oh

im a jerk.

more thoughts on floating

in mixed company i often feel younger than everyone else, but well worn. 

when i was a child people thought i was much older,

now i feel so much younger than my peers.

it's a strange place. 

i’ve been suspended in time. 

curious curiosities

in case you were wondering. i am still here.

echoes mostly. 

and then there is this.

http://stereoghostkid.tumblr.com/

great expectations/goals...achieved...CHECK.

I'm doing more of the things I know i should be doing this year...
Like updating my blog.
Like being more expressive & productive.
Like feeling like it's time to learn & accept something new.

The one thing I may need more of in my life are Mexican Cokes.
Yea, sounds right. Mexican cokes. Bring it.

Cartooned Storied Life and my brain is on fire...

A few years ago I would always post "running in circles" in my profiles. It became a motto and  I think it came from the notion that I constantly felt like I wasn't going anywhere...at a frantic pace. 

Which is a lie. 

We are always moving forward or sideways, or all directions - whichever way you view time.  Anyway, although this quote may or may not ring true, today I feel it may make for a better description of my mind loops and my inability to shake any bad, muting thoughts. 

In a burning, instinctual - obsessive compulsive - anxiety driven - rabid frenzy read:


"...Oh here's a thought! let me run with it (because I have no choice!) Blah, blah, blah...And I'm trapped, AGAIN! Drats!..."
Repeat.
Endless Loop.

And I'll almost stop here.  
But first, here's a thought...I NEED ALL of this to be tangible.

So my sketch book is looking like a diary. It seems natural for me to summarize my days in a short series of resonating quotes or phrases, accompanied by small, ridiculous illustrations. I've also been penning anything overheard or "quote worthy" down. If you're lucky you'll get a peek. 

Yea, you're lucky...

Proof & Pyrexia

What in the hell happened to February? 
Time-warps? Dreams? It doesn't matter, it's gone now. 
Actually, I know what happened...

It was a fever. 

It hit the first week of the month and it hasn't stopped. 

proof...

Theme

Tonight is Italian night!

I have visions of: An avant-garde Italian flick, some red wine, a scratch pasta dinner, someone spinning some Sinatra & Pavarotti, long discussions about the renaissance, you know the usual.  


But it will probably be more like this:

Sooo stoked.