A Word A Day Keeps the Dr. Away: hill of beans

12/24/11

hill of beans

hill of beans: according to urabandictionary.com, this term is U.S. Marine jargon comparative for something worthless

You know what, sometimes you break your ankle and lose the very love of your life and realize you hate your job and where you live, and then BAM! your dearest friend Nick comes to visit and reminds you that depression sucks balls, but life amounts to more than just a hill of beans. So I dedicate this song to Nick.

Our time together was too short, as always, but I'll always remmember how we we ate delicious co-op sandwiches and hung out with Anthony. They cooked noodles, I ate them, they played pool, I got frustrated (I really susper suck at pool and am a poor sport about it), they argued, I didn't help. Ha! And of course, there was this...

fun with lighter fluid, burning anarchy! Not illegal, no, nope. Perfectly safe.

Not really sure what's going on here, something to do with watching Nacho Libre, maybe.

Anyway, so this was really the cherry on top, I also got a new job and am cleared to skate come Feb, and found a new place to live! So, suck it depression. Check and mate. I win this round.

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Eat My Words

I was once prescribed to keep a journal. I was told, write anything down- mundane occurrences, incoherent thoughts, complete nonsense- ramble on and on if I must. I did such and quickly found "what a power there is in words; later for those who hear them, but first for the one who finds them; a healing power, a solution, like the breaking of a barrier" [ayn rand]. I learned that "it helps to write it down even if you then cross it out" [nada surf]. I mean, think about it...most great authors wrote from a place of pain, their words laden with suffering, but through this inked art form I would like to think that a shred of health and sanity was salvaged just by sharing their words. and to that I dedicate this blog.