i think?

One night during the pre-production phase on A Clockwork Orange, Malcolm McDowell asked Stanley Kubrick why he was eating ice cream at the same time as his main course steak. “What’s the difference?” said Kubrick. “It’s all food. This is how Napoleon used to eat.”

I would of threw a "motherfucker" in there if I was Kubrick, he probably did though but Malcolm McDowell didn't want to taint his legacy.

Sometimes when I wake up in the middle of the night, after realizing it's not 1970 something, I travel to drive-thru's and order an odd number of nuggets from Wendy's or McDonald's like 17 or 23 because I know they only have boxes that hold 5 or 10 so they got to put that extra spill over of two of three nuggets into a box by themselves, and though they haven't ever complained I know somebody's gonna end up snapping one night and try to attack me. I'll be ready.

Side Note: Comma's are fruity. One long sentence's FTW.

9/12/04 Wensday 12:04 AM

What Up it's your boy Apollo. My life's kind of getting exciting. I pulled Tammera. She's shy. She is my first legitimate girlfriend at East. I like her a lot. We probably blossom into something else. I didn't even get the gold Lebron's. I spent all my money. I'm still working on my DJ/Producing career, I got the mixtape coming up, with all the hamp's people on there. I also got the IMAX record label coming. I got to sign somebody. I'll probably have a cell phone between now and Friday night. I'm finna try to get some more girls numbers. Well that's all.
Apollo

I really hated the English language back then, but that wasn't what it was about. It was about writing something during a time when that's all I could do, that and dream like a mofo. I miss being called Apollo though, I was running with that name before I even knew what Battlestar Galactica was. And Tammera is and was a whole entire different story but more on that in the future.

Wensday, LOL.

Meet my six year old little sister Terrianna. She's in 1st grade but that's besides the point.

Do you know how many Battlestar Galactica jokes I can make now. Twelve Cylons and now there's twelve of us. Frak yeah. I could of been made these jokes but I always just rounded up to 15 brothers and sisters, never really counted. I'm lazy like that.

So that's Travis(me), Keshaun, Jericka, Terrance, Alexis, Nicolas, Justin, Terrion, Xavier, Teva, Christian, and Terrianna and we're spread throughout the whole area of Memphis. Our frakking bloodline isn't going anywhere.

Here's hoping somebody gets famous so I can mooch.

I'm happy the city decided to ice over once my three day weekend started. Win? I think... but anyways I finally decided to buy a hard drive enclosure for my old laptop hard drive. The motherboard had burnt out on it in the summer, but my hard drive was still full of stuff. After firing it up I decided to format it, but first I had to go through everything and decide what to transfer to my external and what to delete forever. I came across some .txt files from my stint in the zone of "infinite sadness". It's pretty roffle worthy.

roffle. My how the semesters have changed. I never did talk to her though but I kind of got turned off when I got handed one of her papers by mistake and realized it was pretty terrible and she was kind of dumb.

I need to hire somebody to slap the shit out of me if I ever relapse into one of those "sad trav" "infinite sadness" emo moments again. Even though the semester just started I have had my share problems already, but between cutting my class load down and keeping busy working at the library, I ought to not go over to that side of the force again.

And what I write on now is this

My new HP Mini 210 Netbook

This fucker is is like two pounds, which is a huge departure from me caring my HUGE Dell Latitude D531 around campus. I just can't believe Microsoft preloaded this thing with Windows Starter 7 and then they tried to make me pay 80.00 dollars to upgrade to frakking Home Edition. Eff that but on with my rambling.

Just writing everything above this was enough for me, not including uploading the pictures then copying all the HTML for each one, doing that has completely tap me out. I could just copy and paste some old stuff I wrote but somehow that doesn't feel right. I'll double up on ramblings next week, so don't worry, LOST is coming back so my ramblings will be full of time travel theories and the phrase "but I digress" all throughout it just like old times.

See I had this life plan....
This life plan required a lot of work (but not really, if you broke it down)....
I have since lost faith in my life plan and (me) .....
I will continue to work towards my life plan for no other reason but to fight off boredom....

