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During a sitcom on television, a cheesy actor says a cheesy line and there is laughter heard. I’m sitting here, watching TV and I’m not laughing, but yet, I’m hearing laughter. There’s a very large group of people in this man’s apartment, on TV, and they laugh at his jokes. All of us viewers know about this large group of people in the man’s apartment, and never think twice about it.

“mmm, could be real life. I don’t have a large group of people in MY apartment laughing at MY jokes. But I suppose it could happen.”

Laughing is contagious. That must be the reason for the group of people in the apartment. Sometimes, the man says something stupid, and I will laugh only because the group of people is laughing.

“But wait a minute! If the man in the apartment, on TV, said something stupid, why is the group of people in his apartment laughing?”

Well, that’s beacause with these apartments, the builders have taken into consideration that the man will not seem humourous to everyone at all times. And so, they have installed signs which light up to instruct the group of people with simple directions. The signs usually read “Laugh” and “Applaud”.

Man in apartment says line. Line is stupid. “Laugh” sign activated. Group of people in the apartment laugh. Buck at home laughs. (not too loudly though)

This is a very common cycle which most people know about. However, if it’s so common, why do we fall for it time after time? Do we like to be fooled? If the end result is simply to be happy regardless of what actually takes place, then I suppose being fooled is all that we’re looking for.

Wow, it’s been a whole week since my last post. Things are really messed up here, in my bedroom. I’ve hibernated in this room for 5 days now. I have managed to miss every single class this week, due to a new talent I have acquired, which is the ability to turn off my alarm while I’m still sleeping. I find it amazing what the human brain can accomplish while it’s unconscious. When there are noises going on around you while you sleep, your brain attempts to incorporate those noises into whatever dream you may be having, in hopes of keeping you in your unconscious state. When my alarm goes off, and music starts playing, I’m suddenly dreaming of being at a concert or dance club. When those dreams happen, I say ‘Thank you Brain!’. And then my brain releases all these wonderful hormones into my body and I feel beautifully rested and undisturbed from the things trying to wake me up.

I have tried to explain this all to my teachers at school, but they just don’t understand. I didn’t think they would. I’ve never related to anything they’ve said, why should I make sense to them?

Just like the beginning of a relationship, it cannot be forced. You can’t say “let’s be best friends!”. Doing that is merely filling a gap in your life, filling a slot. It has to happen, it must coming into being.

You can search for inspiration, but you cannot call on it. It will either come when you’re not calling, or you will stumble onto it while looking the other way.

So hungry. I’m thinking I might make myself a bagel with peanut butter on it. MMmmmm!

My girlfriend is sleeping in my bed right now. She’s having a nap, when she wakes up we’re going to 7-11 for some Squishees!!

I could have worded the above sentence as follows: “I’m letting her sleep now before we go out.”

I always laugh when guys talk that way in reference to their girlfriends.

haha insecure possessive bastards.

Tee hee!

There’s a part of her life that doesn’t include me. I’m not jealous of that part, but I’m aware of it.

I wasn’t around then, but I’m around now. This I know, and it makes me happy. I could have been around then. I should have been around then. But if I was around then, would I be around now?

I leave that question unanswered, I think it’s better that way.

Go away sun, I’m not ready for you today.

As Foster mentioned, we do have some pretty nice things in our lives. I quite enjoy moist toilettes as well as peanut butter. However, I’m here to mention the things the big companies feel we need, but are really a nuissance to most of us.

Quilted Toilet Paper - We have quilted paper towels which are said to be more absorbant, that’s fine with me. But why the hell do we need quilted toilet paper??? I can’t get over this. It looks all nice and pretty, with it’s cute little flowery design, and then you clean your ass with it! I don’t get this. Since when is toilet paper a decoration? I don’t blow my nose on the plants in the room. Why would I wipe my ass with a picture? And further more, those quilted layers? they’re more like sandpaper! Don’t buy this stuff folks, it isn’t comfortable. Trust me on this one.

Green Ketchup - For some reason Heinz has gone and fucked eveything up. They say that ketchup sales are down so they needed to do something new. Why couldn’t they just attach a prize to the side of the bottle?

Tapered Jeans - Please just stop it! Burn them now. Don’t drop them off at Goodwill, just burn them. Nobody deserves to have their circulation cut off below their feet. But most of all, nobody deserves to see somebody wearing these things. Make a fire out of them: Keep warm in the winter and stay fashionable in the summer.

Music Companies - I know this wouldn’t qualify as a product but they still piss me off. They control what we listen to. There are millions of bands out there making music, but if one record executive prick in a suit doesn’t like what they do, the rest of the world will never hear it. That makes me sick. And then finally there was hope for music when Napster arrived. A way for people to share music over the internet, it was definitely too good to last. The music companies had to get their controlling greedy hands into everything and have Napster shut down. “Nobody controls music except us!” Bastards.

I hate big business. (Don’t ask me what I’m taking in school). They think they control everything and they feed us their crap. Sorry assholes, I’m already full. Now I’m angry, now I won’t sleep. Argh. Thanks OE. Thanks a lot.

The Egyptians believed that there is a vein that travels from your 4th finger (the one next to your pinky) of your left hand directly to your heart. That’s why the wedding band is worn on that finger.

I believe that there is a knot in my stomach which is directly linked to my brain. The more I think tonight, the more the knot is tightened, the worse I feel.

As bad as I feel right now, and as much as my mind is running, I believe I can rest well in my bed tonight. I know that what weighs heavily tonight, cannot be made lighter just by thinking about it. To lighten the weight, something must be done. Nothing can be done from my bed, and so, knowing this, I will rest well. For tomorrow is another day….. a day of action. Something will be done tomorrow and then, with a lighter load, I can return to my normal insomniac ways.

I somehow sleep better when something troubles me. Maybe it’s the comfort of hiding under my sheets, behind closed doors. Maybe it’s having the ability to avoid resposibility by letting days pass by, hiding in bed. Maybe it’s………..

zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz………

It’s 4am now and I feel the sudden urge and inspiration to play my music. It’s been at least a month since I’ve played my electric bass, and I get the inspiration to play it now at 4 in the morning? If I had my accoustic bass here there wouldn’t be a problem, but at the moment it’s sitting in my bedroom at my apartment in a different city. I’m at my parents home now which still has my old bedroom, mostly intact, and houses my bass guitar and loud amplifier. It’s very loud, which is the problem as to why I can’t fulfill this urge at the moment. I can’t wake up my parents, they have to work in the morning. And I can’t just play my bass silently, it has to be felt.

I remember jamming in a friend’s basement, the ceiling only 5 feet high because it was so thickly padded with insulation so his parents couldn’t hear us, we played so fucking loud. Looking at the foot pedals in front of my speaker, everything blurred and I could feel the wind being pushed from my speaker against my leg everytime I hit a note. I wear ear plugs which makes it difficult to differentiate between notes at times, but it doesn’t matter, it’s all feel. The bass (especially with a large amp) sends out such amazing vibrations - it shakes everything.

For the listener, music applies to only one sense: hearing. But if you’ve ever played in a band, you know that music has a sound, feel and even a smell. Usually that smell is marijuana, but you know what I mean. That place you always rehearse, your strings, your fingers after you’ve played, they all have a smell. And let’s not forget about sight. Going to a concert, or playing a concert brings on incredible sights and everlasting memories. Ahhh,….. it’s all coming back… and my mouth begins to water….damn.