Using My Brain

I am going to use this blog for Journals and Creative writing. The other one, maybe something, is just to track my diet.

I wanted to title this Using My Brain, because I want to use my brain, and the words showed up in my thoughts and I imagined typing them. I wanted to listen to Chain of Missing Links and I did, and I heard the line, The average person only uses about 5 percent of their brain. That's mean. The rest is available for food.

Crown on the Ground. It hurts. So loud and busy. Pat is at class. Tim may have gone to work. He spent last night with Chelsea at her sister's house.

I saw Aaron yesterday. So difficult to talk. I didn't try very much. I didn't try to think much. I tried not to cry a couple of times. I succeeded.

Supposedly this job at Sprouts will be good. I went there today to finalize things. I was so anxious before. I was afraid I might not go. My neck and shoulders suck so much at being in a relaxed position. Domino's right ear is weird. I feel bad for him. He seems pretty messed up. Aaron's cats died. It's pretty sad.

How to Winter. Success. Feeling Good. Less than ten episodes of The Chris Gethard Show left to watch. My hair is too long. I need my dreams. I need to type them out. Write Down; Type Out; Speak Up; Think About. Hm, that was pretty lame. I want to be a better person.

Why are things so sad after getting a job? The apartment is very weird lately. Pat is with Bridgett most of the time. Chelsea came over Friday night. After I left for Sprouts today, I thought about Tim dealing with Chelsea's son or just dealing with the emotional weight of that relationship, and I felt better about only having this job to think about. Coffee is messing up my teeth, or the sugar is. Dodger and Apprentice Eh.

I don't know where I'm going. So many troubling thoughts. So much fragility in our identities and our plans. If I see people as historical, futuristic, emotional, spiritual, and social as well as physical beings, then I have hope and respect for them, and I trust them.

It's so hard. I have to get better. I have to let myself get better. I have to open myself up. Cold War Kids, Hospital B

eds... Beauty, Truth, Peace and Love. Original. People. I am mindful. I am sexual. I am tasteful. I am approved. I am welcomed. I am acceptable. I am loved. I am happy. I am useful. I am affirmative. I am location. I am loquacious. I am Ambassador. I am Senile. I am Aquatic. I am weird. I am sociable. I am socialable. I am 967563029. Haha. I am the truth. I am Da Truf! I am the same. I am secondary. I am Adobe After Effects. I am Microsoft Paint. I am Blogger.com. I am a United States Senator. I am a Congresswoman. I am Juice Fast. I am a Winnebago. I am a Man. I am a salsa lobster. I am a Scenic Bueno Vista. I am talking head. I am a Smorgasbord. I am a Scientific Community of Intellectual Observers. Good Bye, Joe Namath. Bye bye, Mometh.

- Señor Pasta