I knew I shouldn't have slept in yesterday or tried to go to sleep early last night. Now I'm up at 6am. I guess that's not to bad considering it's only a 10 HOUR DIFFERENCE FROM YESTERDAY! I'm so twisted I don't even know my own name, but I better start trying to remember because its going to be a very, very, very long day. Going back to sleep is not an option. Time to break out the caffeinated beverages and batten down the hatches "I believe there's a storm a' brewin', Nine crows at nine o'clock nigh"
It seems like lately I've been growing tired of my own voice. I'm not sure if it's the shit that comes out of my mouth or the sound itself, but it's waning. Has anyone ever tried to see how long they could go without talking? Is it possible to connect with another person without speaking to them? I guess that's why art can be so beautiful. It expresses the inexpressible. Wow, that was deep. I should just quit while I'm ahead, just stop trying to communicate all together, maybe box myself up in a shed like Kaczynski.
I watched Waking Life last night. Really made me think about my attitude towards life. The two different sides to confronting ones own existence. I never knew it was possible to feel excited and hopeful about my future, while feeling deeply depressed and sad at the same time. I don't want to be an ant.
Note to self
Read:
Invisible Monsters by Chuck Palahnuik
Flow my Tears, the Policeman Said by Philip K. Dick
Buy:
Kids in the Hall: Brain Candy
It seems like lately I've been growing tired of my own voice. I'm not sure if it's the shit that comes out of my mouth or the sound itself, but it's waning. Has anyone ever tried to see how long they could go without talking? Is it possible to connect with another person without speaking to them? I guess that's why art can be so beautiful. It expresses the inexpressible. Wow, that was deep. I should just quit while I'm ahead, just stop trying to communicate all together, maybe box myself up in a shed like Kaczynski.
I watched Waking Life last night. Really made me think about my attitude towards life. The two different sides to confronting ones own existence. I never knew it was possible to feel excited and hopeful about my future, while feeling deeply depressed and sad at the same time. I don't want to be an ant.
Note to self
Read:
Invisible Monsters by Chuck Palahnuik
Flow my Tears, the Policeman Said by Philip K. Dick
Buy:
Kids in the Hall: Brain Candy
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So, you're sure yours is just your imagination?
i get sick of my own voice as well...i spent two weeks alone at a family cabin on a remote island in norway, and learned that the lack of conversation/communication is very powerful. it makes you go a little insane, but in a beautiful way.
my first friend! woohoo! cheers bro.