Hell yeaH

"I won't be the one you like
I won't be the boy next door
I won't be the chosen one
That's not what I'm here for
I don't like the way you are
I despise what you hold dear
Don't you try to make me change
I'll haunt you for a thousand years"


Lemmy

Up your Renault....

20 years ago French automakers abandoned the U.S. market. Why this is relevant is still a mystery since I've seen allot of 20 year old Corvettes, Accords, Mustangs, hell I've seen more 20 year Lamborghini's on the road than *any* car produced by the and sold in the US by the French! Have you ever seen a Renault on the road? I haven't!! So who gives a shit?

Lex

New Elements

Had a great bunch of weeks! New friends Marie and Jen are fucking awesome and I’ve been hanging out at cool new places like Spitfire in Lakewood . Cool times brah… I’m actually really happy? I blame Marie and Jennifer! They’ve been the key elements in pulling me out of the pit I was in all year. They are totally heroes and I’d do anything for em!

Spitfire is a kick ass punk rock bar w live acts and beers galore. Fun place to just sit and people watch, Jen introduced me to it and now I’m getting cool with the bartenders and shit.

I also ate way too good this summer. Places like: Melt, Scooters in Mentor Oh, and the Rusty Bucket in Solon. I’m totally hitting the gym hard this fall and playing hockey. And snowboarding. And Halloweening, got my costume picked out (with nowhere to go).

I’ll figure it out!!

Lex

Matter can't be deduced.

Implosions​ are an impossibil​ity since matter can not be deduced in any fashion. Therefore the matter from a dead star (black hole) has to go somewhere.​ The idea of multiple universes is new but supports what I just said. The force of a supernova might be great enough to create a pin hole in the fabric of space thus funneling the matter into another dimension.​ This suggests the ideal theory -Big Bang- might be fraudulent​ or a misreprese​ntation, an explosion might have been present, but it was more of a funneling of matter into our universe via pin hole in another.

I think this says it all!

"I won't be the one you like
I won't be the boy next door
I won't be the chosen one
That's not what I'm here for
I don't like the way you are
I despise what you hold dear
Don't you try to make me change
I'll haunt you for a thousand years"


Lemmy

Muscle Car Madness.

I went to a RAD car show last weekend (photos on Facebook: LexWattz…), saw a 1971 Pontiac GTO Judge a 1973 Boss 302 convertible, and a few dozen other drool producing muscle machines. Many beautifully restored pieces of American engineering on display. It was the “manliest” activity I’ve participated in all year. Not saying girls can’t love muscle cars (the coolest ones do!), but the smell of carburetors burning gas and the sound of high powered V8’s roaring and rumbling is a manly thing. I felt like I was gonna bump into James Dean or Johnny Cash at this thing. Truly this was my scene, nothing sissified or sugar coated, it was Loud, Hot, Smoky, Dirty, and BOSS!! An event in-which the Hollister crowd was out of place instead of me, if ya catch my drift... Also seeing cars that deserve to be coated in flames and have awesome wheels was a nice change of pace. There were a few jokers, but they were smothered by the real deal.
Another reason to love these cars, aside from aesthetic beauty, is they were built for driving only. Not to survive crashes, help you find where you are going, assist you with parking, dial your phone, or even to be comfortable. Huge engine + breaks + tires + seats + frame = GO!
Keep your fads… Muscle Cars and Rock n Roll will never stop being cool!

I don't understand

I can usually snap out of a "depressed state" but haven't been able to this time. I feel empty and see no regeneration of my soul and heart in sight and I've felt like this since April. I get fleeting blips of warmth but they are swiftly quelled. The weather's nice and I have a bit of money, but I've just lost all my passion for everything. I derive no true joy from anything at this time and feel nothing for the situations and humans around me. I fear I've lost myself because I just feel dead inside. I trust I will find a way out of this but for now I'm just stuck.

Lex