At Least Schizophrenics Aren't Lonely

One thing that I have really enjoyed about getting off sleep-aids is all of the reading I have been able to get done! Two weeks ago I had four books on my nightstand (since I don't actually have a nightstand, they rest on my keyboard at the foot of my bed). Today, I have one book and that's not counting D&C which is a sleep-aid in and of itself. So, scratch Preparation Precedes Power, Eats, Shoots and Leaves, and The Best American Short Stories 2005 off my to read list. Right now I'm working on Flash Fiction Forward. It is fantastic. First off, check out this wicked cool cover.
Anyway, last night I read a few stories before I finally fell asleep. One of them was a story called "The Voices in My Head" by Jack Handey. You know, Jack Handey the guy who did Deep Thoughts on SNL? Anyway, it's a clever story that talks about the voices in our heads that get us to do things. It sounds ludicrous at first. I mean, come on. Is this guy really trying to tell us that we are all schizophrenics? But, read it and look into it a bit more. Don't we have those voices in our heads that tell us that we need to get our umbrella because it might rain even though the forecast says we're still in a three year drought? There are a few lines in it that I'd like to quote that I feel have some poignant application to my own life.

"Even worse, sometimes the voices themselves don't know what they want. They'll tell me to go up and talk to a pretty woman, then they'll say, 'No, wait, she's too pretty for you,' then they'll say, 'Oh, go ahead'... (Man, make up your mind!)"

I bet every guy has had that voice go through his head.

Or maybe I'm every guy

See ya later hot potater,
Tom

You can forget all your troubles, forget all your worries and go...

Last weekend was a bust. I tried really hard to get out of my dorm, but come Saturday night, I still had nothing to show for my weekend. So I gave up trying to get people together and got my camera and headed to down town Provo in search of an adventure.
My initial idea was that I was going to see if Provo had any cool alleyways. I mean, if you're going to find an adventure, you're bound to find one in an alleyway right? I know what you're thinking--I wasn't looking for that kind of adventure. But the problem with Provo is that all of their alleyways are clean. I'm talking about hedges, lights, and concrete paths. How am I supposed to find something cool with everything so clean? I mean, there aren't even any good rubbish piles that someone could have dumped a dead body! This was probably the most dubious alleyway I found.


Okay, so plan A didn't work out so well. No problem. I just kept walking. I figured that I'm still bound to find something interesting. I pass the courthouse where a bunch of kids who must have just gotten back from prom were hanging out. This struck me as odd. I mean, why would they just get out of their limo and sit down on the well lighted steps of the Provo courthouse? What ever happened to finding a dark alleyway to make out in? Oh, right, there aren't any dark alleyways in Provo. But seriously, a courthouse?
Once I got to the end of downtown, I double backed and walked into the Muse Cafe. This is the Muse Cafe.


I sat here for a few minutes looking at all of the pictures I'd taken of my escapade while sipping a really good cup of hot chocolate. This is a pretty cool picture. I liked it anyway.


I got another one and went outside and gave it to a hobo who was sitting in front of what I believe is the only non-LDS church in Provo. He is a nice guy, his name is Pat Guster. He honestly looked just like Willy Nelson. He says that he was sitting on the church steps so he could get a really good seat tomorrow.
After that, I kept on my way back to BYU. I stopped by this Chinese food place that sold me the stuff they were about to throw out for the day for 3 bucks. I should have taken that hint, but I was hungry. Actually, now that I think about it, there were a lot of hints. For instance, when I asked what was good there the guy said, "Well, the orange chicken is pretty good." "Pretty good?" That's where I should have just said no thank you. All of the food tasted the same though, but it did not sit well with me.

Provo must have been founded before fun was invented

Hugs and Kisses,
Tom

New Blog Post Coming Soon

Well, I started a blog tonight, but I haven't really had time to proof it or even see if I like it. Keep posted. Until then, watch this music video. It's pretty mad cool.



-Tom

Girls Ruin All My Favorite Things

Girls ruin all my favorite things. Okay, maybe not my favorite things, and maybe not all of them, but every girl I have ever really liked has some memory attached to her. Most of my memories have some sort of memento tagged to them. These mementos can be anything that I loved at the time: a song, t-shirt, movie, or even a smell. Whenever I hear that song or smell that smell my mind usually wanders to the memory that I most associate with the memento, and the memory has a tendency of making my toes curl. I know that it isn't any fault of the individual girl. I'm just sick of my favorite things being ruined.
The earliest example I can think of would have to be Extra Chewing Gum. My first girlfriend was chewing that the first time I ever kissed her. Now, I can't even see an Extra wrapper without thinking about her, and when I think about her I start thinking about all the things that I couldn't stand about her. For example, she would dance to ring tones. I know, it isn't a big deal. Who doesn't occasionally dance to a good ring tone? But she danced to every ring tone. It didn't even matter what was playing: elevator music, mexican hat dance, whatever. It drove me nuts!
Okay, next thing that was ruined by a girl. My favorite t-shirt. I bought one t-shirt off of threadless.com. Everyone who pays any attention to what I wear knows that I love threadless. I know, not a whole lot of people pay attention to what I wear.
Except this guy.

And this guy.

Anyway, it was my favorite t-shirt until I stopped liking this one girl. After that, I couldn't get the smell of her perfume out of my shirt. Everyone else couldn't smell it. It was just me. It bugged me so much that I had to throw it away.

So this was a bit of a ramble.

I guess what I'm trying to say is this. Girls, stop ruining things for me.

But don't stop dating me.

Tom Clyde

This was the T-shirt. Isn't it awesome?

the things he had saved to write

Well, here it is. My first blog post. I'll admit right now, there is nothing special about it. If anyone is curious, I just got super jealous when I saw that Julie had a blog and I didn't. But hey, I like writing and I love attention, so I should like having a blog. Plus, I consider myself an amateur writer, and I would like to get some experience and some feedback about me and what I'm writing about. I also haven't been writing too much for school this semester, and I haven't thought of anything good to write about for my personal creative writing so I figured this is a good way to keep my skills sharp.
Anyway, I hope you stick around and maybe find what I have to say at least slightly interesting.

Tom Clyde