blind

i can't see. i don't have my contacts in, and i can't find my glasses, but that's 100% beside the point.

i'm blind to every wave i make in my tiny pond, and how they affect the people around me.

my room is clean, and that's nice.

so there's that i suppose...

i need a haircut. and a new pair of shoes. gravis preferably.

i want to make a short film, but i need it to snow first.

i found my glasses! success!

that is all. end of blog. life is blah.

nothing has changed

life is still living, and i still have hair on my head. new music has been discovered, and old music has faded into the background. friendships have grown, or shrunk. or disappeared completely. such is life.

i have a sinus infection. the doctor gave me antibiotics and steroids. i feel like i should be a big muscle guy, but they're apparently a different kind of steroid. i'm still not sure what to believe. maybe i'll get roid rage and punch some people.

i was messing around with stage makeup today, and at one point my face was purple. no pictures to document this event though. dang.

this weekend was entertaining. i saw reckless at wesleyan, and it was amazing. 'life has been reckless with these people' i want to make art that well.

sometimes i feel like its us that are reckless with ourselves, not life. we are the variable. life is a constant.

what else? um... my parents were gone to Colorado Springs this weekend, and they're being vague about their activities. i hope they didn't kill anyone. i have no idea how i would deal with that news. probably poorly.

i slept in their bed while they were gone. very comfortable. i could sleep in it every night, if at all possible. maybe i'll steal their bed when i move out.

i'm listening to Gregory and the Hawk, a very deceptive band name. it is just one person. a girl. there is no one named Greg, and there is no bird. at all. however her music is very pleasant. go check it out. I'd say please, but that wouldn't change your mind as to whether or not you're going to listen to it. it will not push you over that edge between doing it, and not doing it, you know what i mean?

i watched a lot of movies this weekend, as well as the husker game. i'm still a big fan of (and always will be for that matter) well produced films. and i've decided that there's a distinct difference between films and movies. Fight Club is a film. Baby Mama is a movie. make sense? like it really matters anyway. most people don't care enough to make a distinction between things like that. but i'm snoody, so i can do that.

i like all movies. and films. i always find something to like about them. well i just lied again. BTK was the single worst thing i've ever seen in my life. horrible acting. horrible production. horrible dialogue. horrible story line. just disgusting all around. never see it if you don't have to. it should just be erased from time and space.

give me my 90 minutes back from that one, please.

but really i find something to appreciate about almost everything i watch. even the kiddy shows i watch with my niece. there's something there that someone put in because they love what do, and its my mission to find those things in everything. does that make sense? i hope so. i can't be the only person that does this.

the iTunes visualizer blows my mind.

i need a tripod.

the humor in this post was very dry, and i hope that translated well.

my eyes are tired.

look left and look right but never look down. never look down.
thank you justin nozuka


good day to you all.