Church On Sunday

Don’t let the title fool you: I did nothing of the sort today.  In fact, I’m becoming less religious every day.  My relationship with God is waning.  And truthfully?  I don’t know why.  It’s just becoming harder and harder to feel Him.  It’s as if God guided me thus far and now He’s like, “Okay.  Your head is right.  Your conscience is clear.  Let me go guide some other people.”  Because He’s always here… I believe that fully.  But the power of Him in my life doesn’t feel nearly as strong.  Not to say I’ve rejected Him or He’s rejected me…  But it’s just as I described a couple sentences before.  And I guess if this theory (can I propose a theory within religious contexts?) is true, it just proves that God is more like us than we realize… He’s got some humanistic elements in Him and He can’t be fucking EVERYWHERE giving EVERYTHING He’s got.  Which I’m totally cool with.  He gave me life.  He can rest whenever He damn well pleases.  But whatever, this is almost reaching into blasphemous sanctions.  I’ll stop while I’m ahead.

Still love you, Lord.  Always will.

But holy fuck was yesterday crazy. 

First Harriet came over at 9AM and we went for a bike ride.  The kisses I gave her yesterday were the best kisses I’ve ever given or received ever in my whole life because I was so cold and she’d just had coffee, so her lips, breath, and tongue were all so warm and.. hazel-nutty.  I couldn’t keep myself from her.  Then we went for our bike ride.  It was cold as shit… but pretty awesome until the pedal came off her bike!  Well, it’s mom’s bike.  but she was using it.  Thus it is HER bike.  So she ran home while I rode my bike.  It was a good five miles or so.  I think.  Probably.  I offered to have her ride on me/I’d run too (that was the initial idea as she said, “I am NOT running the whole way home.”), but the longer she went, the more she kept going.  And finish strong, she did.  You know, it’s all the small stuff I love about her.  She’s strong and isn’t afraid of a little pain or pushing herself further.  She exemplified that hardcore yesterday.  THen afterwards we went inside where dad was only home working on the comp in the basement.  We were in the kitchen warming up/cooling down (I was freezing cuz i did nothing to stay warm while riding alongside her in the cold and rain) when we decided to get food… and I asked, “What do you want?”  She said, “You.”  Next thing I knew we were in my parents’ bed making love when my dad walked in on us.  All he said was, “HEY.  Mr. and Mrs. Inappropriate.”  And walked away.  Then when I said we were gonna go get the bike from the trail he was all, “All I gotta say is you better be using a condom if you’re performing any shenanigans.”  I collapsed on the futon in the basement and started laughing…  partly because I was scared as shit he saw us, partly because I found it pretty funny he said those words.  Then the whole rest of the day (and today still) I was freaking out hoping so much he doesn’t say a word ot mom.  And I don’t think he will.  But we have company in town.  So knowing dad if he DOES say anything, he may wait till our company leaves today before he says a word.  But he didn’t seem upset or anything with me when it initially happened and we’ve been alone in the house two times thus far…  So I don’t think he’ll say a word.  But still.  It scares me.  Just gotta get through today and I can be assured he won’t say a word.  But anyways… back to the day: We went to get the bike in my car.  Didn’t fit.  So we drove back to FLip’s, got lunch, took the van, then got the bike (we had to park illegally on the side of a really busy road too, it was nuts) then Harriet left. 

Went and saw Iron Man.  That was awesome.  Except for the part where Tony Stark is getting his equipment taken off from the robots and its awkward looking and Pepper walks in and gasps and tony’s like, “Trust me.  You’ve caught me doing worse.”  I then immediately wondered what dad was thinking at that moment.  

Then I went to dinner with them and dad was funny/comfortable around mee.. so that was good.  Harriet got her phone back!  I kinda don’t like her having it though.  Because it makes me miss her way too much.  I continually receive her words… but she’s not actually there… so it sucks.  Then I went to Harriet’s where I was overly emotional about stuff for reasons I can’t explain.  I think i felt awkward in pants since I’d been so used to wearing shorts for a long time and I had a headache and I was still worrying about my dad.

