REDLINED!!!! with a little engine tweaking help from a certain friend (God bless his blessed soul..) who chooses to remain anonymus.. revving a wonderous 159 kph on the lil ol speedo (post which I chickened out and slowed down.. she'll do more.. )
On a lovely, overcast september morning.. NH-8.. Number seven.. Check..
Friday, September 24, 2010
Wednesday, September 15, 2010
Monday, September 13, 2010
Monday, September 6, 2010
Institutionalized..
Sometimes I try to do things but it just doesn't work out the way I want it to, and I get real frustrated and then like I try hard to do it, and I like, take my time but it just doesn't work out the way I want it to. It's like, I concentrate on it real hard, but it just doesn't work out. And everything I do and everything I try, it never turns out. It's like, I need time to figure these things out, but there's always someone there going “hey mike, you know we've been noticing you've been having a lot of problems lately, you know? You need to maybe get away. And like, maybe you should talk about it, you'll feel a lot better.” And I'm all like “oh, nah, it's ok, you know. I'll figure it out. Just leave me alone, I'll figure it out, you know? I'm just working on it by myself.” And they go “well, you know, if you wanna talk about it, I'll be here, you know? And you'll probably feel a lot better if you talk about it. So why don't you talk about it?” I go “no, I don't want to! I'm ok. I'll figure it out myself!” But they just keep bugging me, they just keep bugging me, and it builds up inside.
So you're gonna be institutionalized.
You'll come out brainwashed with bloodshot eyes.
You won't have anything to say.
They'll brainwash you until you see their way.
I was in my room and I was just like staring at the wall thinking about everything, but then again I was thinking about nothing. And then my mom came in, and I didn't even know she was there. She called my name and I didn't hear her and then she started screaming “Mike, Mike!” And I go “what? What's the matter?” She goes “what's the matter with you?” I go “there's nothing wrong, mom.” Shes all “don't tell me that! You're on drugs!” I go “no mom, I'm not on drugs. I'm ok, I'm just thinking, you know? Why don't you get me a Pepsi?” She goes “No! You're on drugs!” I go “mom, I'm ok. I'm just thinking.” She goes “No! You're not thinking, you're on drugs! Normal people don't be acting that way!” I go “mom, just get me a Pepsi! Please, all I want is a Pepsi!” And she wouldn't give it to me! All I wanted was a Pepsi, just one Pepsi, and she wouldn't give it to me! Just a Pepsi!
They give you a white shirt with long sleeves!
Tied around your back, you're treated like thieves!
Drug you up because they're lazy!
It's too much work to help a crazy!
I'm sitting in my room, when my mom and my dad came in. they pulled up a chair and they sat down. They go “mike, we need to talk to you.” And I go “ok, what's the matter?” They go “me and your mom, we've noticed that lately you've been having a lot of problems, and you've been going off for no reason, and we're afraid you're going to hurt somebody, and we're afraid you're going to hurt yourself. So we decided that it would be in your best interest if we put you somewhere where you could get the help that you need.” And I go “wait, what are you talking about, WE decided? MY best interests? How do you know what MY best interest is? How can you say what MY best interest is? What are you trying to say? I'M crazy? When I went to YOUR schools, I went to YOUR churches, I went to YOUR institutional learning facilities? So how can you say I'M crazy?”
They say they're gonna fix my brain.
Alleviate my suffering and my pain.
But by the time they fix my head,
Mentally I'll be dead.
They stuck me in an institution,
Said it was the only solution
To give me the needed professional help,
to protect me from the enemy, myself.
Doesn't matter, I'll probably get hit by a car anyways.
So you're gonna be institutionalized.
You'll come out brainwashed with bloodshot eyes.
You won't have anything to say.
They'll brainwash you until you see their way.
I was in my room and I was just like staring at the wall thinking about everything, but then again I was thinking about nothing. And then my mom came in, and I didn't even know she was there. She called my name and I didn't hear her and then she started screaming “Mike, Mike!” And I go “what? What's the matter?” She goes “what's the matter with you?” I go “there's nothing wrong, mom.” Shes all “don't tell me that! You're on drugs!” I go “no mom, I'm not on drugs. I'm ok, I'm just thinking, you know? Why don't you get me a Pepsi?” She goes “No! You're on drugs!” I go “mom, I'm ok. I'm just thinking.” She goes “No! You're not thinking, you're on drugs! Normal people don't be acting that way!” I go “mom, just get me a Pepsi! Please, all I want is a Pepsi!” And she wouldn't give it to me! All I wanted was a Pepsi, just one Pepsi, and she wouldn't give it to me! Just a Pepsi!
They give you a white shirt with long sleeves!
Tied around your back, you're treated like thieves!
Drug you up because they're lazy!
It's too much work to help a crazy!
I'm sitting in my room, when my mom and my dad came in. they pulled up a chair and they sat down. They go “mike, we need to talk to you.” And I go “ok, what's the matter?” They go “me and your mom, we've noticed that lately you've been having a lot of problems, and you've been going off for no reason, and we're afraid you're going to hurt somebody, and we're afraid you're going to hurt yourself. So we decided that it would be in your best interest if we put you somewhere where you could get the help that you need.” And I go “wait, what are you talking about, WE decided? MY best interests? How do you know what MY best interest is? How can you say what MY best interest is? What are you trying to say? I'M crazy? When I went to YOUR schools, I went to YOUR churches, I went to YOUR institutional learning facilities? So how can you say I'M crazy?”
They say they're gonna fix my brain.
Alleviate my suffering and my pain.
But by the time they fix my head,
Mentally I'll be dead.
They stuck me in an institution,
Said it was the only solution
To give me the needed professional help,
to protect me from the enemy, myself.
Doesn't matter, I'll probably get hit by a car anyways.
Friday, September 3, 2010
25 before 25..
I turn 25 in June 2011.. that gives me a little less than 10 months to try and do the things on this list.. being a tad hopeful arent i? Ah well, all one can do is try..
1.Finish my Wodehouse collection.
2. Travel abroad alone.
3.Take a roadtrip with friends.
4.Help a complete stranger in need.
5.Get myself back in good enough shape to run 10 kms. (Not unrealistic.. I can run 5-7 right now..)
6. Get some closure on the several hanging loose threads in my love life.
7.Redline my motorcycle in top gear.
8.Keep a plant alive for more than 3 months.
9.Cook an entire meal from scratch.
10. Learn how to make atleast one mixed drink well.
11.Let my hair grow long enough to put in a ponytail.
12.Watch a band I listen to live.
13. Buy a good camera and actually use it.
14.Finish reading Gone With The Wind.
15. Paint my room.
16.Start reading the newspaper regularly.
17.Go to the movies alone.
18.Live out atleast one of my not-lived-out-yet sexual fantasies.
19. Get another tattoo.
20. Play Mafia again.
21.Get drunk and sing at a karaoke bar.
22.Pick up rock climbing again.
23.Read atleast three new authors.
24.Get my hands on all the Star Wars episodes.
25.Quit my job and finally take that year off.
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2. Travel abroad alone.
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6. Get some closure on the several hanging loose threads in my love life.
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13. Buy a good camera and actually use it.
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15. Paint my room.
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19. Get another tattoo.
20. Play Mafia again.
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