Wednesday, November 30, 2005

 

11.30.05

A ruler wears a crown while the rest of us wear hats.

But which would you rather have when it’s raining?

I'd go for the umbrella.

Better yet, nothing.

Docking out...
-Ryan : puts the "hug" in thug

Ryan posted this at 5:24 PM.

Tuesday, November 29, 2005

 

11.29.05

Sometimes people ask, "Whoa there. You're total polar opposites. How do things work out?"

Well, what a ry-diculous question.

Let me put it this way:

You can't fully engulf yourself in the beauty and mysterious wonderment of the stars without having the black night sky behind it, can you?

Consequently, you can't appreciate the depth of the deep galaxy and fathom it's endless splendor without factoring in the twinkling stars within it.

It's like Yin and Yang.

Peanut-butter jelly.

Peanut-butter jelly with a baseball bat.

Some people think cucumbers taste better pickles.

It doesn't have to make sense.

That's what we're looking into it for.

And we've found that it works.

Docking out...
-Ryan : and I hear 'em say

Ryan posted this at 12:17 AM.

Tuesday, November 22, 2005

 

11.21.05

So, I guess I'll be having a single the rest of the year.

I won't delve into further detail than that.

It's not for the faint of heart.

I'll be honest.

I'm a little dissapointed.

What a groovy weekend it has been.

Docking out...
-Ryan

Ryan posted this at 12:57 AM.

Friday, November 18, 2005

 

11.18.05

Things can get pretty hectic.

But even so, you can't let them bring you down too far.

Turn that anchor into a platform and come back up as much as you can.

Those outside forces-- they'll remain outside forces.

You may not be able to control, but you can work with them.

Communication is a big thing.

It's hard for many-- I know.

Getting over something and/or dealing with it shares a fine line with running away.

Be careful. One's better than the other.

"Santa Barbara-- the place where we 'handle' our business."

This is where I go to college.

The most intelligent party school.

A place where alcohol is consumed like oxygen.

But hey, don't get me wrong.

I don't mind if these cats drink.

That's fine.

I'm all for a good time, and if you want to get tipsy, it's all good.

It's just the reasoning behind it and the amount of.

It's irritating when people say that they drink in order to become more sociable-- being drunk opens them up (in some cases, in more ways than one) and gives them some absentee motivation.

Maybe it's the fact that I personally don't need alcohol to talk to people, I don't know.

Or, people say that things are just easier to sift through when they're drunk.

Look, alcohol is no substitute for dealing with your problems.

If you're abusing it for that factor, you're just augmenting your sorrows.

They say things are just funnier when you're drunk.

I feel it's actually funnier watching drunk people and being sober gives it a sort of bonus "Haha, you're an idiot drunk" factor.

It's ry-diculous how some cats become when they're drunk.

People pride themselves on their tales of inebriation.

Kids trade their monologues and stories like they were exchanging cash.

And, as always, the one with more always comes out on top in bartering.

The stories are funny, yes-- but many times they're also idiotic.

The thing that gets me is that these kids aren't idiotic at all.

To be honest, Santa Barbara has some of the most well-rounded kids that I know.

They have a good balance of book-smarts and street-smarts.

The only problem is that the majority of kids lack self-restraint and discipline.

And while those that do may not be ridiculed for it, people like to talk.

It's not a bad thing to not drink, smoke or party.

And you, Mr. Too Consumed With The Womb.

Freakin' lounge out.

You're not helping yourself and you're just creeping people out.

Honestly.

You've probably seen it all the time and thought to yourself, "That can't possibly work."

And it doesn't.

Look, just be cool, be eloquent and articulate, drop the pick-up lines and steer away from sexual innuendos at all costs.

And listen.

With your ears.

And no wandering eyes.

You'll find out things you never knew before.

You don't need all this jibba-jabba, my friends.

You can do it on your own.

It's a fact that you're better than you actually think you are.

Docking out...
-Ryan : I'm sick (with a cold)

Ryan posted this at 10:32 PM.

Thursday, November 17, 2005

 

11.16.05

Important news!

=-=-=-=

Worried about those abdominal muscles of yours?