So far today’s been good.  Lazy, but good.  I guess I really had no plans for the day, so it’s okay to do nothing but sleep.  Mom commented that I looked exhausted… so I took care of that.  Slept on and off for about two hours… now I could go for some food.  Will I be working with my cinema group?  Seeing Harriet?  Definitely gonna see Syed.  Will I record this new song?  Will I actually play Crisis Core?  Or rent Dark Sector?  Who knows!  I really need to get back to Eternal Sonata.  Just gotta get through that damn dungeon to progress the story line!

I need to listen to more pop-punk music. 

Oh, right.  I forgot about my fucked up dream last night.  Let’s see if I can salvage it…  Hm.  All I can really remember is this much: I was at this retreat of sorts where guys were separated from girls and Harriet was there.  She was a leader (reliving logos a bit?) of sorts and Fr. Julian was one of the main priests heading it.  And I can’t remember what really went down, but I do remember wanting a special rite from Fr. Julian to help me not get Harriet pregnant and I walked into the girls section and was like, “Fr. Julian…”  And he was all aggressive and was like, “WHAT?” and I was like, “Uhm, I have a physical defect I want to correct that you said you’d’ help me with…”  And Harriet was washing her full-red-dyed hair and kinda laughing and all the girls were like, “oooo” cuz they all knew what was up.  And Fr. Julian was all, “Oh, right, right,” and we went off into this other room and performed this tiny ceremonial thingy I can’t quite recall.  And the next I knew we were outside (it was nigghttime) and he ended up going bonkers and ran away into the night.  I followed him a bit until I saw a monkey inside of a tree and these two cat-like creatures.  THey seemed scary, but I was bold enough to just walk up to them and I tried soothing them, petting them.  And then they calmed down and I was like, “Hmm, a leopard and a jaguar,” and they spoke to me!  The leopard was like, “Oooh, impressive.  He kenw that difference between us.”  Then the monkey came down and he spoke too- he was yellow.  He had the ability to turn into a stuffed animal.  We all became friends rather quickly and went into the home just across the way and the people in there loved us.  And this is where things get fuzzy again…  Next I knew I was in this crazy place that was like, a cardboard city where the tallest building was only maybe like, one body taller than my own.  I then approached this movie kiosk where I got inside of it, laid back uncomfortably, and I watched the movie be displayed on this cardboard screen.  I saw a bunch of previews of what was playing then randomly selected this one about a man murdering his friend.  When he murders his friend he goes upstairs to find his wife and is about to murder her but she says something like, “Oh, I found this thing John wanted to give you… he treasures your friendship so much” and the guy who murdered “John” regrets killing him and goes downstairs trying to find a way to maybe bring him back to life.  But then John pops outta nowhere and starts shooting at this unknown character and they begin having a duel of sorts but it’s actually all for fun… but that’s what I didn’t like about it.  THat’s what disturbed me.  I watched a man die by getting chainsawed to death then ALMOST saw the killer murder the man’s wife.  Then they just kept fighting and even I didnt know it was just a joke until the end.  I dunno, for whatever reasons I woke up feeling disturbed.

Two paragraphs.

My mind is absolutely teeming with thoughts, ideas, feelings.  It’s hard balancing it all.  Not to mention my allergies have been going haywire… so… life has been difficult lately. 

