I have grown into a bearded, bowtie wearing paint brush.

my have the times changed. I miss my old grey (or gray) car so much. It was so comfortable and old. I don't even know where my old NY hat went off too. It was stinky and worn out. Who knew 5 years later I'd been planning to move to New York City. You'd be surprised how many times the past catches up to you, or slightly hints at something about to happen in the future.

So clean cut huh? Me and Joe at Medieval Times. I used to shave all the time, and apparently wear nice dress shirts and tacky necklaces and bracelets as well. More pictures are at our old bands website:

http://www.geocities.com/aerialband/

this takes you back to about 9 years ago....you think I'm joking.....honestly...freshman year highschool. I must say, the times have sure changed.....but they are the best changes I have ever known.....okay To Kill A Mockingbird (I don't even know if it's from that, but it should be)

HUhuhuuhhu WHAT?!

Ummm say that one more time please? Excuse me? I was just told that I reminded someone of Van Hunt...........................do you even know who he is? I didn't, but then I looked him up.....ummmmm ................................. this is Van Hunt

now I'm sure it was just because of the hat and the chiseled features.....(joking) but seriously? Dude my hands aren't even that big......that's like saying "hey dude....you remind me of George Foreman..." why? because I have one of his grills? by the way the power chords on those......yeah.......a disaster waiting to happen....ours starting smoking once .......mainly because we chose to use it even though the chord was cut a little....I'm sure that had something to do with it......that and dirty counters. Anyway.....I just thought this was funny.

Down on Fascination Street.

You know how I can tell winter's almost coming......the beginning of chapped lips, and runny noses. I already have that sore spot below my nostril, you know....that small area that gets so annoyed with you blowing snot all over it, then rubbing over it with all those "hills and valley's" better known as tissue. Eccch.

Work is nothing right now. I don't even know how to describe this wonderdul experience at the library...insipid?

I don't even know what it is. When someone comes up to check out a book....I'm gonna say,"I don't even know what that is......what's checkout....is Ben Affleck in it?" Explosions in the sky please make it all better.

This girl working with me is a total blockhead. I'm sure she's nice right?....of course she's nice. (I wonder if she can see me writing this......although which brings me to my next point about why she's LA La LA La Lame!)

If you spend over 6 continuous hours looking at pictures of your own cleavage online......you're lame. (this is like that Jeff Foxworthy thing). You think I'm joking. I work with her every Thursday....except when my friend covers her shift. But seriously, stop looking up STA travel "Spring Break" packages for Cancun, and start writing sad bastard blog spots like me. Your boy toy probably doesn't care if you can get a deal for only 326!!!!!!!

wow, aggression over here......okay....she's doing it again....and this is a reason why I refuse to join facebook, or myspace or any of those services. This girl has like hundreds of pictures of her and her "girls" (which by the way....."my girls" is probably the actual title......"my skanks"..hahahah) basically wasted at the club showing off their flamboyant asses, and apish cleavages.

words I want to start using: Bobby, clod, dolt, lamebrain, loon, lout, oaf, and of course YOKEL. all synonyms for: Bobby....sounds English.....clod is great, almost classic.......Crumb used to say "clod" and "blockhead" all the time......just thought you'd like to know.

I am very fidgety today....I already read everything important on msn, could probably find a better news source, but I like the blue background to be honest.

So another new day, a new night, and a soon to come, new morning......I am going to start reading the dictionary and thesaurus on a once an every other day basis. New words, new ways to explain things.....new ways of communicating anything worth saying.....words can be useless at the same time.... mostly when you feel them talking inside your stomach, trying to get out. But once they float out past your teeth, they seem to instantly keel over and leave you twiddling your thumbs. Making any of the thoughts you felt squirming around seem like grade school is repeating itself all over and you're the last one to get picked for dodgeball.

so yes....words can be your best friend.....or they can come out weaker than a paper tiger.....beautiful ideas can just be that.......beautiful ideas....

Am i writing all this so I don't feel stupid watching this girl look at herself online? Honestly always works I suppose.

I'm a schnook for writing all this.

On the other hand.....let's cheer up....shall we?

Explosions in the sky, you may be the ones to blame for all of this. let me check to see what I'm listening to...Here's the problem!!!!

