Thursday, October 27, 2005

 

10.27.05

Lookin at himself but wishin he was someone else
because the posters on the wall that don’t look like him at all.
So he ties it up he tucks it in he pulls it back he gives a grin,
laughin at himself because he knows he aint loved at all.

He gets his courage from the can, it makes him feel like a man
because he’s lovin all the ladies but the ladies don’t love him at all.
When he’s not drunk he’s only stuck on himself,
and then he has the nerve to say he needs a decent girl.

Docking out...
-Ryan : posters

Ryan posted this at 2:04 PM.

Wednesday, October 26, 2005

 

10.26.05

I'm better written.

Docking out...
-Ryan : syllogistic refutations

Ryan posted this at 3:31 PM.

Tuesday, October 25, 2005

 

10.25.05

Like the opera at a disco.

Can you figure out what this all means?

Why?

Why not?

When do the ends justify the means?

Gangrene.

So, I saw a Sterling and a Stefanie Elitharp the other day.

Holding you is like a month of sundays.

Have you ever had anything just blow your mind?

You just sit there watching, maybe not in disbelief, but you're very absorbed.

You think as many thoughts in the span of five minutes as you would have thought in five hours on any normal day.

Intelligence can be a dangerous thing.

Let me tell you something about obedience:

It can be a good thing, and it can be a bad thing.

I'd argue that we could never find ourselves in a state of complete anarchy because there are enough open-minded people in this country with enough common sense to deter from stupidirty during such situations.

But then I thought about how easily parties can be amassed in moments of chaos thanks to
disorganization and the fluttering of minds.

People are too impressionable.

So here's the thing: learn to analyze situations and yourself to the best of your abilities.

Because when it gets down to the wire, it all falls down to you: you'll be making the decisions.

So keep your head and be smart.

Don't obey others, don't even obey your thirst.

Me?

I'm working on it too.

I don't even obey myself at times.

I obey what's best pertaining to the situation.

And that's why it's always all good.

It's all good.

Docking out...
-Ryan : nice isn't the term- problem solver instead?

Ryan posted this at 2:07 PM.

Friday, October 21, 2005

 

10.20.05

Commecialist can be rearranged to spell out microclimate.

And there was reason to dance.

By the way, just because you're a virgin or don't choose to drink, doesn't mean you're not cool.

Why would it even be an issue in the first place?

Stick to you guns and be who you want to be.

People are chill like that.

=-=-=

She spoke with a pleasant flow that was smooth, like a member of the Rat Pack. Not overly complicated, one was swayed into her conversations and just as easily became interested. While her beauty is what initially drew attention, her intelligent and witty banter were what made men linger.

She had a cute appeal that made her a precious commodity. One wasn't blinded by lust when it came to her- men wanted to handle her gently like a china doll. She was a fragile wonder that required the utmost devotion, attention and care and to do otherwise would be a crime.

And just the same, her movements were like strokes of calligraphy- smooth, elegant and fluent. When done moving from A to B, one couldn't help but redraw the path in their minds, the picture created by the various points worthy enough to be imprinted in one's head.

It would not be out of the ordinary to find men retracing her steps, hoping to find within those invisible walkways to key to unlocking this lovely love's love.

But unbeknownst to them, the secret lay in the emollient wind.

Just as it sporadically flowed in different directions, so did her taste in men. She wanted so badly to fall in love that it could've been anyone, as long as they were in the right place at the right time. She had gone through so much heartbreak that she gave up looking.

But her emotional pain stemmed not from the men, but from herself.

She embarassingly owned a lengthy track record of beaus from every facet of life and of every personality type. She went through men like a child to candy- each time finding herself hungrier and hungrier. Unhappy with each one, she moved on, though she felt guilty with every turn down.

To her, dating more resembled shopping with unlimited returns.

At this point, she was jaded, convinced that she had found the best out there and was still not satisfied. She joked that she suffered from romantic ADD but she often worried that she had passed up the one.

And whenever she had worry on her mind, she went to that same place. It was her own private spot where she could just listen to the one thing that she could relate to- the wind.

It would flow from this way to that and it always made the same soft whistle of a bellow, much like her exhales when, again, she had not found the one. This particular evening, she shut her eyes into a meditative state, intently focused on the faint calls of the violent gales. Translating it's message, she painted a path in her mind, following it with closed eyes. Slowly, she refurbished her sight.

In view was the one boy she wouldn't have thought of.

Of course, only he would have known the path to her depths.

Though she hardly recognized him, she felt a warmth beside him. So many oxymorons and contradictions were included in this paradox, and for once, she had no idea where this tunnel was leading.

She smiled.

She knew.

That unknown is what love is all about.

=-=-=

Docking out...
-Ryan : jam, groove, bounce

Ryan posted this at 6:26 AM.

Thursday, October 20, 2005

 

10.20.05

Well, hello, helloo, helloooo.

Be sure to have that thing, my friend.

That thing that no one can take away from you.

It could be the way you hold your Dr. Pepper bottle.

