longblackbangs

I always wonder what I was thinking in those times between me being so rediculously busy and me having absolutly nothing to do but try to put myslef back to sleep. Was there a point in the back of my brain when I subconciously realized that, "This is the pace I want my life to go at,"? Probably not. Really though, things are slow now. I have trouble finding things to do because going out to bars and shit like that it the absolute last thing I want to do unless I have someone in mind to hang out with there. And since that hasn't been the case as of late...well, I just sit in my room, read books, and record music that I like to think is the bastard child of too much Xiu Xiu and My Bloody Valentine. Whatever. Summer is gonna be out of hand since I am taking more in two months of summer school than I took all this semester, so I think I might want to enjoy being a hermit who see' the back of his eyes and his four bedroom walls more than anything else.

Know what's wierd though? (Well, this only will be interesting to those folks who have semi abscure last names and non-overused first names.) Seeing your name in print...or carved into a FUCKING TOMBSTONE!




It sort of takes some of the fun away when you see it and it is not you Well, in this case it isn't the case...well, it sort of is when you think about it. Okay, maybe not.

Totally unrelated: I know I'm really late in the game, but I'm digging the Arcade Fire a whole hell of alot as of late. No seriously, despite the fact that the album is called Funeral, I can guarantee it is unrelated to the above epitaph.

lovelovelove...

ps- I am now gonna make it my goal to find a girl name Genevieve to make the tombstone so very very very apt.