||[08 Sep 2005|02:41pm]
isn't there a certain level of exhibistionism involved in livejournal? (use any definition) anytime i see a band who has a myspace link, inside i squinch a bit. i think livejournal is antithetical to what an actual journal accomplishes.
|i got this from justin
||[28 Mar 2005|09:50pm]
|| why not
*First best friend: James Ray
*First real memory of something: Being scared of sharks
*First date: A carnival, which is probably why i hate carnivals
*First real kiss: I thought it was going to be the HOTTEST girl on the block (i didn't know elise at this time) when we were playing spin the bottle and it landed on me, but she got out of having to kiss me, so i had to settle for the block whore who kissed everyone and who's name was "Sissy"
*First break-up: Allison left me for a kid who's father just died (cause he really liked her) only to break up with him a week later...bravo Allison
*First job: Groundskeeper at Sheridan Hills Baptist Church.
*First screen name: theinternetisnewtome
*First funeral: My Grandmother.
*First pet: Oreo (a cat)
*First piercing/tattoo: I have a mole on my ear that looks like a piercing
*First house/flat/apartment: 4608 Arthur St.
*First credit card: Visa
*First enemy: Sharks
*First big trip: To Jamaica (I can't remember it)
*First play/musical/performance: I was Scrooge in A Christmas Carol
*First musician you remember: Tony Toni Tone
*Last car ride: Home from work at six
*Last kiss: Elise
*Last good cry: Extreme Home Makeover
*Last cuss word uttered: Fiddlesticks
*Last beverage drank: Gatorade Fruit Punch
*Last food consumed: Lasagna
*Last phone call: Kristopher Summers
*Last tv show watched: The Inferno II
*Last time showered: Two days ago...it's gonna be three in one hour and twenty minutes
*Last shoes worn: Puma's
*Last cd played: Michael Buble
*Last item bought: What's Eating Gilbert Grape
*Last annoyance: MtV
*Last disappointment: I was in the middle of a joke and a neighbor came out and us (all the neighbors out there as well) really rudely and i didn't get to finish my joke
*Last soda drank: Pepsi Si
*Last ice cream eaten: Ice Cream Sandwich
*Last time scolded: 15 minutes ago
*Last shirt worn: A shirt that says, "The early bird gets the worm"
|you'd be surprised just how far a dollar won't go these days
||[27 Jun 2004|10:25pm]
you know how sometimes you just sit and think like if you found a lamp and there was a genie inside and you had three wishes what would they be? well i can now replace one of those wishes with something else because it came true without a genie. i got a cd player in my car. this is a good feeling, in a small way i would like to compare the feeling with that of quiting a job. (a wish that i also made come true about a week ago) i feel like i have regained a lost part of me. no longer will the radio dictate to me what i can or cannot listen too, only i have the power to make myself listen to jessica simpson three times in one half hour segment (and i don't think i have to worry about that ever happening again to me, unless i really start to hate myself; which is possible)
the boy said to the old man, "i am not afraid to die." and the old man responded "why not?" and the boy said, "because i am not old." the old man said, "i am old and am not afraid." "why not?" responded the boy. "because" said the old man "i died a long time ago."
|i think i got him cornered
||[22 Apr 2004|08:36pm]
first let me give you guys a link to a really sweet website. http://theobvious.com/noise/ that is a site that is based off of one of my all time favorite books...of...all time.
imagine that you turn on the news one night and a new tape was released by osama bin laden...and on the tape he says "you know what America, john kerry is right about President Bush, you should all hate him too." imagine kerry standing up and saying "osama bin laden is a murderer, but you know what? he is right about one thing, he hates President Bush." how could anybody feel comfortable hating even one of the same people that osama bin laden hates? i think if i found myself hating the same people osama bin laden hated and agreeing with people like osama bin laden i would reevaluate my beliefs.
i like the q and a's on livejournal so allow me to ask a few of you (my friend's).
(this first one is just for the ladies)
would you say that you feel safer with a man who looks physically stronger than if you were with someone who looked weaker?
at what age do you lose the ability to recognize and change personal flaws?
on a scale from one to ten how much do my looks intimidate you?
well i have exhausted myself...and as a parting 'p.s.' here's a riddle. what can run but never walks, has a mouth but never talks, has a bed but never sleeps, has a head but never weeps?
|It always looks like people in a web cam picture are looking at the web cam, is that in the contract
||[13 Apr 2004|10:15pm]
detractor: keith why are you posting again so soon after your last post. you are aware that the other post has no comments on it yet, are you not?
keith: yes, thank you for being so frank. *ahem* i am aware that my last post has no comments on it yet, and i know that i made a personal promise to myself that i would never post another post until the one before that had received a comment, even if it was from myself to myself. but i feel that i have something important to say gosh darn it!
