Benomena!

I Left My Heart in the Ozarks

Here's a quick rundown for all you Trekkies:

School = pretty sweet
Reconciliation = normally pretty good
Being in the middle of a drug deal during an ill-advised reconciliation = not good in the least
Blogs = All right, but sometimes, kind of a struggle to update
"Souvlaki" = Slowdive's 2nd album, and also one of the best records I've ever heard
Supposition of power = Escalation of Chaos

I finished the essays I promised Jon to the letter yesterday after class and was feeling pretty darn swell and in tune with the Universe until about 9:00 when there was a heavy knock on the door. I figured it was Jon back from Milwaukee already coming by to rip for a while, so I opened the door and instead discovered Aaron Dach and Shannon Sather.
These two fellows are old friends of mine who I stopped ripping with because they're douche bags who I want to be nothing like.
And as I discovered as the evening progressed... they're still douche bags who I want to be nothing like.
However, I've been on something of a reconcilitation trip lately (as a part of my self-betterment kick) so I thought, all right, I'll resolve whatever issues we have collectively and then we'll all experience spiritual growth and everyone will be happy and we'll all self-actualize a bit.
Not the case.
Instead I got a pretty one-sided tirade about how I was an @$$hole and that I was lucky that I didn't have a broken nose (apparently Shannon was considering socking it to me the second I opened the door; apparently Shannon has forgotten that I've floored him more than a few times during our tenure on this Earth) and general rants about what a douche I am. So I apologized because I definitely could've handled my rejection of them better (though I gotta tell ya, I still think it was for the best), i.e. I should've had a backbone and straight up told them why I thought they were scientists.
And believe me, they are scientists.
Over the course of tying things up, these fellows thought it prudent to go score some weed at McDonald's on the West Side with me still in the ride. Shannon even had the nerve to ask if I was gonna get blazed that night.
F that.
Over the course of the next two hours I basically re-discovered the dozens of reasons I really don't dig these guys. And you know what, whatever, I won't judge them, but the fact remains as it ever has: I have nothing in common with these people. In the least. So what's the point?

Oh well, hopefully they won't be calling me anytime soon. If they do, I think I'll be prepared to give 'em the Verbal 2x4 of Honesty and tell them what's on my mind. 'Cause listen, I got better things to do: I have real sisters and brohans I can chill with and have a clear conscience about.

Oh, I almost forgot, here's a quote from Shannon: "It's about time you hang out with your real friends again."
What?
Actually, you're absolutely right, Shannon. I'll leave you boys be and go give them a call.

Wholesomeness is way better than decadence. As if you didn't know that already.

One final note, that "Supposition of power" bit is from a Discordian text called "The Honest Book of Truth" and it's a crazy little tome that's all about combatting the Illuminati, 'cause let's face it: f those guys, too. Fo' sho'.

Anyway, don't take any wooden nickels, friends. Keep rippin' like there's no tomorrow.

Love,
Ian

posted by Ian @ 1:16 PM