Let’s see if I can make sense of all my thoughts the past few days:
I got kicked out of creative writing for a bullshit reason.  I read a book that was “inappropriate” and thus I became the bastard child everyone at Benet now believes me to be.  But consequently I was a runner-up in a Mother’s Club essay contest about “Who is my hero?”  While everyone undoubetdly wrote about their mothers, I wrote about Thomas Delonge.  A musical nobody to these mothers grading the papers and I still managed to get “runner-up.”  Not fucking bad, if you ask me.  I also wrote that paper in about twenty minutes.  I also learned I have a massive ego.  I knew that already… but really… it’s huge.  I have to do a group project in Cinema that I don’t think I’m going to survive.  Harriet told me she’s probably going to Tulane for college.  Cue a thousand handsome guys with washboard abs who’d she’d probably rather date.  That’s not the reality, that’s my paranoia.  I have no self-worth.  I’d like to develop some.  Appastar truly are wonderful friends.  I wish I saw them so much more…  Even Pat and Judd for that matter.  allen and I bonded yesterday like we haven’t bonded in a while.  We just don’t have the time.  He gave me some insights I took to heart: “When I see you guys the true love is obvious.”  Speaking of…  Harriet’s at Tulane right now… and her cell phone got taken away, so I can’t talk to her at all.  It’s killer.  I wasn’t prepared for that.  School is so lonely without her.  I see her every period.  I want to see her every period.  I’m just being greedy.  Dance, Dance, Dance is almost done.  I’m so intriuged as to how it’s all going to end.  Such a good book…  I need to finish watching Mushi-shi so I can get more movies.  9 Souls is next on my list.  Hooray for Japanese cinema.  I’ve also got the 2001: A Space Odyssey soundtrack coming in the mail soon and BLKTOP Project.  They’re a japanese jazz group.  Totally great.  I got a haircut.  I happen to like it.  Short… but perfect.  It’ll grow out nicely for prom… and that was the main reason for getting it.  I feel like I’m getting really flabby.  Maybe I’m just overanalyzing it… but I’d like to cut down on my eating for a week… get back to normal.  Cuz it’s not like I don’t exercise… so I feel like maybe I’m eating a bit too much…  or I’m just not giving myself enough time to recover from indulgence to indulgence.  Indulgence.  Fuck, why don’t I know restraint?  religion, religion, religion… what does it mean to me?  God, I love you.  But… what else is there?  I don’t like mass, the Bible is boring, I adhere to my own rules (although most of your rules follow in with mine), and I don’t pray to anyone else besides you.  Is this okay?  I had an amazing dream last night.  It had everything I could ever ask for in it.  Except, having sex on iron bars?  Okay, that part was a little difficult to get through.  The mattress was thrown off in a fit of passion and the iron bars underneath were left…  My old friend Jess was in that dream.  I was at a track meet with Harriet and she walked off… and then I saw Jess.  She wrote me a letter and it came to me by air-mail (literally, the wind carried it).  As I was reading it and was going to write a response, I then felt a kiss on my cheek.  I put the letter down to see Jess and we had a great time together.  “I just see you as my best friend, nothing more.  But we’re damn good best friends.”  I messaged her this morning saying I wanted to see her.  Because I do.  Jess was an absolutely critical person in my life and we drifted so far apart without much reason or warning…  I’d love to reconnect.  Harriet’s singing with me for the Muse Coffeehouse in May 10th.  I can’t wait.  Our performance is everything I want it to be.  A Girl Named You.  Our Mango Tree.  Plus one new song.  We’re going to blow people away.  Progression Media is growing growing growing.  “Your company is inspiring.”  I wish my friends lived here.  Adam, Vicky, Jimmy, Tayler.  Best friends for life who I can’t even see.  So sad…  Hm, I’ve got some more work to do, so goodbye.

Puke

So much to tell.  So much I’m going to keep inside. 

Here are the bullet-points of what’s in my head (minus the bullet-points):

Debby wants to see me! 

Corbett and Danielle are excellent human beings.

Mike and Mikey are excellent fun.

Allen, Tim, and Chris are also excellent guys.

Judd and Pat are excellent too!

Harriet and I = the best thing ever.

My in-grown toenail = total ball-suckage.

Ugh. Whatever.  I’m already done writing.  Time for Eternal Sonata!

Sono Mirai Wa Ima

I hate days like today… because it’s impossible to blog about them!

So much amazingness.  So. Much.

The one thing I have to say is this new Appastar song may be one of the greatest things I’ve ever heard.  That has easily been the highlight of this week.  I am ALL smiles.  :)

Oh, yes.  Vicky called me.  It was wonderful to hear her voice.  I feel like we’re really starting to connect again.  And even though she lives so far away, she still tells me before we hang up, “I love you.”  That’s a true friendship.  One I’m so grateful to have.

Sugoi!

Haha, oh I must, must, MUST blog about everything that happened today… namely band practice.  And even then I’m going to forget a ton of details because there was so much awesomeness that went on.

I showed up at Judd’s around 4:00 and was greeted by him and Allen.  Allen bought me a rice cooker for Christmas!  What a champ!  That’s totaly sometihng I would love too, lol.  I can’t wait to make rice like… hm, all the time??  We just kinda hung out, playing super smash for a bit, then went downstairs into the basement and jammed for a while.  That was good times seeing as we came up with some hot beats and had not just jammed in a bajillion years. 

