key lime pie and strawberry cheesecake ice cream in the same cup, yo.

it's spring and summer feels so near, i can taste it. the days have become increasingly brighter, indicative of the definite annihilation of any remnant of the winter season, including my annual pubescent depresssion. i love it. if only you all knew the symbol of green grass, how it's presence both electrifies my soul and gives my body allergies. it's a beautiful thing.

it's funny though, as nice as it gets outside during the afternoon, i still manage to sleep through most of it.

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p.s. rest in peace, seth's grandpa.

i helped mom take dad to the hospital. he's got some sort of ailment that ends with the "itis" suffix, but we think he's going to be okay.

sometimes i forget that my parents aren't immortal, and someday they won't be here to protect me from this cruel and harsh world, nor be here to be my cruel and harsh world. honestly, when i look at my mom and dad, i don't see aging human bodies, i see the vitality of my caretakers of when they were in their early thirties; indeed, my earliest recollection of them is what i see now, unlike how the rest of the world sees them.

i think there comes a point in a lot of people's lives where their parents are unable to take care of them any longer, and a role reversal takes place where the children have to start taking care of the parents in their old age. i hope i can squeeze a good amount of years before my reality switches from the former to the latter, because really, i'm just a big baby. but i ain't a baby who's going to stick his moms and pops in a retirement home, not if i have the resources to provide otherwise.

oh yes, this week's episode of the o.c. had some neat little plot twists. you could tell they were building up to the next show, which is the season finale. i hear jem is going to guest star and do a cover of a paul mccartney song on that episode. kids, it's going to be radical.

and i fucking hate it when motherfuckers on soulseek cancel my downloads, especially when i'm more than half-way done downloading an album. where's the humanity?

beautiful.

she has arachnophobia and my hands are spiders.

music makes the world go 'round, seriously. it's perhaps the most accessible and beautiful form of escape i have right now. i haven't seen a movie in ages, but i have been listening to a lot of music lately. it puts a harness on my mood and rides it like a wild buck.

you know how they say some people like to hear themselves talk? i guess i'm one of those people who like to see themselves write. it's narcissistic, i'm sure, but it's a vice i can live with.

damn it feels good to be a gangsta, but damn it feels unfathomable to be a teenager!

today, while signing a thank-you card for archbishop thomas, i coined the term "bish," which is short for bishop. i'm considering submitting it to urbandictionary.com, because i know this shit will spread like wildfire, son!

man, yous a bish!

for all you confirmande out there, or anyone who is going to speak to a bishop anytime soon, make sure to holla-holla-holla at your tall-hat-having friend with this new expression. it's hip. word is bond, god!

what realization did joseph have today?

(a) being catholic is awfully time consuming. (b) it would be cool if i knew how to play slide guitar. (c) i need to gain weight, but my metabolism is working in its prime. (d) i'm not the constantly downbeat, pseudo-depressed faggot i was a month ago, though my human nature will always subconsciously pursue greater happiness, no matter what. why feel like a million bucks when i could feel like two? (e) all of the above.

yo, i can kick a crackin' uptown saturday night under the scrutiny of the hidden moonlight, all within the confines of my sardine can of a bedroom. ain't nothin' got to be massive, just you on the telephone line, not only keepin' me company, but keepin' me real. and when you, my only guest, leaves, my one-man show stage dives into divergent solos and songs being learned as you hear them, and then i realize it is 3:30 in the morning and the night was over when you were gone.