"remember me as a time of day".....this is it....no wonder this stuff is all sad bastard...why not just call the song "remember me as the lamppost that keeps the streets lit every night while you walk home to the man who will never love you like I do." HAHAHAHAHa.....hmmmmm that's a good song title.

If you've ever seen the movie "High Fidelity" try to remember when he's stacking up his records and he asks why so many young people are depressed, and concludes that maybe it's because of the countless records that talk about heart break and misery. Endless examples could be found with this theory. Today I listened to, although I always thoguht they were happy songs, two albums that were tributes to grief and heartache. Robert Smith......yeah you're my hero....yeah you have an awsome accent...and hair......but.....maybe you should stop dating.....or setting yourself up as a little birdy num num once told me not to do anymore. you should probably get some sun by the way.

The other album, Devotchka.....yeah it's happy...yeah it's awesome music....yeah it's got catchy hard to play rhythm's.....but behind all of that....are sounds that are reminiscent of cheating girlfriends and heartbreaks......the kind that while you're walking around trying to do your own thing....you still hear the resonant "heartbreak melody". Certain chords, especially with acoustic guitar can trigger that. That American western, eastern European (basically both continents) sounding guitar.....jeeeze Louise.

I get to ride my bike home again.....believe it or not it's the most peaceful part of the day, except when people are trying to hit you with their car. That part's no fun.

dictionary.com is so much fun.

I'm gonna be the next Harvey Pekar arn't I.....I knew it.

how come I don't own this movie?

Sure let's just almost hit me

Well dear readers.....I can't tell you how happy I am to be home.....after almost just being hit by a car going 30 miles an hour.

"How does this sort of nonsense happen to a safe biker like yourself" you ask?
Let me fill you in.

It's called not stopping at stop signs off side streets late at night. It's called, having no cars around you in either lane late at night. It's called not being seen even though seconds before I was waving my hand at them in order to hopefully be seen. It's also pronounced......fuggin' idiot driver not paying attention to anything.

No cars in sight, I am biking up a hill. Which means I am not going too fast....which also means I am constantly observing my surroundings even though it's almost midnight. (dude, I even use the hand signals when no cars are around....but I don't exactly think I do it right all the time)

So anyway, I'm going straight on this street, passing many many side streets, and one street ahead I see a car coming down the road, about to make a right hand turn onto the street I'm on. But nooooooo...someone can't stop....i'm gonna finish this in a second. I must eat.

My mind's framework is basically that of a child's Lincoln Log set.

Do you even believe the news? There's no school tomorrow. Do you know how long it's been since school has been (in my mind) cancelled? Years, months, many many days.....in fact, probably a MILLION have gone by since I've had a day where school is officially "cancelled".

Maybe I'm making a big deal about this......Maybe!..........It's not a big deal. Either way, I get to sleep in tomorrow, which mean when I wake up (around 2ish), I get to deposit my checks, buy some records, and possibly paint all night while ordering those pretty reds I've been wanting for, for so long. And by so long........I mean throughout the last week that I've been obsessed with em'.

Don't get me wrong though. The white ones are doing just fine.....but it's all about pulling the ol' switcher-oo every once and a while. How do we put this in context.....well.....let's take a gander....or a look.....(I'm gonna be an awesome art teacher).

Notice figure (1). Subject picks his nose for a whole month straight.
Figure (2). The nostrils end up getting agitated. The boy isn't gonna have a good time. This is the point where a break is mandatory and he must find some other activity to get him through the day.(figure 3) The boy changes his picking habits, and instead maybe searches for ear wax, or discovers treasures deep with the opening of his bellybutton. Either way.....he's gonna have a good time, and his nose will heal itself to it's normal previous picking condition.

Well, that basically is my reasoning on why I like to change up the ol' converse every so often. It should make some sense, but as usual....probably not. By the way......there's a plethora of whore at the library right now. It's amazing....It's like The Carni-val of Whoris came to the library all decked out in their black spandex pants and North Face fleeces. Which by the way, I'm sure spandex is warm and all, but you don't see me wearing a head to toe, spandex body suit in painting everyday.

I bet if they made "down comforter pants", these girls would wear them in a flash. hahahahah, everyone would be all itchy and sneezing, while feathers just fly all over the place when they walk.