The Plan

I see myself finishing school around 2012. By then I should have my Bachelors in Education and my Associate in Computer Engineering. I'm going to teach elementary preferably Kindergarten. Two years into teaching Kindergarten I'm gonna apply for a loan to open a computer repair business. I'll maybe open it in the beginning of the summer as I'll still have to go to work at the school. A year and a half into my Computer repair business I'll go back to school for some kind of political degree. 10 to 15 years after teaching elementary I'll run for city councilman. I hope to win. 4 to 8 years after to being City Council I'll run for Mayor and if my run is as good as I think it is I'll win. Everything's pretty foggy after that. Probably retirement, Governor or congressman.

Plan B was to move to a small European country and just live.

Since my last posting earlier I was thinking of maybe making this a weekly thing for no other reason but to make it a weekly thing. I had plan on trying my hand at taking 365 photo's a year but 90% of the pictures were going to be of my TV screen and who wants to see that (besides me). Although I did like Lindsey's though. This will be a lot more easier, because I can post old stuff and because it's weekly.

And Then I Woke Up.

Me: Please Don't Jump.
Her: Why Not?
Me: Because I don't know your name.
Her: Why would you want to my name?
Me: Because I don't know it.
Her: It's April.
Me: Well?
Her: Well, what?
Me: Don't you wanna know my name?
Her: Why do I want to know your name?
Me: Because you don't know it
Her: Why would I want to know it?
Me: For archival purposes, maybe?
Her: What does that even mean?
Me: I don't know.
Her: Well?
Me: Well, what?
Her: What is your name?
Me: Travis
And then I woke up.

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Damn I dreamed about her last night, why again, I don't even know this lady in "real life" or irl, lol, I feel that I'm young and that she's old, even though that's far from the truth, I also feel like she has everything and I have nothing, which is close to the truth or IS the truth. I always feel like I need "shit" to get what I want. But is it what I "need"?. I know I can't operate on 100% without it. I failed, even though I haven't moved a step back or a step forward. All I know is I give up, I failed.

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I meet her. She meets me. I call her. She texts me. I leave here to meet her. She greets me. I'm happy. This is her job . She's babysitting. Baby's are sleep. She leads me. I follow. She teases me. I'm in love. We fuck slow. I need this. She enjoys it. I love it. She comes first. I come next. We heavy breathe in sync together. I watch her sleep. I should get and up leave until I'm sleep also.

I awake on the ground. It takes a while to catch my composure. I look for her and she's nowhere to be found. I'm sad. I hear running. Now I see running. I am running. I here shouting. I am quiet. It is dark but I keep moving. I'm tired. I am tackled. I'm dripping on myself into my eye. I here shouting. They move me. I'm tired. They drag me. The lights should be warmer since they're so bright. I'm by the car. I'm shove into the car. I sleep.

I'm released. The sun is bright but my mind is clear. My shades are broke. Bitches. I expect no one. I see her. She saw me first. I'm angry. She runs to me. She's happy. I'm angry. She sees my anger so she talks then she cries. Mascara runs from beneath her shades as the words she tries to say become mumbles. I have a handkerchief. Where did I get a handkerchief. I hand her the handkerchief. We start to walk. She starts to talk. I respond. I'm hungry. We get to her car. She says she's sorry. I've internally forgave her awhile ago. My expression still reads anger. She offers to buy pancakes. I accept the offer. We get in the car. She pulls off. She whispers she loves me. I'm happy. I secretly smirk. The End.

I know I use this blog to never really say anything important but see how many curse words I can fit into one sentence without sounding angry.

Well that's about to change.

The main reason why I never write anything of meaning on here is because, like last year, if I happen to die in any way shape or form. I didn't want people who I new who found my blog to be introduce to a whole bunch of depressing shit like that Nigerian underwear bomber and that dude who shot that gym up in Philly. Not that I have anything in common with those fruits. I for one could never kill a bunch of innocent people just because I wasn't banging broads left and right, mainly because I have the option to bang broads from left to right, lulz.

But really guys I'm trying to be cereal aka serious for a moment. I write, I don't know what the hell I write or even why I write but I do. None of it has ever made it to this blog. Unlike most people who blogs I come across who write like they came from the times of "ye old English", it makes me dry heave a little bit.

I write the way I want to write. I'll tell you this though, I can not write short stories or anything beyond that length. Not that I'm dumb or anything but I tend to lose interest in what I'm doing after a while. The story may seem interesting when I start it but I eventually I get bored with it and abandon it.

