Haircut

Today was pretty intense with homework, so I decided to chop off some of my hair.

To do so, I got the scissors from my desk and looked in a mirror. It is jagged in the back. I formed it into a sort of faux hawk:

Right here my hair is wet, so it lays down. It's all differnent lengths on top and in back, I think, so I might have to conceal it under a hat.

I don't know why I do things like this. I really don't. I like long hair better.

I miss my hair!

Oh yeah...thos are some of the paintings I have painted right there to the sides of my head. The yellow one is called "Gravitation." The other is "Forth the Core of the Earth" (it actually has no name...it just looks like something that bursted fromt he earth's core).

Do you know how this is relevant to fiction writing? Well...I was working on some writing, but could not focus, so I said "to hell with it" and went downstairs, made tuna salad, played Halo 2 and killed some aliens, and then (not wanting to go back to writing) decided to spend thirty minutes cutting my own hair. This, my friends, is how it ties into fiction writing. It is certainly relevant, no?

Barthelme

It is time for me to get back on the ball and write some stuff that is actually pertinent to class (but, did I even fall off the ball in the first place, or did I just take it on a detour through the jungle?)

Barthelme was pretty sweet. I liked his stories better than Novakovich. Novakovich was good, but it was like "oh, I am reading a story...wow." Barthelme is like "snap crackle pop, bitches!" You know, shit like that.

There's my book laying on the desk. If you look closely you will see that some of the pages are dog-eared (or cat-eared for you more intelligent folk). These dog/cat-eared pages mark the stories that I thought were exemplary and good. They were good.

These stories include: Game, Alice, The Dolt, The Glass Mountain, The Sandman, A Manual for Sons, and The School. I liked these stories.

I wasn't shocked to read Barthelme. I wasn't taken aback. I did not say "he must be on drugs" or "now I want to do crack". I didn't think that at all.

I am never shocked. You cannot shock me. Last year, in "Intro to Fiction", we read George Saunders. Someone said that it would be weird. I thought it was not. It was creative. It was extraordinary. It was major leauge, not some youth soccer team.

I am not shocked by anything. Try to shock me. If you succeed, you will be rewarded with a small sum of money.

Back to our friend Barthelme, man of four wives...

Barthelme is fun. It is good clean fun. He is a good guy. I don't see his writing as random at all. It is very organized, concise. It is full of life.

His techniques, you ask. Look in "Game". See the repetition. I like repetition. Repetition is good.

Look at "The Glass Mountain". Observe that it is a list, 1) to 100). A list is always good. Dean's List is good. A list of groceries is good. It gives you something to look forward to.

In the last sentence I wrote, I ended with a preposition. You are not supposed to do that. Well, you are not supposed to speed either, but I do it anyway.

If the police try to get me, I will run.

It's true!

Yes, it's true! I have made another blog so that you can look at some random pictures. You can see how I waste my time. I waste time like no other.

http://cdupreezpic.blogspot.com

When I get arrested.

So, I'm probably going to get arrested for posting copyrighted pictures on my blog. I did not ask permission to use any of the pictures. When the cops come and drag me away from my computer and put me in cuffs and throw me down the stairs and beat me and sic their dogs on me, just remember that there is a lesson in all of this. I am an example that the police will always bring you down. Always.

Wait! Wait! If she is going to try to arrest me, I will let her. I hope she comes soon!

Unproductive?

About five minutes ago (2:41 am) I decided to finally start homework. I only did homework for three minutes. Now I am wikipedia looking at information about John Coltrane. He was the man.

But was I really unproductive? No, I didn't get homework, but a lot of ideas formed in my head as I sat there doing nothing. Ideas are most important!

Reggae Music

I think I really like reggae music. I think I really do.

A moment ago, I got out the rasta hat and a put on my sunglasses and started to dance around the room. In my excitement, I accidently bumped into a shelf. The cactus fell to the floor, and now looks pathetic. Poor little guy!