It could be the way you stroll.

It could be the one thing that's got her tripping.

But if anything, let it be the power of your mind.

Ooh. That one was deep.

I swear, everyone does laundry at the same time.

I don't give my lab TA enough credit.

There is never enough Dr. Pepper to go around.

I've become quite the biker.

Speaking of bicycles, I've decided that for a SB side-job, I might just become a bike booster.

I have no idea what "current music" sounds like.

My musical know-how is stuck between 1940-2004.

I'm what would have made up PDA.

The P2P Downloaders Anonymous.

I met his fathers.

No, not his biological father and his step-father, but his fathers.

That's flippin' beautiful, man.

By the way, there's a freakin' twin for everyone I've ever known in San Diego going to Santa Barbara.

For instance, there's a Mr. Scherer and a Stephanie Bell up here.

I really lucked out by getting into FT.

I couldn't ask for a better place to be living in this year.

Besides beside "you know who".

And by "you know who" I mean Lisa.

Yeah, that's her.

I hear her voice as the cold winds blow, and the sweet music on my radio.

Have you seen her?

Tell me, have you seen her?

I realized why people become Xanga-, Myspace- and Facebook-whores.

Too much time on their hands, that's all.

Currently, I have about a combined total of $85 in spending money.

I've seriously read so many books here.

It's almost Ry-diculous.

So, should I get a wireless mouse or a wacom tablet?

Maybe both!

I haven't written or drawn anything in a long time.

I see her face everywhere I go, on the street and even at the picture show.

Have you seen her?

Tell me have you seen her?

Something to bounce to.

Yeah, I'm just really horrible when it comes to math.

I'd probably enjoy Urban more if I was going to actually be performing soon.

But the routines are fun.

Hey, you.

Get some rest.

Docking out...
-Ryan : I get a kick out of you

Ryan posted this at 3:35 PM.

Wednesday, October 19, 2005

 

10.19.05

So I guess my friend got held up.

And not in a fun way.

I keep hoping that when people hail good news from my hometown that'd it'd about how they'd saved a bunch of money on their car insurance.

But alas, 'tis not the case.

Docking out...
-Ryan : how calm would you have been?

Ryan posted this at 3:44 PM.

Tuesday, October 18, 2005

 

10.18.05

You know how sometimes people say, "I trust you about as far as I could toss you."?

Then the Olsen Twins and Lindsay Lohan must be pretty trustworthy.

At least 100 yards trustworthy.

Docking out...
-Ryan : does not equate

Ryan posted this at 1:36 PM.

 

10.16.05

Don't settle for the wanweird.

Maybe it's just me, but things have started to go slightly downhill ever since I left San Diego.

More power to all of my SD famjam.

It's all good.

Believe it.

For every up, there's a down.

Love to live, live to love.

Smile.

Even when you feel like you shouldn't.

Smiling naturally causes good-feeling endorphins to flow through your body.

The happier you are, the healthier you are.

Studies show that the optimistic have lengthier lives.

They also have fun along the way.

It's not the stress that'll kill you.

It's the dwelling.

It's all about perspective and also how you deal with it.

So deal with it the right way.

And if things don't work out the way you expected, then roll with the punches.

Bend but don't break.

Why heed to the pressure?

Why care so much?

It's not so much what others think about you.

It isn't what they call you, but what you answer to.

If you know you can, then rock out.

All good things will follow once you let them.

Don't let them smother you.

If you know something's wrong, do something about it.

Talk about it, yes.

But do something.

There's a reason why it's bothering you.

Why is it?

And communicate.

Even if you're not good at bringing things up.

Take it from me:

If it's at that point, it'll just get worse without care.

It works just the same.

Refuse to express a passion and it dies.

Keep yourself happy.

It's a far cry better than staying stagnant and keeping yourself locked within the harsh environment that surrounds you.

Break out of it.

Find for yourself all the strenghts that are still rising within yourself.

And it's okay to have so much.

'Cause if you knew it all...

what reason would you have to get out of bed?

Docking out...
-Ryan : song for a friend

Ryan posted this at 3:09 AM.

Sunday, October 16, 2005

 

10.16.05

Correction:

There are 3 Ryan's.

I will still be known as the "bad" one.

And I'll still leave that up to you.

Cheers.

Docking out...
-Ryan : so, Oliver, don't be shy

Ryan posted this at 11:32 PM.

 

10.15.05

So, I guess I made Urban.

Groove with me.

I don't mind that my profile pics don't actually depict me in a visual sense.

I like drawing and I like being able to have that represent me.

Going back home this weekend and missing the first performance.

I need to cash my checks.

So there's been crazy ish going down in my hometown.

Gotta check up on everyone.

I need to start going to sleep earlier.

No one is here this weekend.

My floormates will beat your floormates' asses.

There's two Ryan's on the team.

I've decided that I'll be known as the "bad" one.

I'll let you figure that one out.

What's with this whole "poking" dealy on facebook?

And why can't my Palomar homies get one?