so i just got done watching Bush's news conference, if you haven't already guessed, than you're dumb. it just hit me that we are living in a time where nation's are raising and falling. Bush said tonight that we "are changing the world". it seems to have slipped from my mind that almost 4,000 Americans lost their lives on 9/11, and more are losing their lives as we speak. i feel that i owe it to them to be up to date with political happenings, because what is going on now and what will happen in november will define why all these Americans have died. if Bush does not get voted back than the cause is lost. this battle in iraq takes a leader who believes in it, or more people will die, and the one's who have already died, run the risk of dying in vain. kerry doesn't believe in this war, he wants to "get the troops out". but if we lose our resolve and leave this war...what does it all mean than? why did anybody die...and it's not Bush's fault that people are dying now. i do believe however that it is because of Bush that no attacks have happened on American soil since 9/11, and alot of it has to do with the war going on in iraq as we speak. i am ashamed that i let myself slip in following the war in iraq. we need to vote in november for Bush, we owe it to the people who have died. Bush believes in this cause, he got us in and he is the only one who can get us back out.
|thump thump thump
||[13 Apr 2004|07:05pm]
so my new thing is to beat my chest. today i did it after i finished a meal and again after a ascended my stairs. it gives me a feeling of potency and strength (with a slight nod to male dominance). i liked how i felt today during and after the beat(ings). this may become a fixure of my personality. if i do adopt this, i must be sure to use it discreetly, only when my heart tells me too. i will not kiss my bride then turn to beat my chest, BUT i could finish a good plate of food at the reception and give a little pound, just to state the fact that the food was there, and i dominated over it. secondly i will not do it for show, this is not a group event, this is about my sense of worth and dominance over my life territory. i also think that this will benefit my children, as they will have a dad who beats his chest on occasion, they will have an engrained belief of my superiority as a father over other fathers, just based off the fact that i have the gall to beat my chest after a particularly pleasing television program. everyone is saying to get in touch with your feminine side, but i feel a need to get in touch with my male side. *you can be sure my chest will be getting a good pounding after i post this*
|so when did people like c.s. lewis become c.s. lewis
||[06 Apr 2004|04:43pm]
so you look around you and you see books and movies authored by incredibly brilliant minds. but when did they get that way. who made them that way. at times it feels like all i want to do is have one original thought, a unique perspective or a piece of deep helpful advice to someone in trouble...but it never happens. if i ran into a 22 year old c.s. lewis on the street today and befriended him, would every conversation with him be as insightful as his books? did he ever end a conversation with someone asleep at the other end?
you look at someone who you respect and you look at all the list of his influences, and so you go out and buy some of the books and watch some of the movies...but at the end of the list you don't find yourself that terribly interesting, any more so than before you read the books. did c.s. lewis find himself interesting? did he know that he was one of the greatest minds of the twentieth century?
did he know he was brilliant? or did he just have that title thrust upon him by the readers of his books? did his ideas just flow out of some unattainable mystical spring that only God can open in our minds? or did c.s. lewis force that opening? did he just continually dig intellectually until one day he tapped a deep force that is capable in all humans? is brilliance a gift or a hard sought after goal?
|here it is folks
||[30 Mar 2004|09:49pm]
after months of sleepless nights and even more sleepless days i have compiled my list for sad songs vol. 1 (which as of right now is still untitled). (read the subject right now):
1.) The Cure - Just Like Heaven
2.) Bob Dylan - Knockin On Heaven's Door
3.) Eric Clapton - Tears In Heaven
4.) Kansas - Dust In The Wind
5.) Bill Withers - Ain't No Sunshine
6.) Bonnie Raitt - I Can't Make You Love Me
7.) Death Cab For Cutie - Styrofoam Plates
8.) Cat Stevens - The Wind
9.) Coldplay - Parachutes
10.) Counting Crows - Colorblind
11.) U2 - With Or Without You
12.) Rufus Wainwright - Hallelujah
13.) The Beatles - Yesterday
14.) My Morning Jacket - I Will Be There When You Die
15.) Coldplay - The Scientist
16.) Drive By Truckers - Decoration Day
17.) Pedro The Lion - Bad Diary Days
18.) The New Amsterdams - Goodbye
19.) The Reindeer Section - Your Sweet Voice
20.) The Reindeer Section - Will You Please Be There For Me
21.) Christmas Time Is Here - Vince Guaraldi Trio
well there it is. not all the songs are in the places that i'd like them to be...but there you have it vol 1. just leave me a thought or two please.
