Cotton candy and rotten mouth,
You know you're so fucked up.
You know I couldn't help but have it for you.
And everybody knows the way I walk,
And knows the way I talk,
And knows the way I feel about you.

It's all a bunch of shit,
And there's nothing to do around here.
It's totally fucked up,
I'm totally fucked up,
Wish you were here.

- "Wish You Were Here" (Ryan Adams)

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So yeah, I'm not among the healthy right now. From the looks of things, though, I'm not alone. I guess the Flu has been going around campus recently, so at the very least...I'm not alone in wallowing in my own "blah"-ness. So, I got that going for me.

It's the crappy kind that sneaks up on you, too. I mean, I was feeling fairly decent last night when I went to bed, but when I woke up today? Whew...Freight Train, baby. Freight Train.

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Been doing a lot of writing latley. You know the usual...Poems, songs, observations. Typical "I'm bored and stuck in a rut" stuff. It's a lot different than anything I put on here because, as I said a few months back, I made a pledge to not really mention much of my personal PERSONAL life on here anymore. I feel duty-bound to try to entertain you guys a little bit when you click on my blog link, and I'm pretty sure none of you care about how painfully pathetic and miniscule the relationship portion of my life is.

So my thoughts get out in other avenues. I don't know how often you guys try doing stuff like that, but I'd reccomend it. It's kind of cathartic to get some of that junk off of your chest and onto paper. "Rage on the page", I believe it's called. My Creative Writing professor would be proud of me...I think. On the other hand, this is the same lady who basically guarenteed us A's for showing up at class, so I like to think she'd be happy with a big sheet of printer paper that had the phrase "This Space For Rent" on it.

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Got a new phone a few days ago. Yup, finally traded in the old Kyocera junker for a sleek new Samsung Camera/Video Phone. Gotta say, it's pretty cool. It's all shiney and silvery and...camera-ey. Ended up being $50 after the rebates, which all-in-all is pretty solid, considering the kewl little things it's capable of doing.

For a day or two there, I felt like the B.M.O.C. (*Cough*Big Man On Campus*Cough*) untill, you know...I realized I'm Colin Harris, and I'm about as far from "Big", "Big Man", or "Big Man on Campus" as any human being can possibly be.

...Is "F.B.O.N.A.L.A.A.O.C." (Forgetable, Boring, Ordinary, Average-Looking, Almost-Adult on Campus) too long of an acronym?

Forever in neutral,
Colin

Suddenly, not alone.
Suddenly, I'd like to take you home.
Suddenly, shyness slips.
Suddenly, I'm only seeing lips.
Suddenly, I'm all right.
Suddenly, will only last a night.

- "Suddenly" (Tammany Hall NYC)

I can't keep doing the 7:45 class thing. It's starting to kill me. Sure, if it were one or two days a week, I guess it would be doable...But I'm at it four days a week. It's not like I even have any motivation for going to class, either. I don't know what the hell's going on in either of them. How could I? Everyone who knows me knows that my brain doesn't begin spinning it's wheels until about 10 or so.

My personal hygene has even suffered. These last two days, and don't let this get out too far, I haven't even showered untill I got back from classes. Apparently, those extra ten minutes of sleep are really going to get me that extra "pop" to get through my day.

You know, now that I think about it...I might be the only person who takes a nap right after their alarm goes off. I wake up...Climb down from my loft...Turn the alarm off and re-set it for another ten minutes...Then I crash on my couch untill it goes off. Does that constitute a "nap?" I mean, it seems to have all the signs:

1. Not sleeping in my bed.
2. Set alarm for new time.
   
3. Snooze button isn't involved.
4. It's under 45 minutes, so it's not REM (or "Deep") Sleep.

Feelings on this issue?

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I'm starting to come to the conclusion that I am, in-fact, a boring person. I really am. Most of the time, I don't even like reading what I write or thinking about what's in my head. It just kinda bores me. So, as a result, I've come to the conclusion that it's why I've been sans-"signifigant other" most of my life. I think I'm like the"Skippy Peanut Butter" of guys. I'm passable...But in the end, you're gunna want to go for Jiff when you're given the oppertunity.

That might actually be the root of my problems. I'm just not quality enough. I've been taking steps to rectify this, though. To elaborate my point, I've decided to create a Pie Chart. The following is how I plan to ration my time in the future to become "Less boring:"

(Out of a possible 100% of my time)



I think that was a solid use of an hour of my life...


Remember...No one likes a Goth kid,
Colin

"Newman, with his clipped mustache and his whiskey-coated growl and his steely self-assurance, is an aristocrat of sleaze."

- David Ansen

This post is dedicated to those men out there who are capable of growing a mustache. The "Holy Grail" of cool, the "New York Yankees" of awesome, the "Beatles" of fantabulastic...ness.


Behold...The Mega-Stash:



I'll give you some time to take all that magesty in...Just take a deep breath.

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Okay, moving on.

You know, I really don't have anything tonight. Thuthfully, I really just wanted to post that picture and admire how amazing it is. Sorry.

Growin' it out,
Colin

"Walk Away"

My mind, fogged over,
That breathless feeling clenches my chest.
The eternal rain begins to pour anew.

Why does this feeling continue to linger?
That room in my heart remains occupied.
Time after time, oppertunities squandered,
Champion of the awkward moment.

Looking at you, I see something else.
A reminder of a confusing time.
Good and bad all at once,
Something I never really had.

It's not your fault,
You hadn't yet walked through that door.
Living your life away from me,
You can't help that you're not someone else.

Can it be that everything comes around?
I need answers for what I've gone through.
Go on, love, take that walk.
Just leave me sitting here.

