lesmels

It's so hard to believe that I'll be back in school in just one more week. I've fallen into such a depressing lull, I had almost forgotten that a life once existed for me that didn't include watching japanese shit everyday (finished the series Ergo Proxy) or books (read Orwell's Down and Out in London and Paris yesterday) or sitting on my ass getting drunk alone while watching Big Love and Hell's Kitchen. The idea that I may actually ask some sort of movement from myself soon is a bit overwhelming.

Also, I keep dreaming about zombies and that's not helping at all. Last night was slightly better than the usual fare however, as rather than running around stabbing my relatives in the brainpan or beheading my friends with a Samurai sword, I merely prepared for a zombie invasion with my grandfather who, oddly enough, was the actor that shot the shark in the first Jaws movie (his name escapes me). We were thoroughly pimping out the attic so as to survive there Anne Frank style. This morning I awoke to find myself staring at the ceiling and realizing 2 facts. 1. The AC vents that lead to the attic are a lot smaller than I dreamt. 2. That actor is a way cooler grandfather than the one I actually have...er, had. I'm pretty sure he died last year. Not that it matters. He was an old miser that completely disowned my father. He also left me out of his will... He can kiss my ass.


P.s. Tonight is Friday and my friend didn't try to get ahold of me... I think maybe he's recognizing that I have no interest in him... either that, or he's sitting by the phone waiting for me to call.