Monthly Archives: June 2008

So I want to do this thing where I take all of the bands that I have in my music folder and put them in a tournament bracket. Then I take 10 songs from each artist and put them in a playlist. I’ll put the playlist on random and wait for all of the tracks to play. After that I choose which band I liked more. This way I can find out what my favorite band is through a strange process of elimination. Right now I only have 58 different artists in my music folder. However If I count the videogame sound tracks I have I could round it out to a perfect 64 place bracket.

I’ll find out if it actually works or not,

So I’m not sure if I mentioned this in my last post but I bought a BMX bike instead of an XBOX 360 or new computer parts. These are things I can get later. Really, the more cool tech stuff I get will just keep me inside more on sunny days like today.  Besides, I had my fill of Metal Gear Solid 4 yesterday anyways. I biked all around Kirkland to find out that this place is an suburban death maze. The houses around here are ridiculously extravagant. All of the parks are vacant.

I ended up at a fire station. There was a wrecked mustang in the parking lot. Along the side of the building was a firefighter having lunch with a woman at a picnic table. I asked the guy what the deal was with the car. He told me that the fire department takes it around to high schools to teach kids about the dangers of street racing. Apparently the girl driving the car died on impact. The guy she hit spent 6 months in the hospital. Super tragic story, but none the less the wreckage was very impressive.

From there I kept taking roads labeled “dead end”. I really didn’t have a destination so it didn’t matter how long I took to get where I was going. Turns out most roads have a bike trail or some kind of boardwalk that goes through a wetland or under some power lines at the end of those dead ends. I’m sure there is something profoundly inspirational I could say about dead ends not really being dead ends if you look close enough but I really don’t feel like coming up with it at the moment. Anyways, so I eventually made it to Totem Lake Mall which used to be a real mall. The place looked totally deserted. The inside of the mall was still open but there were no businesses inside. I wanted to ride my bike through it but I saw a janitor that spotted me just before I was about to do it. Oh well, next time. It turns out that that mall is going to be demolished this year. In it’s place they are going to build a condo/retail spot. It really makes me want to buy and rent out a condo since so many people are in the need of apartment spots but nobody can really afford to buy a condo. That a whole ‘nother post. It kinda freaks me out a bit how expensive to own a place is around here yet people still manage to make it. Whatever, that’ll be ‘nother post.

So I get really fucking hungry at this point, so I make my way to downtown where its like a little yuppie haven next to Lake Washington. I get there and there is 6 trillion people sharing the same crappy lake front. People give me weird looks cuz I’m on a bike and I’m not a 45 year old garbed in spandex. Which is weird in it of itself because who wants to see that. Grandmas that who, which are littering downtown Kirkland. It dawns on me that the only people that can really afford to live in the area are rich nerds who stay inside all of the time and retirees. I stop at a Zeek’s pizza to get slice and just relax a bit before I made my way up the hill.

4 hours went by. By the time I got home I was dead. It’s amazing how out of shape I have become. I used to be able to ride all day and not have it phaze me. Now I feel good about just going outside for once.  I think my next adventure will be in Bellevue.

So I moved last week into this place that I keep calling the open source house. I say that because I am pretty sure I can do anything I want with this house that I want to it. I’m renting from a russian guy who really just wants to flip the house after a year. I heard him say that he might just tear it down after we move out so he can start from scratch.

My roommates now consist of one of my last roommates from the last place I lived in and a Frenchman. Life is really easy dealing with them. My room is a lot larger that my last house.

In the move I found some of my old journals that date back to 2001 when I was still in high school. It seems that my writing habits are still the same. I’ll write consistently for months and then I’ll get distracted for a while only to guilt trip myself into writing again. I guess I can’t force it. I get so lost in my own writing sometimes. It’s like a time warp for me. So many things I forget about so easily. When I get them in writing it is so amazing to me. It seems so pointless at the time. I guess that it is like wine and it only gets better with age.

It’s so weird to me that I have stuff that I’ve written that is old enough to say that it was a totally different time. So many things have changed since then. I think it will be really cool to know that my whole life will be compiled into those horrible scribbles within those torn pages.