthermore, I wish I could just take a year off from school and catch up on sleep. However, that's not a possibility, only a dream, rip van winkle. I don't know why I don't know how to feel about this break up as well. My mind is trying to sort it out but I decided to just not think about it now. I still have yet to catch up on Pokemon HeartGold. Talked to Tim Choi and Phil Hagerty and maybe Mechanical or Chemical engineering might be right for me.