Agnoiologist

I just designed this website for my friend Jason: Kahala Kitchens.

Actual exchange with the cashier at Michael’s:

Cashier: “Why are you dressed up all snazzy? Do you have a hot date or something?”

Me: “No, I always look this good.”

I’m ridiculous. I don’t know how I say these things with a straight face.

Real rule: Take off your tie before eating. I don’t care where you are or who you are with. Even with a tie clip, life is too dangerous.

And another thing: Buy more ties from the thrift store. These should be used on wild nights out. Also, it would be good to have more ties anyway.

A fake rule: Our most brilliant moves are never planned. They are half luck and half subconscious maneuvering. However, a story must always be invented in which you consciously planned this from the beginning, foreseeing everything before anyone ever caught on. If it’s brilliant enough, even if you insist it’s luck, no one will ever believe it, not even yourself.

I’m not dressed to impress. I’m currently at home, doing nothing, and wearing a ratty old hoody. Feels good to not care about anyone else for a while.

I can be calm when I need to be. I had a dream last night where things seemed to fall apart. I was lost. When I found out where the nearest train station was, I become frustrated by the fact that I’d have to walk several miles, but I could do it. I stayed calm. I began looking for my suit jacket, and when I couldn’t find it, I suddenly whined that this was the worst day ever.

Ever since I started work, I stopped meditating. I no longer had time for this morning ritual; the change in lifestyle also changed this habit. I think I’m starting to lose some of my ability to control my emotions. I need to set aside other times to meditate.

Since when did I turn into a twenty-something who’s out every weekend?

I made a facebook event for my birthday party. I’m also calling people, giving them personal invites. People have remarked that this kind of personal invite doesn’t happen much; some seem surprised, even. Thinking back through my recent personal experience, it does seem like most invites come through facebook. I’m a bit surprised at how rare this has become. Not sure if this just applies to us young folk.

It feels like a genius idea because I feel like it’ll net me more attendees. We’ll see.

I’m almost 23. I don’t like this getting older thing, but at least I can take solace in the fact that I am still ridiculously immature.

Dear Shawn,

When are you buying new socks?

As always,
Shawn

Dear Shawn,

I dunno, maybe this weekend.

As always,
Shawn

Dear Shawn,

What do you mean you don’t know? This sock situation is getting ridiculous. Also, you need a haircut.

As always,
Shawn