Monday, May 18, 2009

Trav:
Springtime thoughts

So yeah these were done in this past semester, just trying to get stuff out of the head.

Sitting here
Left again
All Alone.
This night out,
Turns to another night in.
Quiet Studying,
The exams killing us
Stressing out
what's left to do?

New Sights to see
We Can't wait to get back to DC
While my grades are nice
Friends just can't be beat.


So yeah that's probably crap on some level but whatever, just thoughts on a Friday night before exams. I'll try to post something better later, well better by my mind anyway, and thats all that counts.

Oi- Cheers!
Trav


Trav:
Everything's Gonna Be Alright Now...


So yeah, Hi All. /me waves to the loyal readers. Basically school while fun this spring semester was definitely a learning experience, hehe. Long story short, since we know I can ramble: made some new friends, realized some people used me as the verbal whipping boy(note that jokes at ones expense really sucks.) One of my friends is wicked funny and nice and while I am made fun of, I can tell they jest, others, I question whether the mockery is well sincere or if it is just sarcastic. So anyway we burned loads of cd's a while back and I have to say and I'm gonna get burned for this: A) I'm nearly ten years too late B) early Good Charlotte is actually way way kick ass. Yeah its not hardcore, but erm I like it, so the hell with it. Top four on every playlist right now( I do that, go through phases where certain songs will be on nearly every playlist, for a month or so, till something else goes ohh shiny, play those those look fun guy.(Undergrads refrence, watchd that finals weeks since I was done with my exams oh yeah that was way fun):
1. The Click- this as been noted by friends is nearly the story of my life, well the Travis just sits around all day and does nearly nothign but go to class and talk online
2. Waldorfworldwide- such a kickass party song and great to drive around too, nice chorus and all
3. Little Things- whats to be said, its the little things in life :)
4. East Coast Anthem-- I do live in DC metro area and all, and got called freak at quadfest- drunk morons, always fun to people watch.
5. Yeah it is...Number five: This isn't Good Charlotte, but I have to throw it out there, Spaz's House Destruction Party

I've also started going back to Mass more. When I could get a ride I'd go at least twice a week not counting Sundays. Oddly though when home now I just go once during the week and sunday, since I really only went on Monday at the end of the semester. I haven't decided if I want to go to Mass at the church, or the CCM chapel at GMU, which seems slightly more friendly. I'm not sure what it is about the parish church, which is still close(ten minute drive) but I just don't like going. If only the CCM chapel had weekday Mass too.

Anyway so I've been writing in a journal and keeping a notebook around me. Whats the difference Travis you ask? Good question, the first is for me and only me while the other is mainly notes, grocery lists and things of that ilk. However it also has some important stuff, generally how I feel and what not, maybe thoughts jotted down while I walk, which while it gets told to people they are not in such a well, raw form. And the Pictures are of what, 3 weeks ago now, my hair is shorter, so I can try to get a job, but other then that, its about the same, I've just got into wearing whatever, shirt, t shirt, or plain shirt really whatever I pull out that day, I just don't care any more, if its this and not that shirt. So yeah make of that what you will.

Oi!
Trav

Sunday, May 10, 2009

Johnny Rumble:
Style Formats

I was asked a question about the MLA and APA style formats for papers:

Margins, titles, even where and how I format my name! Why all the rules governing how I am required to write my paper? Why do you think they are so picky about how your paper is formatted?
 This was my responce...

The rules are there to stifle creativity and individuality. The goal, it seems, of nearly all colleges and universitys is to turn it's students into more cogs of the same bland, boring, and homogenized machine of workplace despair. This is only perpetrated by lazy, and sometimes inept professers who only want to sit in their chairs of imaginative power and collect paychecks until they retire. Those who do, succeed. Those who cannot, teach. And this is where systems fail. Those who cannot, surely should not be allowed to teach, only because thier inherit failures will be passed on the next generation, creating a cycle of losers, whiners, and failures that will pass on thier knowledge to the following generations. I feel safe in the knowledge that the best teachers I have had all retired successful from thier chosen profession to pass on the information that they learned to a generation that desires to succeed and florish in society, not rot in the stench of inept failure.
Stay Free, Free Stay,

Johnny Rumble

Sunday, May 03, 2009

Johnny Rumble:
Vampie...or is it Vampy?

I enjoy the night hours.  I sit in a darkened room, shadows cast by the flickering Sky Sports and the words of other people splashed across thier respective screens, and analyze what happened in the sphere of Johnny.  I can troll the internet, masturbate in privacy, and re-enforce my general ill will against man and all of his creations.

But really it's the peace and solitude I look foward to.  And when the Petrol Gods have deemed it so, I can cruise from the moment the sun dips below the Buttes to the moment it crests the Sierras, watching the endless ribbons of blacktop disappear beneath the wiper cowl and wonder why Saturn decided to build a car that has an invisible hood line.  There are few people on the road, and I usually have some old tune whispering from the speakers and out the cracked windows as I push the accelerator toward the floor and leave another stoplight behind me.  When they do occur those, the headlights can be moments of glory.  Another soul looking for thier moment of bliss.  At least this is what I'd like to think if I was alone and that car didn't have a headlight out.  Sex Point.

Entering strange urban areas is as exciting as it is frightening.  The dark road lights up with street lamps and headlights, other cars dodging the potholes Public Works refuses to fix.  It's a pin ball game at eighty miles and hour and the ball just entered the wormhole.  I scrunch down in my seat, turn Lowrider up to Volume 7, and cross over to the slow lane, imagining I'm in six-four Impala rolling fifteens and hydros. Clean, simple.

Keep Rollin' Rollin' Rollin',

Johnny Rumble