the_monster

sometime i even surprise/confuse myself. the one thing i always wanted in life was to be happy with myself. i always figured the way to do that is to understand yourself. i no longer believe this is true. because lately, for the first time in my life i am truly happy with myself. and yet, at the same time i feel the furthest i've ever come from understanding myself. i don't care though. if i'm ever able to understand myself it means i've stopped growing, that i've reached an definite point. everyday i change, everyday i learn more about myself.

today i went to rock and shock. it was alright, not as awesome as i had hoped but still fun. i met bill mosely, sid haig, the guy who played abe sapian, and malcolm mcdowell. but the best part was something i was not expecting. one of the vendors was a guy selling mounted butterflies and beetles. i was captivated by some of the butterflies, how huge they were, the shapes of their wings, and the colors. now i'm not talking butterflies like the "cute" things you see around here. i'm talking ones with bodies the size of your pinky and a wing span the size of your hand. i actually ended up buying three. they're hanging on my wall right now. further motivating me to get on my ass about getting my own place. 'cause when i do my walls will be covered with stuff like this and all weird kinds of taxidermy.

i suppose that is all for now.