Christmas came early due to free overnight shipping

I splurged on Bose speakers and fell back in love with some of my favorite songs. These are a few songs which I listened to first:

Andrew Bird || Imitosis
Andrew Bird || Sic of elephants
Michael Jackson || Billie Jean
My Morning Jacket || One Big Holiday
Regina Spektor || Love Affair
Rilo Kiley || Silver Lining
2Pac || Changes

B R A I N W A S H E D .

Our generation has been raised to be afraid of each other. Always suspicious. Scared, even. Our elementary teachers lecturing about "STRANGER DANGER" and "DON'T TALK TO STRANGERS." And now I am handicapped; incapable of meeting new people. Everyday passing by or walking along with hundreds of students, without a word being said. I noticed this silence immediately freshman year, but paralyzed I made no attempt to change. I hate myself for that now.

I get why parents pull their kids out of those programs we participated in in elementary school now; because those programs PROGRAMED us to believe that crap.

What if we started to teach the next generation to always have trust in each other? Wouldn't it be a relief? How liberating it would be.

Say It Aint So

I have four projects due this week. Two due Tuesday. One Wednesday. One Friday. With the usual homework assignments ontop of this. Damn, how did I let it get this bad?

Be cool.



Guess I'll just close my eyes.

Don't touch my pickles.

We all have things to complain about. Some have more cause than others. Me, my complaints matter. For instance, it really irritates me when someone eats my pickles. I didn't buy a $5 jar of pickles, or two pounds of provolone, for everyone else to eat. I didn't buy tin foil for everyone else to drape over a pan to make their pizza. The foil is for my mozzarella sticks. Call me selfish.

I think my turtle just ate a rock.. I guess we all gotta eat.

I was swimming in the Caribbean

Animals were hiding behind the rocks

Except the little fish

But they told me, he swears

Tryin' to talk to me, coy koi

Where is my mind?


-Pixies

It is beginning to bother me that time spent thinking of you is much greater than time spent with you.

So close, yet so far away.

Over the past few months I have realized how badly I desire to own a motorcycle.

I searched through craigslist over-and-over again. I found that the bike I desired so much was an old Honda CB350. It took months of searching and months of e-mailing sellers to find someone who has not already sold their beloved bike. But finally I found it. I found the bike I wanted to own. It was within an hour of my home, at a price no one could argue with. And was in "show-room" quality. But the hardest part had not come yet.

I had to tell my mom.

Or did I?

I had thought about just buying it and have it be.. well, a surprise to my mom. She'd probably flip out and make me sell it. But at least I'd have had it for a while. Or maybe she'd just let me have it
( u n l i k e l y ) . I thought that if I were to make a decision this big, I better have talked to my mom about it. I had to tell my mom what I was planning to buy.

What I learned from this experience?

Don't ask for permission, ask for forgiveness.

Ok, here's next semesters line up:

CHEG 332 - Chemical Engineering Kinetics

CHEG 341 - Fluid Mechanics

CHEG 595 - Intellectual Property for Engineers [ P a t e n t L a w ]

CHEG 600 - Polymer Science & Engineering

GEOG 235 - Conservation: Natural Resources

Nice choices I think, except for the hard ones.
Shit.

I think I would like to work for the EPA or some other environmental agency working towards renewable [ r e u s a b l e ] energy. Just a thought.

Everyone is a chameleon

The amusement I get from watching you change every time we meet is beginning to hurt.


Take me back to the start.

Sorry or Please

Vulgar the lie
Vulgar when brought to light
Distorted pictures is all you have

A compromise, between honesty and lies
Disturbing silence darkens your sight
Repeatedly reminded by the looks on their faces

Ignore them tonight, and you'll be alright
Cast some light, and you'll be alright
for now

i was originally planning on this being my space to leave my crappy drawings and other little nothings which would mean nothing, like everything else in my life. but recently i have been so scared and so nervous, i just have to type it down. leave it as proof of what has been done. a story for a stranger to read as he stumbles over my space of nothing.


this is me and my bike. when i get bored or tired, i like to ride it. i like to ride it with the accompaniment of friends. on our rides, nothing else matters. not my grades. not my assignments. not my friends, and all their bull shit. it's just me, my bike, and my closest of friends riding through the streets of newark. we can be found most commonly at night when the streets are bare.

two months ago, this bike which provided me this sanctuary was taken from me. some jack off [who probably lives in my building] cut my lock and took that which gave me joy. it took me a week to report it stolen. i didn't want to believe i had been ripped off. for a week i walked through my campus searching everywhere in hopes that i had left it somewhere and had forgotten about it. but this i feared, was not the case.

it wasn't until april second that my hopes [of ever seeing my bike again] sparked. i had found my bike on craigslist. this spark created a fire. and by this fire i deceived another man. i pursued the situation as if i had wanted to purchase my bike. i arranged a meeting to purchase my bike. i was never intending to purchase my bike.

a fit, close-shaven young man approached me on my bike. my bike which he had masked with a grey lacquer. he dismounted and tilted the bike towards me. i took the newly wrapped handlebars and knew instantly that my bike was finally back with its rightful owner.

it wasn't until this moment that my friends came out from hiding and arrested this fraudulent fool. he seemed nice; but there was nothing nice about what he has done.

i am now left with a shit-grey bike.

the campus police and newark policemen are now my friends. i have seen them in action and am greatful for their assistance in this endeavor.

lukas.

I am the Lorax, I speak for the trees, for the trees have no tongues.