"Pass" through the door!

Considering that on the microscopic level matter is mostly empty space, because 99.9% of the stuff is packed into the nucleus, then shouldn't I be able to somehow spring up from the desk and propel my body towards the door, hoping to simply "pass" through it? I mean, what are the chances that I will not make it, that the nuclei of the atoms in my body and door will obstruct my trajectory?

Big Life Decision!

As of this morning, March 20, 2007, I have decided to pack my bags and move to Bora Bora, an island of French Polynesia. If you want to come stay in my beach house, let me know, and I'll make another hammock in the next few days for you.

Princess.

My cat expects me to dote on her night and day. She is thus appropriately called "Princess." When I see her sitting by her empty dish, I say out loud: "Oh. Do I have to get "Princess" some food?" I don't know how she can control me, and make me wait upon her, but she is 14 so I will let it slide.

Anyway, it is Wednesday. Spring break is half over. I dread going back to school. I might just decide to not go back. There are plenty of jobs out there. I could even do illegal stuff, and make a lot of money. I could be an arms dealer. Not only is this a lucrative market, but it would be sort of exciting. I like excitement. I live for excitement. Yesterday I street luged down a large hill. Today I explored a crevice. Tomorrow I am going to BASE jump. If the police try to get me, I will run.

Sap for Romance

I am a sap for romance. Today I watched a movie on IFC called Lulu on the Bridge. It was a really good movie. Unlike all those other love stories out there, this one really captured what it is really like...the excitement, the initial awkwardness, the true nature of love. This is one of my favorite movies.

I watched this other movie called Dirty Pretty Things about a Nigerian man and a Muslim young woman trying to survive in London. They are illegal immigrants, and their employers know it, but do not say anything...cheap labor. Illegal immigrants often "donate" their kidneys in return for passports and new identies, but usually the surgeries are performed crudely, and the survival rate is low. The Muslim girl consents to having sex with the guy who produces passports for illegal immigrants. She loses her virginity. In the end, the Nigerian, who is a doctor, tricks the guy and ends up removing the guy's kidney, collects money from a man who "buys" the organs, and thus buys airline tickets for the Muslim woman and himself. The Muslim goes to New York; the Nigerian to see his seven year old daughter (he had to flee Nigeria years before because the government was trying to kill him). When the Muslim woman is getting onto the plane, she turns around and mouths "I love you" to the Nigerian. He mouths it back. I almost cried.

IFC movies are the greatest because they make things how they really are in life. They don't add all kinds of background music to enhance the mood...my emotions are stirred in deeper ways.

Other movies I have enjoyed recently are:

The Puffy Chair
Some people buy a chair on ebay and have to pick it up from Atlanta. I only saw a bit of this one, but it was crazy hilarious!

Tears of the Sun
This is a very touching movie. I think this says a lot about the SEALS and the US military. Just remember that we are fighting for so many reasons, and it is never right to dishonor our soldiers. This world is a crazy place, and I truely believe that it can be better...it will be better.

Man on Fire
Creasy values life, and gives his own for Pita. This is one of the most honorable things a human could do for another. I think I was touched by this movie because I, too, would give my life for something I believe in.

Spring Break

Spring break has started, and you ask "what, what are you going to do for spring break, Charles? Are you going to go to an exotic place and sit on the beach?" Then I say something like "no, no I am not planning on going to an exotic place because I lack the funds to do such fine things. Instead, I shall go back to my hometown and golf for five days straight on the 9-hole course."

"Nine hole?" you say. "Are you joking? That is not even real golf!"

"No, no it isn't," I respond, my emotions not excited. "But I am not a real golfer. I am a binge golfer. Others binge drink, and fuck themselves up, but I choose to stay clean, to improve on my golf game."

"What?" you say. "Are you some kind of pansy?"

