Amateur Radio.

So my dad and I were in the car coming back from the store today, and we started talking about amateur [AKA ham] radio after seeing a license plate of the sort.
Side note: Ham really doesn't stand for anything except amateur radio operator. xD Trust me, I checked. There's a lot of false etymology behind it, but it really has no significance. Nor does it have relation to the meat.

Anyway, from what he told me today, I have taken an interest. It sounds really cool.

I mean, radio is somewhat of a lost art even though they offer classes.. but a means of communication worldwide via voice frequency? That's pretty damn awesome!
Most radio "stations" begin with a K, he said. And all you need is a set and a REALLY big antenna in your yard. The higher, the better. So if you wanted, you could connect with and talk to someone in Saudi Arabia!
With all the Internet dependency these days, I bet the people you run into over radio frequencies would be pretty awesome people. Or at least have awesome stories, who knows.

So that's pretty much all I had to say.
Go ham radio. :D

-CS.

Halloween and other existential stuff.

So you were born in an electrical storm, took a bite out the sun and saw your future in a machine built for two. Now your rays make me kind of go crazy, shock and awe and amaze me, just a ticker tape parade and me, but something was wrong till you tap danced on the air in the night.
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I'm sick.
No, not really, I'm not sick.
Been listening to Nataly Dawn talk about cats in wagons, though. So then I went on iTunes and found this cool "single of the week" thing. Free music!

But while I was going to get said free single, I saw two things-

1. Taylor Swift is apparently the featured artist of the week. What the fuck, Taylor Swift? Why? Does iTunes really pity her that much as to give her Halloween week?!
I personally don't think she deserves it.
2. "Pre-order Michael Jackson's This Is It NOW!"
Yeah, I don't want to see This Is It. Or that new Heath Ledger movie for that matter. I just feel really intrusive about it all.. if they'd want us all to see, you know? As Jasmine so eloquently put it, "I mean, I throw out all my rough drafts. It's like I write my revisions, and woosh, they're gone! Why would anyone want to willingly hand them over to people?"

It hit me today how much people change since primary school. It's just... really weird, mainly because you can't help to wonder if the people you thought you knew have changed or just stayed the same. Weird, right?

Also kinda freaking out about colleges. I got an email from a college guy today.
It's like "Dude, I'm a sophomore.. must I consider future options NOW? Come on, 5 more minutes?" And with all the seniors I know, it just comes across as a really shitty process.

I know it's my excuse for everything, but I really want to see Dylan soon, because with all life's recent twists and turns and random mandering around places it shouldn't.. I want an escape of sorts. And he tends to provide. Things are just so different around him, it's great.
Plus everything's better, you know?

I don't know.
Maybe I need sleep.
I say really too much. And propone. And don't. And I.

_ shall ponder these things tonight if _ ever get some sleep. Usually love Halloween, but for some reason today has been quite out of the ordinary pleasant loop. _ just feel particularly.. not glum as much as pensive, but in the sorta dreary way.

Yeah, sleep sounds good. _ think _ do ______ need it.

Insert emote here.
Good night, nation.

-CS.

Lego Kitchen

List of things I love today:
1. Being a percussionist.
a. Suspended cymbal rolls. :3
b. Invicta. [Swearingen. Also compiled Exaltation and Majestia.]
2. The smell of leaves in fall. Also the smell of wood fires and burning leaves.
3. The smell of clean laundry from my house.
4. Light-up AC/DC horns.
5. Legend of Zelda: The Wind Waker.
6. My current ringtone. [Cinnabar Island from RBY.]
7. No school.
8. Solid state musical Tesla coils. Especially those of which play old Nintendo game themes.
9. Last Sunday. [:
10. Dylan. I REALLY love him.

But to elaborate on 1a, I really like suspended cymbal rolls because they're like.. resonating happiness. [: We play two songs in band class this year [so far] that I get to do cymbal rolls on. And I'm DAMN excited. Can't help but to grin like an idiot whenever I get to apply them. Hahaha, I'm a freak.

