Game Over: Part III

And I should add that the game really isn't over. Maybe I'll retire for a bit to gather myself together again, but there is some good advice in this song by Carrie Underwood.

Whatcha gonna do when the show is over?
Whatcha gonna sing when the song ends, yeah?
How you gonna cope when there is no closure?
Where you gonna reach when the goal gets higher?
How you gonna make it through when you think you lost your chance?

Chorus: Play on when you're losing the game
Play on 'cause you're gonna make mistakes
It's always worth the sacrifice
Even when you think you're wrong
So play on, play on

Even when the floodgates swing wide open
Never let current take you down, no
Even when you're not sure where you're going
Swimming through a mess and you can't get out
Just going through the motions and trying not to drown

Chorus

Even through a storm on the darkest night
Don't you ever give up the fight
Even when you feel you're all alone
Play on, play on

Chorus

Anyway, so the game isn't really over.

Game Over: part II

Here is a section from Pirates of the Carribean: Dead Man's Chest that I found particularly interesting today. I've turned it into a a short-short play.

Vexation

Tia Dalma: You know of Davy Jones, yes? A man of the sea. . .until he ran afoul of that which vex all men.
Will: What vexes all men?
Tia Dalma: What indeed?
Gibbs: The sea?
Bald Pirate: Sums?
Wood-eyed Pirate: The dichotomy of good and evil?

Jack: A woman.

The End (and amen).


Of course there is more to the story. According to the movie a woman broke his heart, so Davy Jones cut it out and stuck it in a box.

There comes a point in every human life, or so I imagine, when that doesn't sound like such a bad idea; the idea of being able to separate oneself from the vulnerability of emotion (not so much the cutting out of the heart)...but I'm just being dramatic right now.

I've been spending the last couple weeks wallowing in despair, and I'm sorry that you've encountered it, even in a highly diluted form on my blog. I think I'll be somewhat back to normal in a day or two. Thanks for everybody who's been willing to listen to me blather on about what has been vexing me (same as what vexes all men).

Game Over

Lyrics from a song that are hitting the spot right now.


Lyrics | Silversun Pickups lyrics - Rusted Wheel lyrics

Erm, yes, this means that I lose.

And here is another song that also hits the spot while also being ironically appropriate.



Lyrics | Carrie Underwood Lyrics | Undo It Lyrics

A little Soul Searching (We'd be Sweating in the Zombie Apocalypse)

I've been nagging myself lately to write a new blog post, but I've really had no inspiration. I suppose, just for the sake of writing something, anything, that I'll ramble on about this latest exciting semester of life at BYU.

Yes, I'm going to bore you. But that is OK, just as long as you (my loyal and dedicated readers) understand that I am still quite alive.

Which really could be debated. . . being alive has a connotation of vibrancy and energy that goes beyond a beating heart and an intake of breath. And I, especially after the debacle of BYU's showing in the Las Vegas Bowl, and that heartrending loss by the basketball team yesterday, have not been feeling that extra oomph. I must be a zombie. Hopefully I look a little healthier than. . .
Rob Zombie.

Honestly though, I think I've just been a little bogged down in the tediousness of college life. Though, that might be a little misleading because I actually enjoy learning and the many other opportunities that college offers. I guess I'm really a little frustrated right now by: living in a dungeon, roommates that can't seem to clean up after themselves, University of Utah fans, tests, and the like.

Relocation would seem like a good option, but I doubt I could find a place that offers me a private room, sufficient space to store my years of accumulated bachelor wealth (junk), wireless Internet, and a bomb shelter for $240 (or less) a month.

Still, change is good and that's not what I've seen enough of in the last couple years. I need something drastic. The Zombie Apocalypse would do nicely.

Luckily the semester is over and my family has come to visit from Alaska. I think this will provide enough of a change of scenery that I will be ready for the upcoming semester. . . though I doubt my house is going to be any cleaner. Also, BYU football is over for the year, now there will only be hope for a beautiful next season, instead of terrible frustration.

Back to the zombie apocalypse. I'm sure I'm not alone in my desire for the excitement and terror that it would offer. People in our society have an inherent desire to live a life that is more fulfilling than what the 21st century offers. People are bored and depressed. The only remedy for that is a day of good, hard physical labor. Most people can't come home at the end of the day from an office job and feel relaxed, content. . . happy. Secretly, inside, we want to go back to simpler times. Times of kill or be killed.

Hmmm, that's another thing I've been missing lately. Physical energy expenditure. I've been doling out mental energy like a self sustaining nuclear fusion reaction. But I can't think of the last time that I worked myself into a good sweat. I need to go spend a couple hours shooting hoops. Maybe I can do that tomorrow.

Sweat is important. And I have not been doing it.