I never remember to write my reminders.and they neverwork anyway.

My goddamned achille's heel is probably cheap whiskey. There are reasons why you're not supposed to be able to drink it straight without choking. There are even better reasons why your body's natural reaction is to immediately purge itself of things that smell like that.
All the ugliness and insanity will manifest itself in the form of 3am tuna melt sandwiches and words you will never quite remember but know you wish you could take back.
I've convinced myself on several occasions that I'm some kind of robot, some crudely designed and cold, wooden humanesque machine that only comes to life after rounds of drinking.
People believe crazier things.

I write words when I feel I'm turning a new leaf or learning something moderately valuable from life. Like every other time prior I have now forgotten anything worth not forgetting about all things I've forgotten about what happens when I forget to DONT.

I'm going on a braincation far from wellwishers(in that I don't wish you any specific harm) and freebeers.

I finally feel like painting again.

over and out, stay in school and brush yo goddam teef

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Wisdom and humor all rolled into one, I couldn't start my day any other way.

I'm glad February is dead and gone, even that extra day was too much. Too much fun, for sure. I'm just happy that I don't remember a whole lot of it and it won't be back for a whole year.

I'm now relocated in St Paul, Minnesota. I sleep next to train tracks, which has been a nice transition from living near the hospital. I like the clicks and hums of freight trains so much more than the buzzing of life-flights at all hours of the night.

There's so much happening here, so many people with so much to do. Culture shock and whatnot. I hope to grow more comfortable with the transportation system, enough to be able to make it to and from all the music and art things going on around here.

Yesterday I got a job making pizzas and sandwiches or something, to celebrate I drank beer from a box with animals all over it. I went to some huge house party with really slow, sludgy death metal type bands playing in the basement. I'm not sure what happened, exactly, but now I don't have glasses. So driving is going to suck twice as bad.
Fuck, driving sucks. I hit a parked car the other day.

I've been drawing a lot lately, and playing a lot of music but I haven't really felt like painting a lot. I just need to decompress, or compress, whateva. Paychecks and a bed would be cool "how do girls your age feel about futons?" ha, I think my hangover pills are kicking in.

Listen to my roommate's bands [link]
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And look what my brain stepped in:

When you don't have any other things to do.

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And this is probably the coolest idea since Turn Around Norman [link]

My head feels like it weighs 20 pounds and I can't breathe enough to even squeeze a decent sneeze out mah nares.
And I'm supposed to go in and cook weird chunks of all kinds of weird animals and lay them nicely on plates for people to eat with their people teeth.

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Thats what I'd look like if I were president.

Also, I'm going to be without a connection to this crazy world of information I've invested so heavily in, I think I'm moving up north to get real jobs, real friends, listen to real music, paint real pictures, drink real liquor and hopefully never go to real jail. If you'd like to stay in touch, even a little bit, talk to me on Facebook.com, my name is Ty Schomaker, and I'm an information addict.

These are things I'm watching all the time:

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I bought one of these [link] and I got my first speeding ticket so I'm extremely broke. I still plan on moving soon, but not soon enough.

Scenery changes are almost always inspiring, I want to watch TV in a different time zone, I'm sick of hoagies, I want a grinder.

I keep having weird semi-lucid dreams. They're dreams with set.. goals, plots maybe even. Its the dream within a dream thing that really bothers me. Omnipotence isn't worth much when you're stuck in a five minute loop of some mundane task.
Sometimes I love waking up.

I love watching dogs dream, I wonder what they think about.

This optimism makes make fingers ache sometimes.

I'm getting the point in life where I should probably make a few decisions. I have semi-serious options on the table when it comes to art, music and food.

I shortlisted(wtf?) for this band [link] because their bass player can't tour with them. I'm actually pretty excited about that, its been so long since I've done anything serious with other musicians, I've mostly just been incubating my art and music in this trailer.

I love getting books in the mail. I bought a few Tom Robbins books and another copy of Rational Mysticism, which is a great introduction into, well, your brain. And while I'm on that whole subject; watch this: [link] I was a little surprised to hear that from Joe Rogan, but it really kind of sums up the whole experience.

I have to decide where and when I'm moving out of this crazy, drunken trailer. Its like living in a bar, there's bald midgets and kids with mullets putting their grubby hands all over my guitars and computer. I kind of like kids though, some how. They always want to do fun stuff and aren't held back by the apathy and bitterness that comes with growing up.

I'm not really a political person at all, my whole life I've felt that all politicians are essentially liars and crooks, and I feel the same way about all of the candidates these days. Honesty and integrity can only take you so far.
Anyway, I'm now a member of the Republican party, so thats pretty funny. All I really have to say is that when I read the news about elections in Pakistan, Georgia and Kenya I get scared. The world just seems to be getting more and more intense. I wish everyone in the world would just take a day off, stop bombing and shooting and maybe just sleep in, watch some disgusting trash tv and just laugh about life for a day. Not killing people for a day shouldn't be such an unrealistic thing to ask for, but oh well.
Damn, I get distracted easily.
What I'm saying is go out and caucus, you can register the night of it all. I recommend caucusing for a candidate that isn't all about killing people and maybe wants to go back to the how the government used to, a lot less of it.

But what the fuck do I know? I change my mind on a daily basis.

Hey! Look at this stuff: