Free Form...
Mood:
hug me
Now Playing: Electric Six - Vibrator
Topic: Randomization?
"Hey!
Looks like an emergency, well thats okay with me cause i wanna trap you in this elevator. Looks like you're my baby now, so put away that thing cause my baby don't need no vibrator
-Chorus-
(I'm the) I'm the one you're looking for. (I'm sure) I'm sure you've heard it all before. (I care) But I don't care anymore. (I'm sorry) But I don't know what I'm sorry for.
She don't, she don't, she don't, need no vibrator;
She don't, she don't, she don't, need no vibrator;
She don't, she don't, she don't,
-/chorus-
need no electric entertainer, tuna investigator.
Hey!
Now the doors are opening, and I look like a jerk while you're grinning like an alligata, can't we just forget the whole thing, shake each others hands and say goodbye baby, see you later
-chorus-
need no artificial stimulator, non-organic excavator
-chorus-
need no electric entertainer, tuna investigator
Hey!
She don't, she don't, she don't
-trails off and repeats-"
Yep, great song. As is Rock and Roll Evacuation. But, seeing as that I've begun this, I'll actually give you content other than song lyrics. And, going with the title of the post, it will be a poem.
Not to go off topic, but I'll exit the current topic for a moment and give you your thought mid post. Breaks apart my day into yet another unexplainable fork in the mind, and overly entertains me. But, continuing my tangent, "I understand that angelfire is run by a bunch of insane HTML, javascript, and XML geniuses, but where in their board meetings of idea collaboration did 'hug me' become considered as a mood? The only kind of mood it could convey would be 'retarded'. And thats more of a mind set...or disease. (ie. "Hey, how are you feeling?" Jane said to Tommy and almost suddenly, she saw his eyes glaze over as if his brain had gone into a sudden meltdown in reaction to the question. His mouth slowly curved into a menacing smile, the kind of smile that only people with special needs could give you. "Hug me!" He said, almost lunging toward her in a mindless, zombielike state of being.)." Also, I would like you to note the literary prowess within those parenthesis. Dually note it.
Now, back to the topic. Here's a poem (free-form poem) that I wrote during the time that I was supposed to be working on my "Great Gatsby" Paper (I'm also supposed to be working on it now. heh.).
Brain Storm - by Josh Allison
The clouds have run dry...
These avenues of thought have been paved into a vast expanse of dust and tranquility...
In my awareness, I have yet to find ideas...
Overwhelmed by my realization of nothing, I stand, teetering, on the edge of sanity...
Unable to conjure the rain...
A lack of a storm...
A drought of the mind...
Third....wheel
Mood:
incredulous
Now Playing: "The Shins - Caring is Creepy" merging into "Yellowcard - Empty Apartment"
Topic: Randomization?
"I think I'll go home and mull this over, 'fore they cram it down my throat. At long last it's crashed, its colossal mass is broken up..."
-The Shins - Caring is Creepy
So, finally, I felt the joys of not only being a chauffer, but also the third wheel to a double date gone wrong. However, it wasn't so bad, seeing as the two I went with weren't totally illacceptant of talking to me. The movie we went to see was "The Interpreter" and it wasn't as bad as they seemed to make it out to be. It did start off slowly and most of the entertainment and action happened within the last 20-25 minutes, but the slow start was at least somewhat justified. Plus, I suppose it did serve the purpose of getting the viewer into line with the characters and thusly, a deeply driven love or hate for them (as deeply as a 90 minutes film can get you).
Personally, I hope that Laura wasn't lying when she said that she had to stay home because her cousin was having a birthday party. I would have to do something if that were a lie...and it would involve my workout gloves (padded for a little extra protection), 4 ibuprofen and a 45 minute waiting time, and the support beam in my basement. I don't really think I'd resort to that again...but I haven't released any rage for a long time. It's just building up and I can almost not stand it. I need to quit holding it inside to build and grow.
Final thought: I don't have a clue how I'm still awake...How can one person spray that much cologne and also...today is the first day that I realized that a high can come from cologne spraying.
And with that, I smell like cologne....lots of cologne.
Things Good and Things Not So Good
Mood:
irritated
Now Playing: Holy Sh*t It's Christmas - Humorous Christmas song
Topic: Randomization?
Okay, this entry will consist of me telling you correlating things that are cool/good or uncool/ungood. So, that's what I'll do.
The Good: Getting to bowl and driving there
The Bad: Getting in a wreck and having some annoyingly happy to have wrecked lady T-Bone you
The Good: Insurance covers the crash for both cars, no real problems except for...
The Bad: Insurance rates will most likely have a somewhat noticeable $50+ price hike
The Good: Playing a nice game of "Let's see how fast Josh can get his car totaled"...oh, wait....
Anyway, if you didn't notice, I totaled my car. I'll be sure to get some pics of the twisted burning* wreckage onto my site. Pretty much, I'm lucky that nothing serious happened, aside from my leg hurting somewhat, my mp3 player gettin it's lcd screen screwed, oh yea...also, the whole CAR BEING TOTALED THING. *(there was no burning)
That'd be about it, and soon, I may have myself, not a dodge shadow, not a plymouth sundance, but a plymouth shadow. It shall kick major ass.
Thought: Next time you're driving and don't think someone's gonna come barreling out of a parking lot and hit you while you try and turn past a turning truck with the right of way, think again. You'll get screwed.
Oh yes....
The Good: I'm getting a new car with the insurance money, I can salvage my stereo and speakers (hopefully), and I wasn't hurt horribly
The Bad: Insurance hikes....damned football terms in law annoying me beyond all belief.