|HERE IT IS (vol. 1)
||[15 Mar 2004|10:54pm]
if your song does not appear here...please do not take offense and wait for vol. 2 to come our sometime in early summer 2004. unofficial playlist of vol. 1:
1.) Just Like Heaven - The Cure
2.) I Still Haven't Found What I'm Looking For - U2
3.) Knockin On Heaven's Door - Bob Dylan
4.) Tears In Heaven - Eric Clapton
5.) Dust In The Wind - Kansas
6.) Ain't No Sunshine - Bill Withers
7.) I Can't Make You Love Me - Bonnie Raitt
8.) Styrofoam Plates - Death Cab For Cutie
9.) The Wind - Cat Stevens
10.) Parachutes - Coldplay
11.) Colorblind - Counting Crows
12.) I Will Be There When You Die - My Morning Jacket
13.) The Scientist - Coldplay
14.) Decoration Day - Drive By Truckers
15.) Bad Diary Days - Pedro The Lion
16.) When We Two Parted - The New Amsterdams
17.) Goodbye - The New Amsterdams
18.) King Of Sorrow - Sade
19.) Your Sweet Voice - The Reindeer Section
20.) Will You Please Be There For Me - The Reindeer Section
21.) Christmas Time Is Here - Vince Guaraldi Trio
||[09 Mar 2004|09:16pm]
i am trying to compile the ultimate cd compilation of sad (borderline depressing) songs of all time. i need YOU to help me with the playlist. so far i have bonnie raitt - i can't make you love me; eric clapton - tears in heaven; and queen - bohemian rhapsody. that song always made me feel sad. so if you wouldn't mind leaving me a few...and they better be good.
|this took me a long time
||[23 Feb 2004|10:43pm]
First best friend: James Ray
First real memory of something: the first thing i remember is me, sitting on a picnic blanket on a sunny day. then this dog went skipping by, but just before he passed me he turned and told me to kill my parents...i think it was a german shepherd.
First date: adam and eve, underneath the tree of good and evil
First real kiss: probably adam and eve again...i'll say still under that same tree.
First break-up: it wouldn't surprise me if adam and eve didn't take some time apart after the whole "fall of humanity into sin" thing and the finger pointing that happened after that.
First job: adam building a hut
First screen name: it was probably something really geeky, like, ijustcreatedtheinternet
First funeral: abel's
First pet: hmmm...a parrot
First piercing/tattoo: how am i supposed to know that?
First house/flat/apartment: house
First credit card: not my own...
First enemy: michael moore
First big trip: to heaven when i saw elise for the first time
First play/musical/performance: the little mermaid...i was not the mermaid
First musician you remember: r kelly
Last car ride: what about it
Last kiss: hot
Last good cry: hot
Last cuss word uttered: i was singing along with that oman song "i don't want you back" and accidentally said, "F*** all those presents they didn't mean S*** F*** you you H*...and then i realized what i was singing and stopped...but i continued to sing in my head...cause DAM* that's a good song!!!
Last beverage drank: pepsi twist
Last food consumed: asperins
Last phone call: to elise
Last tv show watched: my big fat...it sucked
Last time showered: earlier today
Last shoes worn: reebok's
Last cd played: a collaberation of my own concoction
Last item bought: the rock (criterion)
Last annoyance: the last question on this survey
Last disappointment: my last answer to the last question
Last soda drank: pepsi twist
Last ice cream eaten: vanilla
Last time scolded: i scolded my little sister for liking linkin park
Last shirt worn: i'm wearing one right now does that count
|Chapter two (e-book)
||[01 Feb 2004|12:19am]
he didn't want to attempt to gather the emotional and physical strength that it would require to answer such a stupid question as, "why did a memory of my first day in first grade come back to me right at this particular moment?" it was a broad enough question to begin with, and this surely wasn't the time or the place to sit around and wonder about silly questions. but still the question nagged him, "why that memory?". surely he had other memories more suited for a time like this, he was twenty three years old, and that meant that he had a possibility of perhaps a billion others to choose from. but this was neither the time or the place, he had larger more important questions to attempt to answer, the most glaring of them all was, "why do these men standing before me want me dead?" if only he could get his mind in the right place, he had been told what to do in this situation, he desperately tried to get his mind to answer the question of escape. was it possible? but his mind just kept taking him back to that same acenine nagging question, "why that memory?" for some reason, that was the only question that seemed to matter to him right now. so finally he threw out all the questions he had been taught to ask himself and prepared to set his energies to answer the seemingly least important of them all. then it hit him, the answer to the question was so simple and obvious, the answer was that his life was flashing before his eyes. after he had finished answering this question he realized, with a finality that he could not explain, that he was going to die. he had always heard of your life flashing before your eyes before you die, but he never heard of it flashing so slowly; then again he had never counted on dying so slowly either. the second flash came a little quicker and was helped along in it's pilgrimage by the butt of a rifle being smacked across his left temple. the last thing he remembered before he was standing looking in the window of his favorite candy store, without a care in the world, was how beautiful the blood he saw dripping from his chin to the ground was, it was beautiful he knew because this was his life blood, different from the blood we see from a scratch or superficial cut. this blood is of a rare limited resource and looked very different from any other blood he had seen in his life.