Unfortunately, on a less high note.. I have seen a lot of relationships go down the drain in the past 6 months.
Woo Live Feed on Facebook.
I'm not going to say it irritates me to see girls be stupid and googly-eyed over their jerk boyfriends, but I mean.. it doesn't make me happy. Especially when they're my friends.
Now I admit, I had a bit of a rough patch in my relationship, but we fixed it. And I really do believe we're both stronger now. Sometimes I'm scared about how far we're going to get [in the sense that the "only time will tell" aspect irritates the hell out of me, I want to stick with him and I want fate to tell me it agrees], but one day at a time, right?
However, when one of your friends has been in agony over their relationship since April.. you can't help but to tell them again and again that breaking up and getting back together next period ISN'T A GOOD IDEA.
Ladies, don't take bullshit. And guys, give your girl all you've got. If you find yourself unmotivated at any time, get another girl. Don't cheat, don't stop trying, just get the fuck out.
/endrant.

I really want some food.

Anyway, I need to get sleep. Yard sale tomorrow. And also a Halloween party or two.
[Zombie MJ. It was Evan's idea, I liked it. xD]
Good night, nation.

-CS.

Happy or slightly apathetic?

Internet, I apologize. Your father's been out of town, and well, I've had to satiate my needs somewhere.

I was talking to Dylan [you, if you're reading this] and I guess the reason I haven't blogged in a while has been the fact that I got not one, but two journals for my birthday. I only write in one.
Ironically, it's maybe 2 feet away. Maybe three entries.
Anyway, not much has happened. No sudden urges to write more than maybe a line. I had the urge to write last night, but it's like, this chaotic [definition of chaotic by Marvelli: without form/structure. I'll go with that.] swirling cloud of an idea that hasn't really settled into a piece I can write yet.
But I'm afraid it's going to sound really emo.

I think this POST will sound emo.

But I digress.

I heard this song the other day when my friend linked me to his cover of it. I really liked the lyrics, so I looked the song up and listened.. and I'm not really sure if I like the song itself or just its words, but I think that even if I don't like the song, the words make up for it.
Or at least, they made me find likable aspects of the song.

I really like that it's a minor key, though. Haha, déjà vu, much?

I picked you out of a crowd and talked to you; I said I liked your shoes, you said, "Thanks, can I follow you?"
So it's up the stairs and out of view, no prying eyes- I poured some wine, I asked your name, you asked the time.
Now it's two o'clock; the club is closed, we're up the block.
Your hands on me, pressing hard against your jeans.. your tongue in my mouth, trying to keep the words from coming out.
You didn't care to know who else may have been you before.

I want a lover I don't have to love, I want a girl who's too sad to give a fuck.
Where's the kid with the chemicals? I thought he said to meet him here, but I'm not sure..
I've got the money if you've got the time; you said it feels good, I said, "I'll give it a try."

Then my mind went dark; we both forgot where your car was parked.
Let's just take the train. I'll meet up with the band in the morning.
Bad actors with bad habits, some sad singers they just play tragic..
And the phone's ringing and the van's leaving; let's just keep touching, let's just keep, keep singing.

I want a lover I don't have to love, I want a boy who's so drunk he doesn't talk.
Where's the kid with the chemicals? I've got a hunger and I can't seem to get full.
I need some meaning I can memorize- the kind I have always seems to slip my mind.

But you, but you, you write such pretty words.
But life's no storybook.
Love's an excuse to get hurt.
And to hurt.
Do you like to hurt?
I do.. I do.

-Lover I Don't Have To Love, Bright Eyes.

It's not that I'm proponing the message, per se, of the song. I just... I really like it. Haha, I can't think of much else to it. It's like it's got this hauntingly resonating quality about it.
It makes me think of downtown, maybe. I dunno.

