"It's here that the American dream decided it liked the taste of the vomit it was choking on."
I just discovered the other night that some of the comics that I have a morbid fascination with were written by Warren Ellis. I think I may have to check out more of his stuff.
I was able to read Babbitt by Sinclair Lewis and now I'm starting on The Fortress of Solitude by Jonathon Lethem. I wanted to read Lewis's Main Street since it's supposed to be a satirical take on the midwest, and the college the protagonist attends is supposedly an amalgamation of St. Kate's and my college, Augsburg. I also wanted to read Rules of Attraction by Brett Easton Ellis, but of course my local library carried neither. bastards.
I feel like I'm in a perpetual state of waiting.
I know I've talked about this before, but a partner-in-crime sure would be the tops. It would really be nice to have someone to hang out with and have some good stupid fun, whether that person be male or female. So yeah, any reliable people within a 30-minute driving distance willing to have stupid fun? and, dare I say it, go clothes shopping?
A few nights ago I got together with my old bestfriend, Brian. We drove around, picked up his girlfriend, went out to eat, caught up with what we've been doing, reminisced about the good old days.
It was fun, but he has, in no way, partner-in-crime potential. We have some fundamental differences that would never allow us to be as close as we once were, and even then there was an inequity of power. I know I keep comparing myself to this person, but in all sincerity, I was the Milhouse Van Houten to Brian's Bart Simpson. I was the Paul Pfieffer to the Wonder Years' Kevin Arnold. I was the Skeeter Valentine to the Doug Funnie.
but shit. Brian and I had some good times. most notably when I would sleep over:
*when we spent the night under his half-pipe, listening to NIN and going through our pyro phase.
*when we spent the night in the closet under the stairs, listening to Marilyn Manson, drawing on the walls, having my first taste of straight vodka from a plastic baggy.
*when we climbed to the roof of the school one night and snuck into the construction site on the football field, then ran back to his place where we stripped down to our boxers because we were so hot and then e-mailing someone.
The great times I spent sleeping over at his place are innumerable and ineffable. And they're memories I'll always cherish.
Whitney is supposed to be having her 26th Birthday party on Saturday, which is something I've actually been looking forward to for awhile now. I don't know how much I dig her friends, but she's pretty cool and it'll be something to do. The only other person I would probably know who'd be there is Hannah, but I think she's in Montana. I try not to hold expectations to anything, or anyone, anymore but I hope this turns out to be a good time, if it happens at all. At the very least there's a comic book convention that same day. so. uh. whoopeeeee.
I just discovered the other night that some of the comics that I have a morbid fascination with were written by Warren Ellis. I think I may have to check out more of his stuff.
I was able to read Babbitt by Sinclair Lewis and now I'm starting on The Fortress of Solitude by Jonathon Lethem. I wanted to read Lewis's Main Street since it's supposed to be a satirical take on the midwest, and the college the protagonist attends is supposedly an amalgamation of St. Kate's and my college, Augsburg. I also wanted to read Rules of Attraction by Brett Easton Ellis, but of course my local library carried neither. bastards.
I feel like I'm in a perpetual state of waiting.
I know I've talked about this before, but a partner-in-crime sure would be the tops. It would really be nice to have someone to hang out with and have some good stupid fun, whether that person be male or female. So yeah, any reliable people within a 30-minute driving distance willing to have stupid fun? and, dare I say it, go clothes shopping?
A few nights ago I got together with my old bestfriend, Brian. We drove around, picked up his girlfriend, went out to eat, caught up with what we've been doing, reminisced about the good old days.
It was fun, but he has, in no way, partner-in-crime potential. We have some fundamental differences that would never allow us to be as close as we once were, and even then there was an inequity of power. I know I keep comparing myself to this person, but in all sincerity, I was the Milhouse Van Houten to Brian's Bart Simpson. I was the Paul Pfieffer to the Wonder Years' Kevin Arnold. I was the Skeeter Valentine to the Doug Funnie.
but shit. Brian and I had some good times. most notably when I would sleep over:
*when we spent the night under his half-pipe, listening to NIN and going through our pyro phase.
*when we spent the night in the closet under the stairs, listening to Marilyn Manson, drawing on the walls, having my first taste of straight vodka from a plastic baggy.
*when we climbed to the roof of the school one night and snuck into the construction site on the football field, then ran back to his place where we stripped down to our boxers because we were so hot and then e-mailing someone.
The great times I spent sleeping over at his place are innumerable and ineffable. And they're memories I'll always cherish.
Whitney is supposed to be having her 26th Birthday party on Saturday, which is something I've actually been looking forward to for awhile now. I don't know how much I dig her friends, but she's pretty cool and it'll be something to do. The only other person I would probably know who'd be there is Hannah, but I think she's in Montana. I try not to hold expectations to anything, or anyone, anymore but I hope this turns out to be a good time, if it happens at all. At the very least there's a comic book convention that same day. so. uh. whoopeeeee.
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however, i did have a lot of pre-teen/early teen sleep overs at my cousins for a month every summer.. shooting hoops, playing pool and arcades all day, sleeping a lot, watching loads of porn, late night movies, and the food.. oh so much food...
yea, good times