And that's when my bud Tiger Woods comes out of nowhere and knocks you to the floor with his three wood. Tiger lets out a roar, something like: "yo man! You should listen to this Charles kid. That booze is a bad scene...it'll surely fuck you up." And then Michael Jordan will crawl out from the shrubs and say something like: "Damn straight! That booze will FUCK YOU UP!"

Michael Jordan is like a saint. You should follow in his footsteps this spring break, and stay clean. That is always best.

Today

Today was sort of busy. I can't really remember what happened, but it was busy.

Josip was a pretty sweet guy. He was pretty sweet.

Unfortunatley, I am a dumbass, and thought that the reading was at 19:30. So, I get there, a little late, like at 19:35, and then realize that it was at 19:00. Instead of being the fool to walk in late, I decided to turn around and walk back outside.

I just got done eating a lot of candy. Walgreens has these humungous boxes of candy for $1, so I bought 5: Raisenettes, Junior Mints, Red Vines, Boston Baked Beans, and these things called Jujubes. Then in the checkout line I decided I needed some peeps, so I got a box of those too. I ate almost the whole box of Raisenettes. I feel sort of sick. The Jujubes were like three years old, and very hard, so I only ate about five of those things. Don't get Jujubes. They will surely bring you to your downfall.

Also, this insomnia thing is over. Instead, I am just really tired all the time. I sleep like 9 or ten hours a night, and still I am tired in the day. Maybe I am dying. That would be most unfortunate. I don't think I am dying. No, I'm not.

Well, on this note, I am going to go to bed. The Raisenettes need time to settle. My brain needs time to clear. My body needs 11 hours of rest.

C Walk

I have decided to learn the C Walk. Within a couple weeks, I will be an all star. Check out this clip...it is pretty tight:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=R_kDD9p8_V8&mode

I am NOT Irish.

This is what my room looks like. It is disorganized. It is difficult to locate what you are looking for.

What my room represents is my mind. My mind is disorganized, and it is quite possible that I do not know what is going on more than 75% of the time.

You see that fishbowl, on top of the wardrobe? I like that fishbowl. A fish swims in it. Its name is Gypsum. You see that picture above the fishbowl? It is a picture of two white kittens in a wicker basket with a red linen. You see that hat on the left? It is a Norte Dame hat. I'm Irish, so naturally I would have a Norte Dame hat. See that torchier light? It sets a romantic mood. I like a romantic mood. See those curtains? Those curtains were made by my mom. I live in sort of a basement thing. The ground level starts at the bottom of the window. I guess you could say I live in a pit.

But it is an awesome pit. I love to live in this pit. I have a cat who also resides in the pit. Her name is Nacho. She is orange.

See that stuff hanging from the ceiling? It's like Christmas all the time in my room. Joy to the world!

Cereal

Cereal is quite possible the best food ever. It is great as a breakfast food...great for a snack...and can even be a meal on its own (if you eat a couple three or four bowls). Yes, cereal is certainly the best food ever.

Since you are apparently interested in what I am saying, I will tell you what my favorite kinds of cereal are:

Boo Berry
Count Chocula
Frankenberry
Raisin Bran
Frosted Shredded Wheats


Now doesn't this make you want to go get a big bowl of cereal? I hope it does. If you are poor and living on the streets, don't worry. You can come enjoy a bowl of cereal with me. When it gets warmer, we can even sit out on the porch and converse under the beautiful sun.

Stories.

I tried to write some today. It turned out that today was just a day to write a couple of paragraphs for two different stories. One is about a guy and a girl. The guy is from a foreign country. The other story is about a guy and a girl and a bird and a boy.

Pussies

People around here are pussies when it comes to snow. I guess there is some kind of "winter storm" or something right now. They closed school. Wesleyan is a bunch of pansies. It is not even that bad outside. The roads are pretty much all clear, and it isn't even cold. It's like 30 degrees, with a windchill of 15. We aren't in Antarctica, people. It really isn't that bad. Nut up!