Anyway.
Since this post, I've decided, shall be ungodly long-

I was thinking about this today.
I HIGHLY recommend the movie Inglourious Basterds.
The first chapter, especially, was FANTASTIC. Oh man. The ending of the first chapter is, arguably, my favorite scene. Not because of the gore, mind you, but because it's so... chilling, I guess? You just get this chill deep in your bones but you can't help to watch on, amazed. I actually think I started laughing, or smiling at least.
I can't tell you what the scene is because I don't want to ruin it, and don't go look it up either, but when you see it, you'll DEFINITELY know what I'm referring to.

In other nudes, my school asked me to attend Governor's School this summer.
Not kidding.
It was the strangest thing, too. They called me out of Chemistry one day to talk to me about the programs. I'm like "Why me?"
But apparently they wanted me for the music program. I'm a percussionist, we're a rare species.
Or at least a rare species in that I'm one of the few, I think, that hasn't died off from Jackass disorder. Haha, but you know, I'm modest too.
Anyway, I'm not going this summer, because tuition is a bitch and I can get into better programs when I'm a junior.

I really have nothing else to say other than I hope my prospects are what I'm holding them to.
To what? That's up to your own individual interpretation, reader. But if you see me in the next three days, you should have a good idea.
Until the next blue moon.

-CS.

Wild geese that fly with the moon on their wings..

What do you get when you combine:
1. 5/4 time.
2. Minor key.
3. Oscar Hammerstein.

Got the answer yet?
It's pure, unadulterated phenomena. [:
<3 Pomplamoose.

Paisley just isn't the same without your violence and sarcastic remarks.

I think I will make my bedtime 11:27 on school nights if nothing is happening otherwise, because it has a nice ring to it.

I'm writing poetry week by week, line by line, in that order.

Maybe it'll mold into a work of art someday.

Dylan, I want to see you like none other. The mountains are lonely without you.

"I find it weird that I only like things that don't make sense. Since nothing in life actually makes sense, things that really have no logic are a comfort in a world on disarray. Hollywood movies portray things that have a purpose, reason, and a conclusion, but all those things don't exist in the real world. And in my life especially, I have never known stability, true love, or things as they should be, so by watching things considered odd and normal, they are life-like to me for that is what life truly is. People have faulty expectations of themselves and of life because of poorly portrayed stories in the media, and it's really sad. And.. this all makes sense to me. I dunno why, I just always found it interesting how Chaos and Serenity go hand in hand."
Evan Wagoner has got to be one of my heroes.

I've gotta stop editing this post.

That's all I can think to say.

(I keep remembering the first time I got electrically shocked through a vacuum. And the title is a reference to Bauserman. NOW I'm done.)

9/12, 6/1.

(11:03:26 PM):It seems like I was glancing over at you in the movie theatre yesterday
(11:03:46 PM):unloading pumpkins this morning
(11:04:42 PM):maybe around lunchtime wandering into dark rooms in the church and hoping you'd follow.
(11:30:53 PM): I love you. i mean, i'm totally in love with you. had no idea it would ever happen, but glad it did, because you make me fantastically happy, even on a really bad day. like today? had a few tests, can't talk because i lost my voice w/ a cough, have ridiculous amounts of work still to do, it's 9/11 to top it all off, and it's been the best day of the week because i got to spend so much time talking to you. I feel like writing songs about you, you inspire me that i can go and do something worthwhile. I'm crazy, i know i am, but that's how much i'm into you. Like... there's not even a way to describe it. bliss, nirvana, whatever, i don't understand it, and i don't want to. all i know is that you make me ridiculously happy. it's amazing. YOU'RE amazing.

My dearest doctor.
I must indeed inform you that I’ve fallen quite madly in love with you (strange as it may seem), and the zeal, if you will, that I feel is driving me beyond the taut line of my sanity.
The cure to my ailment merely consists of one simple thing…easy enough to get, but the decision to offer it is entirely up to you…
If you so desire to give it to me, you will be faced with constant fluctuating and unspeakable evils, yet at the same time the great and the terrible.
Scary thing, isn’t it.
Know what it is yet?
The choice is yours, doc.

[June 1, 2009 9:30 PM.]