Bent Light

I woke up a few minutes ago and  was at the bottom of the ocean. Everything was illuminated, and there was nowhere else to go but south.  So I mounted my seahorse and traveled what seemed like days until I came across a graveyard of whales. Without even thinking, I pulled out my notebook and started calculating how much they owed Poseidon in death taxes. They are gonna have to pay through the teeth.

And then I realized that I need to find a way to change the world. Anyone can raise a family, it takes a lot more to raise a revolution.

My Eyes Are Fighting Off Sleep Like Levies Hold Off The Flood

First and foremost, my laptop blew up and I have a Macbook. Crazy shit.

Second, my Tax class is really awkward. Its like watching an episode of The Office, but my professor is Michael Scott and its in real life. 

I'm really loving my floor this year. All of the people who I am living with are amazing, and I'm already getting really good vibes.

*On a side note: my hair is almost back to normal.

I woke up this morning to her screaming in my ear from the other end of the telephone line. Its a nasty divorce.

I was at the Red a few days ago and met the craziest people ever. I met some dude who has the exact same music tastes as me and composes. He had some CUTE ASS friends, but I'm more interested in jamming with him. I know I talk and kid around a lot about women, but in all honesty I am going to try and take a serious stand on being single this year unless someone sweeps me off my feet.

The other day, at diversity training, we did an exercise when the person leading the session would name off statements, and if you matched the statement you would stand up in silence. He would name off statements such as "I identify as African American", or "At one point in my life I tried to commit suicide". I feel this year I was a lot more open with myself to our group, which (to me) shows a lot of growth. Its weird, because the exercise opened up a lot more. I feel like I need to express myself a lot more, because I wanted him to say certain statements, like "The only person I really have feelings for is taken, but I don't have the courage or lack of morals to do shit about it", or "I am frustrated with university students' lack of efficacy and respect towards social justice issues", or "My passion is music, but that road is too small, too narrow, and just too dangerous, so I chose college".


But I guess that is what this blog is for. This was originally intended for me to write notes about the music I've been composing, but its changed drastically. And now my head hurts, I think I'll go run to the corner store and buy some aspirin now.

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I've moved from houses to houses so many times that I don't have a home. I'm a nomad, which basically means I'm immune to home sickness.

On a side note, it feels great to be back on the Pacific Coast.

I Can Hear My Train Coming....Looks Like Time Is Not On My Side

Just get to the point.



The last few days have been rough. I'm leaving, again, tomorrow to start a new chapter of my life...even though its the same book, a lot of my favorite characters are getting left out. Sometimes I feel really nomadic...this Summer, I've slept in 9 different beds (I actually keep track) and never had the same one for more than a month.

The dentists are telling me to stop grinding my teeth from all my stress. I don't have any gray hairs, but sometimes it feels like I'm wearing silver hairs and my teeth are falling out. This is what Fairfield does to me.

...but I'm moving back to my home right next to the Pacific. I can't help but feel excited, even though she isn't coming. I had a beautiful view of the marina for most of the summer, and I'm trading it in for a college dormitory quad. Bad deal.




Please keep your promise, you know I'm keeping my end of the bargain.