The Grey Areas.

I saw something sitting on your bed.

Back To Square One.

I hate it. I really do & I don't know what to do.

Maybe it's best if I should really just go.

Maybe it will be better. Maybe I'll be happier. Maybe something good will happen.

Maybe...

But I feel fine.

In The Lab, In a Heartbeat.

I really need to get myself one of these helmets. This has always been one of my Halloween ideas. I'd really want to dress up as Guy Manuel or Thomas B. one day & know what it feels like to be one of the koolest kats ever known to man.

Im not quite sure who photographed this image, but; all i know is that it's essentially one of my favorites & I had to post it up.



The other day I went to this mexican resturant with my co-worker & I had this tasty sauce called "El fruta del Diablo" which was actually really good. I got hooked to it as soon as I tasted it! You readers seriously have to experience the flavor rush of these bad boys.
(Thats if you like hot and spicy sauces.)

Finally, Im going to buy my new Instax Mini 7S Instant Camera, which is going to be pretty badass. Im really looking forward to it. Im going to photograph everything!

Ultimately, I'm diggin where things are going right now.

Halloween.

Is what I'm really looking forward too.

These are two idea's I have in mind for what I want to be. This ones cool and easy to make.

I really like the face paint, I might end up doing this & also dressing up as one of the undead for Dia De los Muertos.

I'll make up my mind eventually, but its always good to think ahead of time I guess.

Cognitive Thinking.

I look at my mind from within and feel both trapped and puzzled about the strangeness of my own existence. My thoughts swirl round and round constantly probing the strangeness of self-hood --why do I exist? Why am I me and not someone else? At these times, feelings of sweaty panic develop, as if I am having a phobia about my own thoughts. At other times, I don't feel "grounded". I look at this body and can't understand why I am within it. I hear myself having conversations and wonder where the voice is coming from. I imagine myself seeing life as if it were played like a film in a cinema. But in that case, Where am I? Who is watching the film? What is the cinema? The worst part is that this seems as if it's the truth, and the period of my life in which I did not feel like this were delusions.

"We Are Unusual & Tragic & Alive."

9.19.10 / 3:23

He Tells Himself:

That everything is okay.
That one day everything will become better.
That one day someone will appreciate him.
That sometimes it's okay to open up.
That it's a good idea not to love someone.
That being independent is whats best for him.
That focusing on his own priorities will get him to where he wants to be faster.
That dreaming always makes him feel better.
That telling people what they want to hear is always right for them.
That he should just forget about the world & everyone on it.
That he shouldn't waste his time putting effort into someone that wont respond back.
That he will see her again, although she doesn't walk on the face of this earth.
That other people have it worser then he does.

Yes.

Timid Dreaming.

Shocked, So Shocked. Im Happy, but shocked.

My dreams are on A train to train wreck town.

She & Him.

I just found this photo, & I thought it was post worthy. Thats it.

P.s: I have A friend named sophia, who would go shit crazy for this.

9.8.10

I recently decided to keep track of my dreams by writing within this journal that I found in my room, it was completely empty & I found no writing within the pages. What motivated me to do so was a current dream that I had, It was insightful, peculiar & magnificent. What I expect to learn & obtain from this Journal of mine is how to learn from and understand my dreams. I have a psychology book along with this dream book to understand & interpret dreams. The recent dream that I had was very similar to this photo I have posted among these texts. In my dream people were swimming in the sky, in sequence and all aligned in several rows. Strangely enough, It seemed as if I was underwater because the atmosphere these people were swimming on made splashes and ripples. But what I did not understand was that the surface that I was standing on. It had tall grass, variety of flowers peaking into light, & tall trees with humongous branches. I looked at the floor, I noticed something buried with what seemed to be a cork sprouting out. I dug the item out & found out that it was a bottle buried underneath the ground. There was a note in the bottle. I removed the cork from the bottle which was dirty with fresh soil, & opened the note. It stated: "Welcome, don't be alarmed, the people above you are the recently & have been deceased happily swimming & returning to the life line". After that I looked at the sky once again but before I knew it, my alarm went off and awoke me.

Becoming's.

Too many courses.

Studious hours are scarce.

Time crunch, time crunch, time crunch.

Working hours have enhanced.

Social life is at a minimal.

No time, getting distant, becoming independent.

Less sleeping hours.

moderate moods & chemical imbalances.

Body is fatiguing.

Mind is solely overworked.

Famished appetite.

Colors.

I really like it when I wake up in the morning, because the first thing I see is something similar to this in the ceiling. What a good way to start off a day, by staring at something beautiful.