Monetize This!

I don't know what that title is really supposed to mean.


Currently listening to: "The End's Not Near" by Band of Horses, "Bent (Live)" by Matt Nathanson

Earlier's was not a good post. I knew the moment is was published I was just typing to be typing and there wasn't much of a point.

What the past four months have taught me: I have a crippling control problem. And I very, very rarely have control over anything. Especially when it comes to relationships. So, please tell, what's your problem? Seriously, I would like to know.

There's a Jolly Rancher on my desk. It's probably been there for about three years. It's cherry flavored; a flavor I have often tried to avoid. Many times, I find it unpleasant. But, now, I sit here, slouching in the stench of Tex-Mex cuisine, my shirt being one I wore under my uniform all day. I am very much compelled to eat said Jolly Rancher. As soon as I unwrap it I can tell this is a mistake. It takes like eggs more than cherries. Surprisingly stoic, I spit it out into a near by waste bin. I pick the crumbling remains out from the crevices of my teeth. It still tastes like eggs. I need to brush my teeth. Where the hell is my tooth brush? Why does this taste like eggs? They couldn't possibly put eggs in Jolly Ranchers. Isn't it just food dye, corn starch and sugar? Ha. Screw oxford commas. I'm not British. I wonder if we have soda upstairs. Remember that dialect test Mr. Hanlin gave us freshman year in AP World Geography? Was "soda" Northeastern or Southern? I hope it was Northeastern; I have an image to maintain. I'm so cool. I need to empty my trashcan. I hope that Jolly Rancher doesn't make my room smell like eggs. I return to my seat, filled with contempt for hard candy. Also, I am struck with a reminder of Ellen Page's performance in "Hard Candy." That movie was terrifying.

Why the hell does Matt Nathanson start singing "Such Great Heights" at the end of "Bent"? What the hell is that? I mean, part of me almost likes it, and part of me thinks he's a jag off.