I fully realize how stupid this is, but it’s worked in the past. So here is my new tumblr todo. And boy do I need it right now, as I’ve relapsed like a motherfucker in more ways than one.
1. Stop with the stupid ass smoking
2. back to running 50+ miles a week
3. the one thing I need to do. focus like a lunatic on this
quit smoking for real. have three left, it’s enough of this shit.
run marathon - qualify for boston
get back in school
start writing a lot again (class starts 2/5)
find a healthy relationship, excepting that be good with being alone
I didn’t think of them as resolutions at the time, but looking back, they kinda were. Taking stock now, I had a pretty successful year based on what I wanted to accomplish.
Did this. I’ve been bad the past few days, but I don’t smoke sober anymore, at all.
ran a marathon. qualified for boston.
this is in progress. applications are out, fingers are crossed.
this is done too, trying to go back to school to write even more.
lalalalala alalalal lallalalalal la la la
Gonna give it some thought and come up some goals for this year, but right now I only have one. Well, maybe two.
me:
ok, you know the montage where the stupid people procreate like crazy?
autumnashby:
Yes.
me:
so i'm looking at this wedding from this dood who i went to hs with on the old facebook and it's clearly taking place in some sort of firehall or vfw and i know he's already got like two kids, and this broad he's marrying has a couple and to look at the two of them you'd be shocked to learn that either of them breathe through their noses with ease and i start to realize, looking at this wedding, as a barren, single fella in his 30's, that it's sorta like watching that montage....in real time
since i’m feeling very emo lately, i’ve decided to channel my white boy man pain into a really bad idea. that really bad idea being rap. i’m going to sample the whitest songs i can find and rap in the least rhythmic drone possible about how much my heart hurts. first up, a song sampling the beginning of this song:
me:
explain to me again how twilight vampires can go in the sun?
Sent at 2:
55 PM on Thursday
Colleen:
the can go in
but
wait for it
they sparkle
and it would give away their secret
me:
but they're vampires
Colleen:
so?
me:
VAMPIRES CAN'T GO IN THE FUCKIN SUN
Colleen:
silly greg
me:
it's like rule 1, maybe 2 after drinking blood
Colleen:
that's just a myth
me:
i'm tumbling this, as proof to my unborn, never to be born children that i did not get down with this shit when it was popular, and that i was a vampire purist...should the topic ever arise
In, what will no doubt be a fruitless effort, to declutter my life a bit, I’m getting rid of some books. I’m way too lazy to be bothered with selling or trading them, and I hate to think of them gathering dust in a charity shop. As such, I’m offering them here on the old facebook before I cart them off.
Take a look at the list and email me if you want anything. Obviously it’s way more convenient for me if live in or around the greater philadelphia area. If you don’t, we can probably figure something out though. So seriously, email me, take these shits. Help curb my compulsion to hoard before I become one of those people who gets buried and dies in an avalanche of their own stuff and doesn’t get found for weeks.
The books are (in alpha order by author)
henderson the rain king saulbellow
the tortilla curtain tcboyle
ham on rye charlesbukowski
junky williamburroughs
dry augustenburroughs
the amazing adventures of kavalier and clay michaelchabon
the mysteries of pittsburgh michaelchabon
eleanor rigby douglas coupland little shit nommed on this a bit the brief and wonderful life of oscar wao junotdiaz
paddy clark, ha ha ha roddy doyle
snapper roddy doyle
the van roddy doyle
the woman who walked into doors roddy doyle
foucaults pendulum umberto eco
go down moses williamfaulkner
sanctuary williamfaulkner
a fable williamfaulkner
requiem for a nun williamfaulkner
broom of the system davidfoster wallace
brief interviews with hideous men davidfoster wallace
american gods neil gaiman
the motorcycle diaries che guevara rough shape a letter to a christian nation sam harris
a long way down nickhornby
the elementary particles michelhouellebecq
the doors of perception aldoushuxley
world according to garp johnirving
lake wobegon days garrisonkeillor
sailor song kenkesey
darkness at noon arthurkoestler
the unbearable lightness of being milan kundera
fortress of solitude jonathanlethem
the razor’s edge w somersetmaugham
atonement ian mcewan
amsterdam ianmcewan
beloved tonimorrison
thus spoke zarathustra friedrichnietzsche
snow orhanpamuk
the moviegoer walkerpercy
ishmael daniel quinn
one day in september simonreeve
portnoy’s complaint philiproth
human stain philip roth
everything is illuminated jonathansafran foer dog chewed a bit extremely loud and incredibly close jonathansafran foer