La Buona Vita

So, here we are again, oh blog whom I have cruelly ignored so.  I shall show you some pictures I have come across recently which I enjoyed are which are representative of changes in my life.

This is an awesome drink I found which has jalapeño oil in it.

The length of my hair the day I got it cut.

I random awesome car I saw.  I love the kid in the child seat.

I bought TOMS for my niece!

I should be a hipster model.  I wore this for a music video we were making.

I just find this funny.  Yes, those are real pumpkins...and yes, that is a minivan.

Meet Ginger, my birthday present from Kalyn. ^_^  I'm fixing her up to be a single speed/fixie.

Ok, pictures aside, what should I talk about?  I can't really think of anything exciting or funny to talk about.  Just a life update or two.  I quit working Monday through Friday because I have found myself failing my classes.  At first I thought, "I will skip homework/class just this once", but - *BAM* - six weeks passed.  So now I am dangerously close to destroying my academic standing this semester.

I am getting super excited again about dancing.  I am even toying with getting a dance minor.  I plan to try out for team next semester finally.  No doubts or worries, I am just going to do it.  I figure, I have a passion for it and it helps me stand tall (both literally and metaphorically), so why not pursue it?

Ai miei amici (compredete per favore): la vita è più di dolore

La Mùsica Che Canterò Per Ti.

    Well, a few days have passed.  I'm super tired.  I have so many epic adventures I need to write down here but I am way too tired.  I will talk about a few things which may be of interest about me though.

    First thing, I like to dance, but I never did any dancing in high school.  I didn't even like dancing then.  So why do I dance now??  The answer is Elton John.  Weird answer huh?  True though.  X my heart and hope to eat π!

    So...background story.  I was still in high school, watching tv, when a commercial came on with the song "Tiny Dancer" playing in the background.  Something about it caught my attention, and I got a strange but powerful feeling that my future wife must be a dancer.  For some reason I wanted this song to apply to her.  Still do.

    But what good is it to demand a dancer when a dancer will likely only want to marry a dancer as well?  Seems unfair to me.  So I decided to learn to dance.  That's where it started.


   Today though I heard his song "Your Song", surprisingly for the first time.  I had heard Ewan McGregor's version from the "Elephant Love Medley" of course, so the tune was familiar to me.  The original version though seemed much more powerful and again I made the decision that this song much apply to her (I'm just going to refer to my future wife with italics from now on for simplicity's sake).  I think it would make her day if I sang it for her one day.

    Anyway, just some thoughts is all.

Ai miei amici (compredete per favore): la vita è più di dolore.

Ti Amerò Per Sempre.

I don't know whether to make this post funny or serious...
Maybe both??

First an update:

    I went home to Cali and saw my family.  It was good to escape my responsibilities and leave my "real life" behind.  I was actually within a whisper of staying there for the remainder of the summer.  Unfortunately my sense of responsibility brought me back.

    While there I had an epic guitar jamming session with my Dad and my cousin Sean.  My Dad and I wrote a song together as well.  It is only instrumental; no lyrics.  I'll get a good version up eventually.

    I learned to make what is called a survival bracelet.  It's pretty nifty, but I wear it more for the look than for the practical use of 20' of rope on my wrist.  And I can weave it into cool designs like this:

    In other news, I should probably get a hair cut as it is getting kinda out of control in the back.  Oh well...

    I don't think I actually have any humorous stories for the children of the great Blogdom.  I did draw a rad picture before church yesterday though.  It was inspired by this song.  I was surprised how well I drew (and shut up...I do realize that this drawing doesn't really constitute saying I drew it "well", but compared to my usual stuff, it was quite good!)

 

    Oddly enough she is frowning but he has a slight grin.  I didn't really plan this, it just happened.  Maybe it's like my songs and it means something I didn't know I wanted to say.  Taking this into consideration I stared at it when it was finished for a good ten minutes I think.  I was quite enthralled.  I think that I must have really hit a psychological low point.  That or I somehow managed to get high on campus.

   I think I'm going to stop blogging now.

   Yes...yes I will do just that.

    Sorry for the disappointing update.

Ai miei amici (compredete per favore): la vita è più di dolore.

Ti Troverò

This song is done by Joseph Arthur and is called "In the Sun".  I heard it while watching Scrubs.  (I love Scrubs)

Anyway, I decided to give it a shot myself, because I like it so much.  The beginning is weird because my mic is adjusting, but it evens out by the time I start singing.  It is in no way near as good as Joseph Arthur's original version, but I had fun doing it anyway.

Hopefully someone will enjoy the listen.

And here are the lyrics:

I pictured you in the sun wondering what went wrong
And falling down on your knees asking for sympathy
And being caught in between all you wish for and all you seen
And trying to find anything you can feel that you can believe in

May God's love be with you
Always....
May God's love be with you

I know i would apologize if i could see your eyes
'Cause when you showed me myself, you know, i became someone else
But i was caught in between all you wish for and all you need
I pictured you fast asleep
A nightmare comes
You can't keep awake

May God's love be with you
Always...
May God's love be with you
Always...
May God's love be with you
Always...
May God's love be with you

'Cause if i find
If i find my own way
How much will i find
If i find
If i find my own way
How much will i find
If i find
If i find my own way
How much will i find
You...
You...
I'll find you
You...

I don't know anymore
What it's for
I'm not even sure
If there is anyone who is in the sun
Will you help me to understand
'Cause i been caught in between all I wish for and all I need
Maybe you're not even sure what it's for
Any more than me

May God's love be with you
Always...
May God's love be with you
Always...
May God's love be with you
Always...
May God's love be with you

'Cause if i find
If i find my own way
How much will i find
If i find
If i find my own way
How much will i find
If i find
If i find my own way
How much will i find
If i find
If i find my own way
How much will i find
You...
You...
I'll find you
You...
I'll find you
You...
I'll find you
You...