I've found a better alternative to "Six Minute Abs"!

You just need to take the illness lottery and try for that 1/50 chance that you'll get a cold with a mad cough!

Just 10 minutes of coughing is equivalent to about 1000 sit-ups!

Expensive?!

No!

Time-consuming?!

No!

Bad for your health?!

What isn't nowadays?!

As a special bonus, you can even intimidate dogs*!
*This potentially pertains only to little/nano dogs or dogs of the virtual nature (i.e Nintendogs).

=-=-=

Being sick's groovy.

Other than your immune system, there's one thing you can count on:

People want you to get better.

It's a good thing.

Docking out...
-Ryan : "Maybe if I'm lucky, I'll show her my [sick] face. You know what I'm talking about."

Ryan posted this at 2:18 AM.

Monday, November 14, 2005

 

11.13.05

Every now and then people ask, "Man, don't you get tempted up there?"

Well, man does have a natural desire to want to implant his seed in every accessible female.

It's a feral instinct-- a basic human desire that we share with the animals.

I like to think that I'm better than that.

Plus, it makes it a lot easier to have an awesome girlfriend that you would do anything for.

And that's including not implanting your seeds in every accessible female.

It's really not that hard, guys.

Have some willpower.

And affection.

=-=-=

He would describe all of it in one word: progressive. That's was his view. Economy and physics.

It was a simple law: what stays in motion wants to remain in motion, and that's what it was eternally doing. It was a big organism that had too many things going on at once and people did their best to try and justify it all as a whole. However, to him, it was just too gargantuan.

Things were going to happen every now and then and the worst part was there was nothing you could do to stop it. True, there were many ways to avoid the multiple instances that could occur spontaneously, but it was going to happen. It was bound to. Controlled chaos, some would call it.

To move on from one thing to the next. To ebb and to flow. To roll with the punches. To be, in a sense, nomadic, sporadic. That's how one had to operate in order to function at all in this world.

It was all too easy to crash and burn. To be stagnant, lethargic. To sit there and try to justify what had just happened.

The idea that a plan had been set out for all seemed ridiculous. What was the point-- self-discovery? What good could self-discovery and the strengthening of character be in an environment where it would constantly be tested and needed but never ultimately change?

Why were some plans harder, easier, longer or shorter than others? Some were just born lucky, he guessed. It isn't entirely fair that some were blessed with stalwart demeanors and strong stomachs.

Like many blunders, it had surely been established with good intentions, but now there was just too much suffering. The entire mechanism was a trap for its inhabitants. It was an abandoned product. Everyone had their problems and sometimes it seemed like that was the only connection found, let alone, shared.

If anyone was going to save one another, it would be each other. People were lonely, but they were lonely together.

For every solution, multiple conflicts resulted. It was a cycle that was started long ago and never evolved to a better position.

No one liked to be wrong. No one enjoyed not having control. People are inherently selfish-- it's a product of survival. What beauty could be found was encapsulated into a single concept and reserved for a certain group. Certain universals became luxuries. One man's treasure was literally one man's treasure and no one elses.

The catch was that things had to be this way in order to exist-- there needed to be a reason for employment. It could not continue to strive for as long as it had if it wasn't. The machine hadn't been built with unlimited resources-- that just wouldn't make sense. One had to feed off pain in one way or another in order to get away from it. Happiness was attained at the expense of someone else. Without an imbalance, some things wouldn't move forward. Something can't be moved in a given directon without a push.

It was all a given. It was overlooked. People needed to be busy.

And busy they were and forever busy will they be. It was a circle, an infinite routine.

He would describe all of it in one word: progressive.

That's was his view.

Economy and physics.

=-=-=

I'm wearing my "Lisa" socks.

You only wish you were this badass.

Holla.

Okay, you're a little too excited.

Down, boy.

Docking out...
-Ryan : stick witchu

Ryan posted this at 1:37 AM.

Wednesday, November 02, 2005

 

11.2.05

It's really hard.

I'm really struggling.

It's not the workload.

It's not the difficulty of the subjects.

I just don't want to become a slacker.

Docking out...
Ryan : ...

Ryan posted this at 3:17 PM.