Well, work is boring, this is what I do in order to pass time....just one more beautiful hour of this. I had an enjoyable day today. Did some shopping, skipped some class, ate another glorious meal. I could go on and talk about how amazing this month is gonna feel while doing Ramadan for the first time and all, but I won't be that kid who dorks out over it. Let's just say....South Beach Diet step aside, cause the "Holy Roller Fastathon" is what it's all about. hehehehehehe It's not a diet at all......it's an amazing tradition that I think only the strong willed can endure.....plus...it also helps you understand just what the inside of your stomach smells like when there isn't any food in it.

I'm joking, and I probably shouldn't be right?....blasphemy? I hope not, because I'm really grateful towards the people that have encouraged me to participate in this really humbling tradition. (phew) It is one of the five pillars you know. Yeah......I would know that. You know if I were in Sunday school for this I'd be the kid in the front row answering all the questions sitting up in my chair with perfect posture with hands folded in lap. (hahah swinging legs back and forth without them even touching the ground)

I wish I was little again.

If I were an inventor.......by Anthony Weech

I wish there were a way you could lick the inside of an empty chip bag........I mean all that grease is being put to waste..........don't cha' think?

psssst.....that last post was from the song "Hum Along" by Ludo.......

A Very Fullfilling Day

Well, I must say, it was one of those days. Everything went pretty smoothly, no hard pressures to deal with, nothing too annoying, except for the constant screeches in our painting classes, and that of Fagen's nails on the aluminum. But that was pretty much about it, I woke up to the sounds of a knocking, and to my surprise, those knockings carried a small package of delightful company along the ride from Kalamazoo to MSU. ( I can rhyme pretty well huh) There was something very strange about listening to Xiu Xiu while passing all the daily prostitutes and low life's. You think I'm exaggerating, but to be honest, everyday at least one prostitute yells out to me while I'm riding on my bike, "hey there cutie". I should be flattered, but something about Herpes and all that jazz just never seems convince me to stop peddling for a single second.

I can't complain though, it's somewhat enjoyable. Usually when I bike home late at night, I just picture myself biking home in the outskirts of some huge city (preferably New York). Why the outskirts of the city? Because I know I won't be able to afford living anywhere else. As long as I get there.

There's something nice about knowing you live in a shit part of town. Maybe that's why I choose to ride my bike everywhere instead of driving my "utility" means of transportation. Become part of the struggling instead of flaunting some type of higher status symbol without thinking twice about it. Doesn't help though that now I carry around a $260.00 piece of technology that could probably feed two poor families for half a month. But, it does suck when you're driving down the road in a somewhat decent car and you just see handfuls of people strung out while straggling up and down the streets.

Hey social worker Anthony.................quit it. All I'm saying I guess is why distant yourself so much from something when you sleep and eat around it everyday.

So ADD over here, where was I? Oh yes, how nice of a day it was today. Painting was enjoyable, riding my bike to class while listening to music was enjoyable, lunch was as always enjoyable, Fagen..............was well..........precious as always......and ugh yeah, work is..............actually work fuggin' sucks.........but I'm listening to my music right now and ignoring all the customers.

"No I may not help you Mr. So and So, you must first learn how to help yourself before anyone can help you......check out books."

Two new great albums that I must say are quite nice finds. TV on the Radio's (Return to Cookie Mountain) and Devotchka's (How It Ends). Holy Guacamole man, and of COURSE both mentioned by the goddess of music, because yeah....Maybe "Ms. fuggin' Texas show over here" really does do the astro??!!! Either way, because I don't even know what the astro is, great fucking albums my friend. The more I listen........more I end up liking. But I must say, this ipod makes me wish I was in a commercial for some reason.

I just listened to a Yeah Yeah Yeahs song.....a good one i might add....and I just pictured it being next month's Gap musical letdown. Thank god I don't have cable so I won't have to watch all those ridiculous commercials from The Gap and Old Navy. The winter commercials they do......it makes your eyes feel like their being rubbed with girtty sandpaper for a whole 40 seconds.

Quick ending........ready..........................go.

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Maybe you'd be kidnapped by pirates and they'd take you to their hideout, as pirates often do. But I'd find a secret map and I would vigilante bushwack through the jungles of Peru, just to save you, and I'd take you north to Mexico where you would tell me your life story on the steps of a Mayan temple, where we'd camp. Singing nonsense songs and twelve bars to the jaguars till you'd sense me, your eyes convincing and I would kiss you like a hero in the half light. Dryer sheets and peach shampoo, the smell of palm leaves, I'd sleep against you, untill the naitives found us, well, they would crown us king and queen and we could stay there spend our days there eating guava by the sea and I could understand your views and you could fall in love with me...

