when i grow up i want to be an anthropologist

Listening to the Talking Heads and drinking a cup of pumpkin soup. Fun times are had by all. And by all I mean me. Man, it's boring not having a job sometimes. I always thought it would be really cool to not do anything with my life, but now that I'm doing that (or not doing that since I'm doing nothing??) it's not so cool.

I remember the most fun night of my life. I was reminded of it last night while fucking Laura. Intense fucking happiness just hanging out listening to records. It's like that gonna get got song (or maybe it was the o, perty much the same people in both bands), I want that feeling back. And if any of y'all know that song then y'all know I mean 2 things by that.

I'm talking to my BFFF on FB and I said something to her that I think works in this post, so I've copied it and I'm going to paste it right NOW

zach (rapper from mtl/kanser/traditional methods/and solo does solo stuff) just wrote a book about twin cities hip hop. it's awesome. he got the idea to write the book about 10 years ago when he was on ecstasy and he did it. which i think is a sign i should be an anthropologist. whenever [edited for content] i think i should be, sooooo maybe i should make that happen

Sometimes I think in what I supposed I would describe as an altered mindstate and I'm not talking about drugs. It's like sometimes I just see the world for all the fake bullshit it is and how people are controlled. When I think like that I feel like I can kind of see humanity from the perspective of an outsider and I would like to study them. Pretty sure that's a great mindstate to be in for an anthropologist. There was an idea for a blog that I had last year that I never made. The plan was to go to Australia and observe their culture and see how it's similar and different from the United States. That way I should have been able to learn a lot about both cultures and humans in general. That didn't happen. The name was going to be something like Anthropological Observations by an Insider Posing as an Outsider Posing as an Insider. I'm an insider because I'm part of the culture I'm observing, but by observing it I have to think like an outsider, and to understand what I'm observing I (an outsider) would have to think like an insider.

There's moments in my life where I have epiphanies about human behavior and that's what I would like to record. The problem is I rarely write them down and sometimes when I try to I realize I'm not that good at getting my thoughts turned into words.

I think this blog is going to be the online home of my random and sometimes anthropological thoughts.

Random Thought
When I was in Australia, me and Laura exchanged something like 22,000 messages on facebook. It gave me an idea. Someday I would like to write an autobiography using emails and chat logs either as like a reference or just edit them into a book. Wouldn't that be kinda neat and gimmicky enough to sell?

stuff I been thinking about lately

Hmm I don't know what to say. My girlfriend just updated her blog so I was lime I should do the same. Ain't shit been going on really other than not getting a job and fighting with my girlfriend about stuff. Since nobody who reads this probs gives a shit about any of that I'll talk about some shit I been thinking a out lately.

I recently found out that mens and womens buttons/zippers are on opposite sides. possible reasons:
1. Men and women can help each other get dressed.
2. Makes it easier for people to sort clothes.
3. Women are men's bitches so our buttons are the opposite of theirs to make it easier for them to dress us. Since they're opposite it means I would use the same motions to button a woman's shirt while on her as a men's shirt on myself. Which means that if men ever become women's bitches the clothes don't have to be changed. Whoever invented it was thinking ahead.

Me and my girlfriend were at a bus stop like a week ago. This kid comes up to us and is like trying to sell us stolen shit and 'twas so lulzy. He told us a story about how some chick said she'd fuck him if he got her something expensive. So he stole a diamond necklace from his mom. Then she said she was leaving to pick him up some weed and she never came back. He said he waited for her for like 6 hours. Dude was dumb as fuck.

I think humans are like prairie dogs with technology. I forgot exactly why but it made more sense to me at another point in my life and I still believe it.

I like nonhumans. We're like all the same. But that doesn't mean I think bestiality is ok. Like it's fucked up. No way anyone can know whether or not the nonhuman consents. And it's just plain nasty. Oh and I read some this that dudes who fuck animals are more likely to get dick cancer. Probs cuz all the weird diseases or something.

It's crazy that right now there's humans in space. Like what the fuck is with that? Man, that's gotta be scary. Especially for the first few people. It must be amazing to see earth from up there and for sure it'd be the best view of the stars. I wonder if anyone went to the moon.

Death scares me. Like that's some crazy shit. I think that probs when most people die they don't expect it. So it's like they're just going about their life doing whatever and then something happens unexpectedly and that's it. Like I bet lots of people don't even see it coming. So it's like just flipping off a light switch or actually more like a light randomly burning out. Never know when that shit is gonna happen sometimes it flickers so you know it's coming soon but unless someone flips the switch there's no way to know when or what exactly will cause it. It freaks me out sometimes when I fall asleep and then wake up and can't remember falling asleep. I think that's what death will be like except I won't ever wake up. I don't ever want to ever not exist.

Death seems like a good topic to end a post on. Shoulda started it by talking about life. Or I'll just start talking about life here I guess. Well, life and consciousness. Ok so like what is life? I think its anything that can feed on something else to prolong it's own life. So I kinda think fire is alive. Maybe. And then like consciousness is like WTF would that just be anything that is aware of itself and/or it's surroundings? Like where does consciousness come from? Is it in our brains, bodies, beamed into us like  a radio wave, or what? I wonder if bacteria is conscious.

My hands hurt from typing so much on my iPod. The end.

MY NIPPLES HURT!!!!!!

I just got back in from like a 3.5ish mile walk in search of a job and the metal through my nipples is cold and making them all hurty.

I wrote that sentence like half an hour ago and then just read random shit on zoklet until I remembered I was writing something.

So I'm in Washington now. Been here a month as of today and still no work. Shit's been kinda crazy. My girlfriend found out I cheated on her in Australia and I found out she cheated on me when I was there. But we're still together and mostly happy and stuff. Shit will be cool.

I been spending most of my days looking for work online and sometimes going out into the real world and usually being told to go online to apply. So fricking frustrating. But I'll find something fo sho. I hope. Probably.

My nipples don't hurt anymore, though my right one is itchy.

I'm hungry.

Penis.