|keith's e-book chapter one
||[28 Jan 2004|01:36pm]
he sat glued to his seat, unable to move, neck stiff, eyes slightly crossed and one pure drop of sweat running down his cheek like a tear. he had just been asked a question and his mind should have been searching for an answer but all he could think of were answers to questions that had been asked of him yesterday or earlier that day. he could now answer what he ate for breakfast if the teacher wanted to ask him that or what he wanted for christmas, he could even answer what animal he would want to be if he had the chance to turn into one for a day, but not this...he needed more time. what did the question mean anyway. he was supposed to stand, deliver his name in a voice that sounded sure of itself and strong. that was step one...then he had to announce to the class what one thing he would want with him if he was deserted on an island somewhere. his last name beginning with a 'c', he knew his time was short, but here they were after only two kids and the whole class was waiting to hear him speak for the first time. he was so nervous he hadn't even gotten to hear the other kids answers for hints. he finally stood and said, 'harold calvin...mustard". and sat back down. there were two things wrong with his answer. harold was his brother's name and he would not want mustard with him on an island. he didn't even like mustard. the problem was that when it was finally his turn his mind had drifted to the lunch his mom had packed for him and he had been hoping that there was no mustard on any of the ingredients in his lunch box. he spent the rest of the class longing for the day when this new wound would become a scar and he would forget about the time that he stood up in front of an entire class room of new 'peers' and announced that he would like to have mustard with him in the event of a catastrophe and he God forbid, ends up deserted on an island, and the only comfort being a brand new bottle of unopened mustard. and now that he had thoroughly embarrassed himself, he was ready to tackle the rest of the year.
chapter two release date....unknown.
||[12 Jan 2004|05:40pm]
SOUTHEASTERN!!! i can't believe it...and i'm getting married...and i'll hopefully get to go to seminary...this is big for me...wow.
|read this is will change your life...if you let it
||[07 Jan 2004|04:59pm]
that subject really put the pressure on me now. when i thought it in my head i didn't think it would affect me as much as it has now that i'm looking at it. ok, i just realized that life is short and promised to none of us. what if i lose my right to be amongst my friends and loved ones tonight? there are a lot of people who have no idea what i like! and alot of people might forget, so i decided to compile a short list that hopefully will settle the dispute of what "keith" likes. and will last far longer than i will. now if anybody starts arguing or just gets curious all they have to do is look on live journal and there it is. in black. i broke it up into some catagories:
my morning jacket: 'i will be there when you die'
'one big holiday'
the shins: 'saint simon'
damien rice: 'older chests'
old black and white ones: 'brief encounter'
wes anderson movies: 'bottle rocket'
'lost in translation'
spielberg movies: 'schindler's list'
'saving private ryan'
j.d. salinger: 'catcher in the rye'
c.s. lewis: anything
barnes and noble classics: 'dracula'
'crime and punishment'
'picture of dorian gray'
'the scarlet letter'
random 'good' humor
parks in winter
winter in general
let's stop there for now shall we. i didn't put much thought into this. i'll probably regret it in about a week.
|you want plans...i got plans
||[04 Jan 2004|10:10pm]
well tomorrow i start as a elementary p.e. teacher and i just thought i'd share it with all my livejournal friends and my one anonymous livejournal enemy my plans. i have the job at least a month so i decided to make janurary the "Let's Get Mr. Keith Into Shape For His Wedding Month". I'm gonna weigh myself in front of them at the beginning of every week and if i haven't lost weight...well than i've worked out a few choice insults to hurl at them. the catch is that they have to motivate me to move and lose the weight. failure to do this will result in a time out and a note to their parents. the magic number is 150 lbs.'s. i hope to be coming out of this class at a slender and healthy 40 lbs.'s. well i'm talking on the phone at the same time so one of these two activities will have to end.
||[02 Jan 2004|12:11pm]
i believe that this may be my last entry ever...as you may have known already a member of our livejournal community committed suicide (figurtively of course) the other day and ended his account. since then i've tried to tell myself that it will be all right, tomorrow will bring healing and you can make it without him. i mean his entries weren't anything overtly "special" or meaningful. heck you didn't even read them all, i tell myself, but it's no use. a hole has been left in my heart...a blizzard of loneliness, so to speak. i feel that i have bore my heart out for you to see and even embarrassed myself with some of my posts, but that's going to stop today! i didn't think it would be this hard. well i'm going to a better place now. so adios me muchachoooos and friends that are girls. sincerely, X
P.S. if you would like me to stay, just post a comment and try to persuade me not to "take my own life."