Wednesday, September 19, 2007

Humdrum, bad timing, and new running shoes. And maybe a poem if I get to it.
It's another humdrum mood. Let's blame the sudden weather change.

Bad timing strikes again. Or, another girl lying to make me feel better about rejection. "You're an awesome guy, but..." It never gets old. It's as reliable as tax season, baby. Give me more.

I spent a good 20-30 minutes at Big 5 yesterday trying out new running shoes. I hate running, but it's what's available at my parents' crib if I don't want to get to the gym. Anyway, the kids who were working there were pretty unprofessional.. talking about messy customers.. talking about how customers should clean up after themselves.. not ONCE acknowledging that I was there. I feel them on the messy customers because working at Sportmart and in the shoe department sucked! But, it shouldn't have been discussed with me sitting there fiddling with different pairs of shoes. Anyway, walking into the store at twilight was a bit nostalgic - like when I went there with my mom to purchase my first ever cleats. Actually driving around Fremont with the overcasting clouds and diminishing sunlight was really, really a nostalgic gut shot. I don't know why.

I also realize that sunsets are very.. i dunno.. emotionally affective. Prolly common with other people, but I just noticed it sparks up introspection and shit.

poem:
nevermind. no poem.

Ulam cooked @ 10:41 PM

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Monday, September 17, 2007

boredom
boredom in a time of -
i don't want to do no stinkin survey -
clean slated nothingness.
winks gone astray,
hello's runaway
into a darker abyss than a sinkhole
in an outer universe.
nothing is nothing.
period.

bored - out of my mind - out of your mind
because your mind relies heavily
on fear and passe' cliche'.

softball games, the regular names,
the small time fame of a small time somebody
is fine and good in a redundant kind of way,
but creativity lacks,
and nonchalance rejected,
the whoopty-doo of twiddling thumbs
only burns minimal calories.
i need a better cardio-vascular challenge -
just enough to realize that my heart
is as figurative
as it is biologically literal.

if you get that,
then you're a genius
of emotive intelligence -
of empathic relevance,
who needs to quit playing
like a rubik's cube.

Ulam cooked @ 3:48 PM

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