Tim, Chris, Pat, and Paul showed up around 6, and that’s when things just skyrocketed.  All the banter between us was so funny.  While we practiced, it was great watching Paul and Pat interact in the corner.  Seeing Paul sing vocals into the microphone and play bass and keyboards was downright hysterical.  During our first break Allen, Judd, and I went upstairs while the rest stayed in the basement and that’s when I took my chance to learn RIDE ON SHOOTING STAR BY THE PILLOWS.  When band practice commenced again, we played through Little Busters, Ride On Shooting Star, I Think I Can, and Come Down.  That made me smile so big and made this one of the greatest band practices of all time.  That’s also when we began playing Girl So Far Away with me on guitar and tim on bass.  Which is when we got to hear Tim sing in the lowest octave possible, hahahahahaha.  You just had to be there to understand… hahaha.  I’ve never seen aanything funnier. 
Then Judd busted out his OCARINA!!! 
We then took Chris and Tim to the train station.  Here’s how it was in the car: Allen driving, Pat in front, then Paul, Tim, and Judd in the backseat, and Chris and I stuffed in the trunk.  It was so uncomfortable but so awesome.  I ripped ass in the back ona ccident (had chipotle for dinner, leave me alone), and I’d never seen Chris and I laugh so much together. 
When I was about to leave, Judd was like “give hatti a kiss for me.”  “Yeah, me too,” says Allen.  Then Paul and Pat ask for me to do the same as well.  So now I owe Harriet four different kisses from four other guys… and I’ve also gotta do my share. 

Speaking of Harriet (I’ve got to break that habit of using “speaking of” to start things…), today I gave her another Pillows album, a story I wrotes, and Rhythm of Life by Matthew Kelly.  I don’t know where I wanna go with this… because I’m not in the mood to explain the significance of each… but I was very happy to give her those items, we’ll leave it at that.  Friday she’s coming over after school and we’re watching Lost In Translation.  I’m now anticipating Friday like a mofo and am looking forward to nothing else.  I feel bad that I’ll be abandoning her at school for the X-mas assembly, it’s such a fun day at school and I’m not even spending it with her… but I really can’t risk anything happening to this toe during recovery.  Even John for that matter is trying to get out early because he doesn’t want to spend the assembly without me.

I’m learning a lot of Japanese slowly but surely.  I learned how to say “Let’s party”, but already forgot. DAMN.  But I did learn “Awesome”, tonight, which is sweet. 

Haha, I was also reminded, “Hey Mort, can we read the texts Hatti sends you?”  “Can I read what Hatti should be sending you?”  “Sure.”  “Mort.  I want your hot bod.”

I do say, for some weird reason (it’s actually not a weird reason, I’ll expand on that in a second), all the guys in Appa are so supportive of me and Harriet.  And I love that.  And yeah, it’s not a weird reason… because they love me.  And that’s what you do when you love someone, you support them in all that they do.  I love being able to talk about Harriet with the guys.  I talked about Danielle with Judd and Allen a lot… but that was always because we had such problems.  And I needed them as rocks to hold myself up on.  But with Harriet, I can tell them about how incredibly things are going.  And really, that’s all I’ll ever have to tell them about… because there’s no way things could go wrong between us.  I’ve never encountered someone like her where there’s genuinely no tension.  Today I prayed to God, “Please… don’t let me blinded in this relationship.  Let me see things clear.  I’m done being a fool.”  And after I prayed, I thought about it hard… have I been ignoring the problems between us just because of all the good?  And no.  This is the real deal.  I’ve finally, finally, finally found someone whom I’m my complete self with and no problems exist in the world we’re making for ourselves.  This is the most genuine relationship of my life and it’s no doubt the greatest.  I didn’t need to say that prayer because I am seeing things clear.  There’s not a better adjective to describe the way things are with us than “Perfect.”  At least that’s how I feel at this point.  And if one can’t call what we have perfect, then shiiiet… I’d love to see what “perfect” between us means.

But okay, damn, I gotta get some sleep.  I went from 6AM to 9AM nonstop without stopping.  I’ma be deads tomorrow.

Watashi rockutsarru!!

Hahahaha…. “Oh! Am I in your way?? It’s okay- I’m a rockstar.  I need this space.  Got band practice, you know?”

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