That ain't cool.

Those cats are badass.

How come people complain about Maxim and FHM but not Esquire?

Okay, I understand that Esquire is a little more classier, but still...

Maxim and FHM aren't porno perinphenalia.

They have good articles.

No, you are not weird.

But you might be.

It's a relative thing that is beset in the eye of the beholder.

Good people lead to good things and good times.

Midterms are just a new scary name for tests.

Labs take too long and it doesn't help that they're on Fridays.

If some cat almost ruined your life that badly, why would you go back to them?

No, they haven't changed.

Not in that timespan.

I need new music.

When in doubt, don't run.

Unless it's from an RA, apparently.

They say it works.

The novelty wears off quickly.

Did I mention that you're awesome?

I don't know when I started to run on so little memory.

Wax on, wax off.

Roll with the punches, man.

Into the fray.

I always forget to feed the puppies.

Docking out...
-Ryan : 2 wrongs don't make a wife

Ryan posted this at 3:57 AM.

Saturday, October 15, 2005

 

10.15.05

The smartest people at work are the ones that are overly happy and peppy.

Because they could come to work drunk and you wouldn't be able to tell the difference.

Docking out...
-Ryan : not from experience

Ryan posted this at 7:10 PM.

 

10.14.05

It's all about perspective.

Like, for instance:

I'm now bang-less. But I'm not bang-less.

Huh? Huh??

Oh yeah.

Docking out...
-Ryan : severely pucktarded

Ryan posted this at 4:39 AM.

Friday, October 14, 2005

 

10.14.05

I need something to draw.

And a better sleeping schedule.

Add a little dash of discipline too.

And top it with a dallop of focus.

But be sure to swipe the edges of all leftover laziness.

Docking out...
-Ryan : remember to turn your phone off in class

Ryan posted this at 11:40 AM.

Thursday, October 13, 2005

 

10.13.05

It's all about perspective.

Like this for instance:

"She had a crack-baby."

-versus-

"She had a crack, baby."

Docking out...
-Ryan : Galifianakis

Ryan posted this at 11:23 AM.

Wednesday, October 12, 2005

 

10.12.05

Did you know that lazy people are obessessed with the productivity of others?

Yeah.

If I'm nowhere, am I everywhere at once?

Futons are never right.

Try to realize it's all within yourself.

No one else can make you change.

And to see you're really only very small and life flows on within you and without you.

The recommended dosage is usually nonsense.

Amphiboly, here we come!

Dood, this isn't the DLG.

Docking out...
-Ryan : is it supposed to look like that?

Ryan posted this at 3:48 PM.

Monday, October 10, 2005

 

10.10.05

Let's forget we're running out of time.

Don't mind the yelling outside.

Why disrespect and make an ass out of yourself by lying about your character just because you're in college?

Drinking doesn't make you cool, making up stories about a girlie isn't cool and vomiting all over said girl's bed certainly isn't cool.

But I don't mind.

It's not the alcohol that's of concern.

It's the feeble-minded.

I just mind what you do afterwards.

Even if there's no one else, remember to love yourself.

Only the good die young?

Perhaps it's just the unlucky.

I know you've got something burning up inside.

I'll wear my suit for the shower.

Delicate like a nuclear blast.

Don't put the "hang"in change.

I've yet to meet Pirate and, Yarrr!, I really want to.

It's okay to not know.

If you knew, you might not get out of bed.

'Cause this life is a beautiful one, and though I've seen it coming undone, I know most definitely that its gonna be you and its gonna be me.

I'm smilin now just because.

How she easy come, how she easy go.

Docking out...
-Ryan : I'm catching my second-wind again

Ryan posted this at 10:55 PM.

Sunday, October 09, 2005

 

10.09.05

Did you know that I'm a super-hero by night?

'Cause I am.

I go by "Ryan".

'Cause I'm not too clever.

Docking out...
-Ryan : No, two people aren't on fire

Ryan posted this at 6:14 PM.

Saturday, October 08, 2005

 

10.08.05

So, I had this whole pre-conceived notion that college would be challenging and whatnot.

Perhaps, it's just the way that my schedule is, well... scheduled.

Or maybe it's just the classes I picked or perhaps it's the fact that the courses I'm taking are all pre-req.'s.

Maybe I should be thankful.

I'm talking to all these kids and their having a tough time with time management keeping up with their work.

Maybe it's just me, but it still feels like high school without attendance.

Without attendance.

That'll be the end of me.

And this partying dealy...

I'm over it.

I was over it a long time.

But the people up here are nice!

Nice and friendly.

And there's a lot of cats from SM and SD here too.

And we all live near one another!

Just the way I like it.

Like a waffle, with syrup in every square, butter and powdered sugar spread, and surrounded in whipped cream, like a fluffy crown.

That's what it's like.

Santa Barbara - A drinking town with a surfing problem.

Take Philosophy 3A for an easy "A".

Docking out...
-Ryan : as accessible as an access card

Ryan posted this at 4:04 PM.