One way to get the press to stop being so hard on you is to LET THEM ASK YOU THE QUESTIONS THEY HAVE.  Do you think we don’t get it?  Clearly you are afraid of moments like the Charlie Gibson Bush Doctrine incident.  But the more you hide, the more we question.  The more we question, the worse you look.  But it might be too late for that now anyway.

These things don’t really open you up to any deep nook of my life but are more or less just fun for me to ramble about.

1. I am the messiest teeth brusher you’ll ever not see.  When I brush my teeth, I like to be behind a locked door to the bathroom.  I don’t like anyone to watch me brush my teeth because it’s like watching someone who just swallowed a full tube of Orajel try and eat a bowl of cheerios.  I don’t know if this is a good thing because I’m overly thorough or if I just don’t understand the fundamentals.  I think if I was any neater about it I wouldn’t be cleaning my teeth properly, however I’ve never seen anyone brush their teeth as sloppy as I do.  Sometimes I wish I could be the type to think of something to say to my roommates and come strolling out of the bathroom and into the living room, take my toothbrush out of my mouth where there’s barely any visible foam around my lips or even on the toothbrush and start yapping away.  It just won’t happen because when I brush my teeth, I look like Brendan Frasier in Encino Man when he’s “wheezing the juice” at the mini-mart.

It shouldn’t be a surprise that I draw a large amount of inspiration from Eddie Vedder of the band Pearl Jam.  One thing I know about him is that he always carries around a marble composition notebook.  You know, one of those notebooks you used to be required to get for 5th grade English class.  It’s pretty smart to keep something like that at hand, especially for him since he’s a lyricist.  But, I think for anyone with a creative mind or even just with much to say, it is also important to write down your thoughts sometimes.

So, that being said, I went out and I purchased a notebook and started to write down some things that would pop into my mind at various parts of the day.  I decided to throw some of them up on here every once in a while.  These are short, and aren’t meant as opinions or as discussion topics, rather they are just thoughts, or what I was feeling at the time the notebook was open in front of me.

Here goes:

The big flag waves and I sit under a tree
A slight breeze coupled by the shade from the leaves
Makes me feel as though the sun has gone home for the day
But the light still shines bright
And a blue canvas stands paintless in the sky.
I ponder where I’m going.
I ponder where I’ve been.
I concede to not know,
And that makes my life seem alright.

Lifeguard, in red, can you agree this beach seems a death bed?

A Bishop finally sleeps
After three days of feeling weak
He had his questions
Like “Did I do all God asked of me?”
And “Can you assure me I’ve done right?”
A Bishop finally sleeps
It’s God he finally meets.

There’s something so soothing about the sounds surrounding your silence.

This hole I’ve dug myself into is deep enough to be my grave.

Red Blue Red Blue Red Blue Red Blue Red Blue

Can I borrow your eyes in exchange for my shoes?  I need a new disguise, I need to be just like you.

I’ll try to do this everyone so often, as I fill up this notebook.  Thanks for reading though.