Un Nuovo Giorno

    I sense a change coming.  Whether it's in the scents of the air or whether I can just barely see it on the horizon I am not sure.  A part of me thinks it's just my desire for change which is influencing the way I feel.  That could be it.


    I have some epic stories to tell, but I don't feel like it at the moment, so I will save them for my next post.


    Yesterday was the first day I was outside for a light summer storm.  I have forgotten how much I love them.  The warm rain isn't threatening and it never stays around for long.  Essentially it just serves to cleanse the day of its impurities.  Though yesterday seemed to wash away months worth of days.


     I am in the process of writing a new song.  It will likely be a lullaby.  Why?  I don't know.  I just decided that it should be is all.  The chords are simple, mostly G, but picked, not strummed.  It came about because some nights I struggle with getting to sleep.  I find it's usually caused by anxiety, frustration, regret, or moderate depression.  In any case, those nights, sometimes rare sometimes common, I can only fall asleep by lying in bed and playing my guitar (who still has no name, sadly enough. I think I'm just bad at naming inanimate objects which are important to me...my bike for instance).


  Usually I just play random chords, but looking back, I think I have begun to strum a pattern using specific chords.  I tend to subconsciously play those chords over and over, sometimes singing softly, until my fingers can barely move and I have to force myself to put my guitar away so as to avoid hurting it if I fall asleep.  So, I have decided to consciously write a song based on these chords which I use to lull me to sleep, and thus: a lullaby.


    On another note, I have really noticed lately that I make the biggest mistakes after having the best experiences.  The better the experience, the worse the mistake afterward.  Why is this?  One would think I would be more cautious or wise or enlightened or something after having such great experiences, but instead, I succumb to "epic failure"-itus right after.  To say this phenomena is frustrating would be an understatement, but for the sake of describing it:  IT'S FRUSTRATING.

    Well, there I've gone and proved it, text yelling solves nothing, as it is still there.  Oh well.

Ai miei amici (comprendete per favore): la vita è più di dolore.

La Vita Potrebbe Essere Bellissima.

It would seem as though my blog has died lately.  Luckily, the old adage "Blogs are like flowers: they are either watered or withered" is not true!  Blogs wither without TLC no more than that adage isn't something I just made up.   Though, I guess blogs can get covered in cyber-cobwebs... I hope that doesn't mean there was a spider on my page in my absence.  I HATE SPIDERS!!!  O.o

I wonder what a cyber-cobweb would look like?

My mind says something like this:

...creepy...


Anyway.  I suppose I should talk about something important...
Maybe I will talk about my social interactions with church members at activities.  They usually go something like this (note: this is even after me being in the ward for over a year, sad right?? wrong.) :

I guess I have already failed with my first attempt at talking about something important.  Sad...
Well let's try again!

I have been struggling of late with my getting older. I am only in my early twenties, yet I feel no less than forty-five years and seventy-three days old.  I may as well be occupying a space at a dead end job as part of my never ending treadmill walk of a career.  Sadly, I can't even say I have such a career, as I have made negative three progress in terms of choosing a career path or even a study path.  Top that off with the fact that I am single and am painfully picky with my taste in women.

Oh, and put a cherry on top which represents my complete and utter lack of ability to ever ask anyone out if I am interested in them in the least - No, not a cherry... what fruit indicates pathetic lack of confidence?? I shall google that.

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OK!!!  After looking for ugly fruits I eventually got distracted by a search for ugly animals to fulfill the purposes of my metaphor.  I present to you....THE BLOB FISH!!!

ewwwwwww......

So, apparently we have topped off my list of complaints, not with a cherry, but with a blob fish.  Sadly, this seems more fitting...

So I guess it may look something like this:

Yes.  That's better.  I think I will leave it at that for now  ^_^

Ai miei amici (comprendete per favore):  La vita è più di dolore.

Il Mio Volto Nuovo.

Once upon a time I went to Salt Lake City to get Ædea (my bike) a tune up.  This led to some time in the city to explore.  This was done by a trip to Urban Outfitters, where it was decided that I would go Indie!  Ok, well, I really only wanted a hat.

Well, I found said hat.  It was hidden on a floor level shelf under some other clothes, but its spirit was calling out to me, so I was able to sense it and give it a proper home.

Afterwords, it only seemed natural that while in a super indie store, it would be a crime against the granola-gods if I didn't try on more hipster attire.  This led to a astonishing realization that I look awesome in Indie. Even the scarf, which I hated wearing due to its bulk on my chest, looked pretty good on me.  (Not that I am full of myself at all...)  Who knows, maybe it wasn't me, but the skinny jeans?  Perhaps it was the meaningful look I have in my eyes that makes me seem as though I belong on an Indie music album cover?

So...As an extension to the Salt Lake Inde Adventure, or SLIA, I made an awesome wall design with my roommate using vinyl records.  We ended up paying only three bucks for the lot of them!  Unfortunately at least one of them falls down and crashes onto the table daily (or nightly, though I never notice because I sleep like the dead).




...and of course, no Indie look is complete without:

TOMS SHOES!!!!!!!!!


Not only do I look awesome in them (or should I say, more awesome), but they are so comfortable!!!!

Not to make light of the fact that some poor child got a pair as well due to my purchase, which is a fun feel-good fact.

And now a link to an indie song:






All I need now is a fixie bike!!!

Ai miei amici (comprendete per favore):  La vita è più di dolore.