Some of the stuff I'm gonna post on here is either stuff pulled from my own life or me rambling just to be rambling. You probably won't be able to tell the difference. But as soon as somebody comments with "His poor whittle heart" I'm going to track you down and I'm going to hurt you. True Story.

On a Side note, when I was typing this into my ipod touch note app, this looked book length.

Favorite Movie: 500 Days of Summer

Favorite Album: Passion Pit - Manners

Favorite Food: Little Debbie Honey Buns

Favorite Beverage: Orange Drank (What The Fuck is Juice?)

Favorite Shoes: Chuck Taylors

Favorite Book: Scott Pilgrim Series/Y: The Last Man Series

Favorite Drug of Choice: LIFE

Favorite Video Game: GTA IV

Favorite Girl who ruin my life but wasn't aware of it: The one who is not to be named/Red Haired Girl next to my Eng Comp 2 class

Favorite Crush: this goth broad who kinda looks like Bat For Lashes

Favorite Candy: twizzler

Favorite song of the year: Aminal Collective - My Girls (I didn't to much care for the album)

Favorite song as of right now: Toro Y Moi - Take The L to Eave

Favorite Girl who made me want to escape from her: you know who you are you psychopath

Favorite text conversation:

Me: What?

Stevo: Your like some hipster/hood nigga hybrid and I think you shouldve died at birth.
Me: roffle.

Favorite Quote:

Favorite Conversation Starter: "Birds just won't shut the fuck up in the morning"

Favorite Saying: Bajeeeeezus!!!!!!!

Favorite dumb thing done: I'd rather not say

Favorite music instrument that I have never played: ukulele

Favorite website:

Favorite website comment section: Gawker/Aint it Cool News

Favorite website to get depressed while being on it: http://www.tumblr.com/

Favorite Website I discovered two minutes ago: http://leloveimage.blogspot.com/

Favorite whatever: Eva Green

Favorite place to go in Memphis: that bench under the tree at East High facing the track overlooking the Central library

Favorite thing that has got me through some boring times: Ipod Touch (Particularly the note app, I can tap all day in that thing)

Favorite blogpost: The one where I went off on a Eva Green rant. (It was a Classic)

Favorite thing I found myself thinking about the most: Any particular woman at any particular time of the day

Favorite thing to really think about: Time Travel

Favorite shirt: that flannel I bought at PAC sun to take that broad to chillis *shivers*

Favorite quote that secretly saddens me on daily basis: "You have no Google Calender events schedule for today"

Favorite Joke of the year: Do You Like fish sticks?

Favorite thing that happened where I almost died: Spinning in circles on Sam Cooper when it was raining really hard.

Favorite thing I'm proud of: Making a girl continuously laugh where she haves to ask me to stop (This could be the case with guys too, but I don't give a shit about their funny bones)

Favorite thing that happened that I want to tell people about but I don't really feel like it: Two birds came though my window one morning in the spring and started hopping on me, I shooed them away, but it freaked me the fuck out so much that I don't tell people about it.

Favorite thing that I'm probably going to do on New Years Eve: Eat a shitload of little debbie honey buns, drink something that's at least 60% percent proof and up and watch 500 days of Summer in a continuous loop until I pass out.

Found on the Aint it Cool News Message Board

E.T. IS ABOUT A MENTALLY RETARDED ALIEN
by the Green Gargantua Oct 12th, 2009

Who missed the shortbus spaceship (full of the other mentally disabled extra-terrestrials while picking flowers (an activity usually safe for retarded ETs). The human child is capable of bonding with the ET due to his being retarded, otherwise the alien would have probably found himself very very bored with the kids bullshit. I just re-watched ET and this whole shortbus from space thing finally hit me. It is pretty clear and solves the many flaws in the film's logic. How would hyper intelligent creatures capable of traveling through the infinity of space forget someone? Because they are retarded. How does an ancient super intelligent alien get lured about by candy and talked into living in a closet? Because that alien was mentally retarded folks. I am convinced the spacecraft it's self was the caretaker of the group, and they probably all lived in the ship as a sort of care giving home. Go ahead and watch it again knowing this, it's fucking hilarious!!!!

aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaannnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnndddddddddddd would you look at that.




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