The Day Has Come...........because it would wouldn't it.

Yes my friends the day has come where I've sold my precious integrity to Apple Corp. I just recently purchased the 30g (or whatever it is) ipod..........black/with a personalized message on the back. Now I know some of you are thinking, "jesus Anthony, why would you do such a thing, you had such an awsome discman since sophmore year in highschool." Well..........all these cool cats in my painting class (which only means one basically) have mp3 players, and since I always wished I could put something else in my back pocket besides my wallet.........what better investment than a fucking.........corporate marketing scheme......the ipod.

You want to know the best part. I got an email today from Apple. Something about new and exciting colors offered for a limited time. So what do I say to myself............."I LIKE NEW EXCITING COLORS!!!!!!! SURE APPLE......SIGN ME UP!"

And what new and exciting color did I order my ipod in? Black.................I didn't even get the hot pink one, or the ugly ass blue and moldy honeydue mellon color.

Fuggin' a man. Why do I get sucked into these things. I mean I just bought a camera today on top of spending 260 bucks on some mp3 player.....so in a grand total, I spend over 400 dollars today...........because I would.

but I think some action I made today makes this whole iPod business worth it all. You know how you can get it personalized? Yeah.........................mine reads

birdy num num

uh.............lies!

pretty much just like that. So.......at least I put some kind of cool touch towards the holy roller mp3 player coming my way within 5 days. sigh.........and that's pretty much what I did after hitting the "complete transaction (and sign your soul)" button.

one big sigh.

o well, at least I can now listen to good music, and eventually get sick of good music all within a weeks worth of headphone listening.

Sorry for not updating my blog. Things have been well..........kinda............(pulling shirt collar out towards left side) "eeeeeeeeeeee." Although!!!!!!!!!!!! I was fortunate enough to see the Kings O' fuggin' Leon for the first time. And let me tell you, you think heroine is addicting......they fuggin' make their radio singles look like Mozart's Requiem is a pile of . And that is pretty much what Kings of Leon are.......works of brillantly well groomed...........art. It's like looking at a painting while at the same time drowning inside a pool of eigth notes, drum roles, AH-mazing guitar solos, and screams that make you want to wet the bed. Either kind of wetting the bed, but if you pissed the bed while listening to Kings of Leon, you'd be like........."oh hell yeah! I just pissed on the sheets without even knowing it (while jumping up and giving an imaginary high five to anyone you think you would want to high five you at that certain time).

The best part about it, is that....................we drove all the fuggin' way to DAYTON...............OHIO.....to see this magnificent band. And if you think both of those names sound redneck, say them together. Let me tell you though, this place is full of fuggin' acid rain fearing rednecks who love to put their fists in the air in hopes of someone "rocking" it back at them like they're long lost bros.

I didn't quite know what to expect with the Kings of Leon. I mean......I always enjoyed their music....within the walls of my room and car stereo....and I never thoguht I'd see them live.

See it's so hard to write about it, because while i'm writing, all I see in my mind are neck fulls of gold crosses and dream catchers, pants that make veins pop, hair styles that make you loose all hope in ever getting a decent haircut, and music that seriously just makes you want to just run off to Vegas and get married....anything to support the redneck dreams.

My friend has shown me the light....and Peter Steller is standing in the doorway.

ummmm yeah, I think this is about the best movie I've seen in a long time. You would watch this as kid................fuggin' birdy num num on the intercom man...........

"hello dog what do you want.....what do you want egh? You like my feet do you? Away you go.......The dog is considered a delicacy among certain animals you know? In fact there are certain man eating animals that, will eat only the feet and leave everything else, and don't touch one other thing..........get away.......get away dog.

I can stop lying
I can stop punching my own face
I can stop stealing money
I can stop hating my own heart

I can do it
Because of you

I can stop scratching up my cheeks
I can stop drinking so much
I can stop wanting to kill myself
I can stop wanting your perfect heart

I can do it
Because of you

I can start listening
I can say Hi
I can feel something good
Little panda McElroy