Sick Day and Modest Mouse

I was on my death bed yesterday. And today I felt like moping around. This is what I accomplished. As you can tell brushing my hair wasn't one of the days accomplishments. SORRY!



This song is cool cuz:
1. This band is from Seattle
2. It says "eunichs"
3. Favorite line: "Henry you dance like a wooden Indian" like my friend Steph

AND...
Yeah I'm wearing a Transformers shirt

Word of the Month: Moderation

This is similar to the manner in which I have lived my life, (observed and spoken so eloquently by Steinbeck in Travels with Charley):

“For I have always lived violently, drunk hugely, eaten too much or not at all, slept around the clock or missed two nights of sleeping, worked too hard and too long in glory, or slobbed for a time in utter laziness. I've lifted, pulled, chopped, climbed, made love with joy and taken my hangovers as a consequence, not as a punishment.” (Steinbeck)

Though it is a poetic and romantic way to live our all-too short lives, I decided some modifications should be made because it's not a mentally or physically healthy way to live a life.



Moderation. The word of the past month. I have forgotten the meaning of that word. I have forgotten how to practice the definition of that word. So in an attempt at practicing my word of the month I have made some goals.

Daily vitamin
Joined 24 HR Fitness
Walk more places
No more Coke
No more fast food
Get up earlier-and by that I mean nine or ten
More Fruit and water
And all unhealthy things I love that are not on this list must be consumed with moderation

Symptoms may include Fever, Nausea, Fatigue, and Body Aches

I have been accused of a being a hypochondriac. Maybe I am a hypochondriac, on top of the many other illnesses I have been self-diagnosed with. So I found an “Are you a Hypochondriac” test online, (the internet holds all answers to the universe). And here is my self-evaluation:

You don’t feel well or normal. OMG I’ve never felt normal! And my family and friends reassure me of my abnormalities.

When you get the flu you worry it is something worse. Last time I had the flu, I told everyone I had malaria or small pox (this is because I was breaking out so badly I assumed my pimples were an outbreak of the pox).

You worry you have a tumor or cancer. Once I went to the doctor because I thought I had tumors in my neck. The doctor said they were just swollen glands.

You feel faint at least once a month. I feel faint when I get up too fast, when I get out of bed, when I eat something gross, when I see blood, when somebody talks about blood, when I see people eating canned green beans, when it goes from dark to light too fast, when I’m having an asthma attack, and if I don’t eat every couple hours.

Even when you are just a little under the weather you see a doctor just to be on the safe side. I once saw the doctor because I had bumps on my tongue and I thought I was losing my tastebuds.

Not only do I diagnose myself with fatal illnesses I also diagnose myself with hypochondria. I’m aware that is quite contradictory. I blame my hypochondria on my mother.

On a serious note: My right eye has been twitching like mad for a month now. I’ve become the freak with the crazy eye! I looked it up and apparently it can cause serious vision problems. I’ve been preparing myself by walking around my room with my eyes closed.



That [pictured above] is the possibility of me with an eye patch. You might wanna try and get used to it.

A Spoonful...

It seems maybe I have a complex. Maybe we all do. An unadvertised side effect of modern day is the fear we are barely existing. Barely existing in a system that forces us to memorize nine numbers and deny we have souls (Bright Eyes). We find ways to deal with this dilemma. Myspace and Facebook pages and blogs that scream out “I existed.” Here’s my favorite song, listen it’s playing! This is my sexual orientation and my picture! I took it with my cell phone with my shirt off. Aren’t my muscles big? And I love chocolate! Do you love chocolate? Radical, then comment on my page. Look aren’t we totally existing?

Jokes aside, I have my ways of dealing with it too. A couple months back an older man came into my restaurant all by himself. He was really interesting, as most people who come in by themselves to dine and drink expensive wine are. He was a writer. He told me I should write for an hour everyday, even if it is garbage and it usually is. It’s usually vomit on a page, that’s what I call it. But I have noticed a difference in my writing and how clear my mind gets. I think everyone should write for an hour a day.

The next step: My friends and I are all writing individual short stories. Each story has to be written under the same title: Chasing the Green Fairy. Then we’ll bind them in a book. I think its going to be one of the coolest things I own. I’m really looking forward to the final product.

Moral of the Story: (besides my friends and I are working on the coolest project ever!) Everyone should write for one hour every day. Docs orders (well actually the writer on table 9).