There aren't enough mint brownies to keep from eating my hand.

Here's the thing about the subconscious: I don't buy it. I obviously don't know that much about it but it seems a little too fantastical for me to swallow. If I do in fact have a subconscious making decisions without my consent, having thoughts without my being aware, and doing things in secret from my world of conscious thought, then I'm a little creeped out. It's like there's another person inside of me, someone who's keeping things from me. That's just plain weird. This idea sounds more like Dissociative Identity Disorder (formerly known as Multiple Personality Disorder).
Maybe I've got it all wrong. In fact this is highly likely. Obviously there are things that the body does without conscious thought like the beating of the heart, the maintaining of certain bodily functions that, were it up to actual conscious thought to initiate, we wouldn't last very long. But is that proof enough for the existence of a part of my mind that is doing things and influencing and motivating my decisions without my being aware of it? Just let the insanity sink in. I think I'm just tired so I'm talking crazy.

"Nothing else will fit right,
Or seem so directly applied,
Than fitted shirt hung on me,
Fitted shirt alright..."
-Spoon

This is one of my favorite Spoon songs. And it's also an eternal truth. Throughout my entire life I've had dress shirts that were too big; the sleeves big enough to fit two or three of my arms through at once, the shirt ballooning and bunching up around my waist and torso...hideous and uncomfortable. I'd find and purchase random fitted shirts now and then, but it was always difficult to find a white one, which would be of most use.
Yesterday I purchased a white fitted dress shirt. It fits perfectly. It's hard to fully explain the elation that comes from wearing clothes that actually fit. Hoorah and kudos for clothes that aren't mass produced to hang off of various body types, but are made with care and purpose for individuals who enjoy clothes that fit right.

The Death of Conscience

When I was young I loved animals. Then my parent's got a shitzu and my feelings changed. Maybe it's because I just woke up but this video made me so angry, so I thought I would share it. You should know that this footage isn't appropriate for kids. I don't know how to put this video on my page, so you might have to copy and paste.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2p6lyRZ66-s

I know it's sick, but whatever, it sounds good.

Okay, here's another top 5. I realized a long while ago that there are a lot of really good songs that just happen to be about murder and/or murderers. So here it is, again, in no particular order:
1. Westfall, Okkervil River.
2. John Wayne Gacy Jr., Sufjan Stevens.
3. The War Criminal Rises and Speaks, Okkervil River.
4. Black Dirt, Sea Wolf.
5. Turn, Smile, Shift, Repeat, Phantom Planet. This one was difficult, there are so many good ones. This is my tentative 5th choice.

Our Latern's O' Jack rule.

Is it weird that I find Garden State a comfort? Is that weird? Yeah...yeah, I think that's weird. Maybe it's the soundtrack. Or the fact that the weather is autumn-ish and stormy, that's always been comforting to me. Anyway, here's a picture for your viewing pleasure.

So tired it hurts.

I just finished watching one of my favorite movies, which I hadn't watched in years, with my baby baby sweet baby. Movies are one of my favorite things...ever. And one of my favorites is The Shawshank Redemption. This movie has it all: great performances, nice score, it's emotionally stimulating (for better and worse), it has memorable quotes, and it makes me happy to be alive. For those of you, if any, that haven't taken the time to watch this film I highly recommend the 2 hour or so investment.
The only problem with the movie is that it makes me homesick. It gets me thinking about where I'd like to be if we weren't confined to the routine of school and work. So now I just miss the ocean and wish I was on a white sand beach watching the waves crash against the shore, the water pushing it's way up to carefully wet my feet, dark storm clouds gather across the water in the distance. I'd say something stupid as Michelle sips her Peach Daiquiri, and I'd laugh as the ice cold liquid would shoot out her nose. Ahhh...delicious dreams.

I suck as a student, but I'm great at watching movies.

I feel it's time for a list. Today's topic: A few Top 5s. Now keep in mind, these have no particular order, just the top 5.

Actors:
1. Christian Bale.
2. Daniel Day Lewis.
3. Ryan Gosling.
4. Brad Pitt.
5. This spot is a tie between many actors including John Cusack, Jim Carrey, Dustin Hoffman, Mark Wahlberg, Jason Shwartzman, Bill Murray, Joseph Gordon Levitt, Ryan Reynolds, and others. It may seem like cheating to include so many people in a top 5 list but it's my list, so whatever.

Books:
1. The Catcher in the Rye, J.D. Salinger.
2. Me Talk Pretty One Day, David Sedaris.
3. Soup and Me, Robert Newton Peck.
4. 1984, George Orwell.
5. The Fires of Heaven, Robert Jordan.

T.V. Shows:
1. Seinfeld.
2. Arrested Development.
3. The Office.
4. House.
5. Simpsons.

Songs:
1. EZ, Pete Yorn.
2. Jacksonville Skyline, Whiskeytown.
3. Raining in Baltimore, Counting Crows.
4. Right Here Waiting, Richard Marx.
5. Used to be Alright, I Mother Earth.

Albums:
1. Musicforthemorningafter, Pete Yorn.
2. Beautiful Midnight, Matthew Good Band.
3. Secret Samadhi, Live.
4. Blacksheep Boy, Okkervil River.
5. Nasty Little Thoughts, Stroke 9.

Places I need to see before I die:
1. Egypt.
2. Ireland.
3. England.
4. Israel.
5. Savannah, Georgia. (In spring, summer, and fall.)

Things I want to be when I grow up...when I was 8 yrs. old:
1. Scientist.
2. Archaeologist.
3. Fire Truck.
4. Ninja.
5. Chef. (And I only became one of these things.)

Favorite Seasons:
Ha! Almost had ya.

Things that make life worth living:
1. Michelle.
2. Lightning storms and storms in general.
3. #6 Biggie-sized with Mr. Pibb.
4. Candy.
5. Hanging out with friends.