Later,
Colin

Hustler,
I'm a leave the playin' to ya'll.
When I shop at the mall, I need a U-Haul.
Ladies say, what flavor ya like, and I tell 'em...

Light-Skinned, Dark-Skinned, Chocolate, and Vanilla.

- "8611" (2 The Groove)

So, over the course of trying to figure out what I wanted this entry to look like, I rattled off a ton of possible topics for discussion. None were really all that interesting, to be honest. Since I DO have space to fill and you DID click on my link, I feel I may as well let you in on my thought process...

In no particular order:

• The Facebook.
• My relationship woes.
• My shocking fear of commitment.
• Charlie Weis.
• The price of 24 bottles of water.
• Jimmy Eat World.
• If VH-1 would still have Michael Ian Black be on an "I Love the 60s."
• Am I the only person who listens to Tammany Hall NYC?
• Why does my muffler refuse to be held on with Duct Tape?
• My ever-volumizing "Irish 'Fro."
• I'm a Journalism major, but I got an F in my J-Class in High School.
• Is it possible to make Beer Ice Cubes?

As you can probably see, none of those are terribly "engaging." That's pretty much why I did what I just did. They're all kind of like Matt LeBlanc. Together as a part of an ensamble? Great. Alone on his own show? Well...Is "Fantastiunderwhelming" a word?

So, is it depressing that I've spent five hours of my life in the last three days with Joe making a "Field of 65" bracket for my roommate's interests? Joe and I really do love the goofy bastard. He brings joy to our days and we felt we should return some of the love by pitting the most important things to him against eachother in a "Winner Take All" single-elimination tournament. They're all there: LeBron, North Carolina, Heidi, Wearing Shorts, Kellen "The Soldier" Winslow...We're calling it the "Freduary Frenzy" and if you're at all interested in filling out a bracket, here's the link.

http://users.zoominternet.net/~Duday/fred.gif

Check it out, print it out, fill it out, have an office pool. I don't care. Just don't fake the funk, baby.

Eeeeelllllllliiiiiiiioooooot,
Colin

I am thinking it's a sign that the freckles
In our eyes are mirror images and when
We kiss they're perfectly aligned
And I have to speculate that God himself
Did make us into corresponding shapes like
Puzzle pieces from the clay

- "Such Great Heights" (Iron and Wine)

Hey guys. Again...Apologies for the delay. I know I'm starting to sound like a broken record here, but honestly, I got nothing. My life is becoming very regimented, and I have little interesting to talk about. 7:45 classes all week, 2 articles for the Stater a week, Scrubs on Tuesdays, Nap at 3 daily, Constant loop of Jimmy Eat World on my iTunes. That's about what I do with my free time. It's really not terribly entertaining. Kind of like Hollister employees (sorry if I've offended anyone who works at Hollister. Actually...You know what? I'm not. You guys are tools. Go get another tounge piercing.)

Because I don't have enough "Ummph" here for a full post/rant/tirade/emotional breakdown...I'm just going to go with the "Random Thoughts" format. Yup.

• $3.95 Pizza Day at Pizza Pan is great. Crappy College Pizza tastes better when you honestly feel like you're ripping someone off. It just does.
• Why does my Keyboard tray always have hairs all over it? Did a tiny dog somehow find his way onto it and unleash his wrath upon it?
• Why are Emo kids so depressed all the time? Cheer up, Emo kids. If you get too depressed, you'll become Goth and NO ONE likes a Goth kid...
• I bought "Swingers" on DVD 13 months ago because I loved the movie, and to this day...I still haven't watched it.
• Season One of Scrubs is coming out in May. Be there or be square.
• Don't ever go to Kinkos. Just don't. If you need something done with a project, you'd be better off letting that loser kid in your hall who thinks that since he's in College, it will be super-cool to hit on High School girls all the time do it. You know that kid. I know you have one on your floor. We all do.
• MTVU plays 4 songs on a non-stop loop. Jimmy Eat World's "Work", Howie Day's "Collide", Eminem's "Like Toy Soldiers", and now Jennifer Lopez's "Get Right." Seriously...Watch it sometime, I promise you that you will see all 4 videos at least a couple of times before you turn it off.
• Napoleon Dynamite was absolutley terrible. I'm sorry if you liked it, because you obviously like crap. Crap that stinks. Stinks like crap.
• The Steelers lost. I still can't get over how amazingly awesome it is that they lost AT HOME to New England. They didn't just lose, either. They got it handed to them.
• "Time After Time" will forever be one of my favorite songs. It just will be. I still find myself singing it whenever it's on. Especially after it was in "Romy and Michelle." I love that movie. Actually no, I just love Mira Sorvino. Mmm...Mira Sorvino. I love that husky voice of hers.
• Fatboy Slim's video for "Wonderful Night" is the most amazing video I've seen in at least a few years. Check it out sometime.
• Ever since I lost all this weight, my ass has vanished. Seriously...It's gone. I noticed this awhile back, and it's been on my mind ever since. In the right pair of jeans, my ass used to be a force of nature. Now? *Poof*. Gone.
  
• Ever since Ryan kicked the lock off the stall next to the wall in the bathroom, I've been struggeling to find my new favorite one. It's really starting to affect my daily routine.
• I don't understand Anime. I never will. It just kind of scares me. Once Aqua Teen is over on [adult swim], the Anime comes on and it confuses me. Why are their eyes so big and their hair so colorful?
• I can't stop watching "Ned's Declassified School Survival Guide" on Nick. God help me, the show's funny. It's the closest Nick currently had to its "Glory Days" of Pete and Pete, Clarissa, Salute You Shorts, You Can't Do That on Television, and Hey Dude.
  

See this boxset?




...It belongs to me. All-day Saturday. Josh's room. Trilogy viewing. Be there.


*Quack*,
Colin