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I love the Ataris version of "Boys of Summer." Hate the original, but love the cover. At the same time, i'd definitely call it one of the most personally depressing songs i have. Good stuff, though. Someday i should listen to the rest of that album, if i still have it. But man, i remember when i first heard that song, & how i thought their version was the perfect song at the perfect time. Love does weird shit to people, especially if it isn't returned, & if you happen to be at least eight hours away from whoever it has anything to do with. Living with a wannabe neo Nazi from Fresno, who thought BET stood for "Black Ignorant Television." I've had a bizarre life.

And you all might know the real answer. If you can't say anything nice, should you say nothing at all? I think i might be entirely too patient.

There's a photo out there from SXSW that i must save somewhere. Think i saw it on Townshend's blog. It's him with his arm around Zooey Deschanel, him smiling like the nutbar genius he is, her looking happy but a little uncomfortable. It just really struck me as beautiful, for some reason, & not just for Zooey, who would love me if i ever got the chance to make a fool of myself in her presence. Just the weird juxtaposition of Townshend with her, the striking difference between them. It was fascinating.

Speaking of Townshend, i think he & Stephen King have severely messed my mind up lately. Two books that got me thinking about myself & the world far more than i have, maybe in my life. Almost too much to wrap my head around. That'll learn me to be all reading & shit.

This close to a declaration of war. I'm telling you, i'm close. Stay tuned.

I'm amazed at how much i used to like solo Ozzy. I was a huge fan when i was like fifteen or so, & listening to a lot of it now (music in this thing brought to you by my odd desire to capture my life in music at one time), i just don't get it. Outside of probably Ozzmosis & No More Tears, it just is hard for me to listen to a lot of it. Might need to bust out those albums to see if that still is true.

I'm looking more forward to tomorrow than i have anything in a while. Like, a lot.

Carlos Mencia's real name is Ned Arnel Holness. Dude's German. That makes me laugh far harder than it should.

So i've decided i won't ask out the girl in the radio class. She's too...i don't know. Not my type. Looks better than i'd have thought in shorts, but it just wouldn't work for many reasons, i think overall because i'm an emotionally crippled narcissist & she's a virgin. I mean, yeah, there'd be some funny ass stories, but i've got enough for right now. And, just because, isn't it amazing how when you think you know all the answers, someone changes the questions? Maybe what you want is something you don't know you want until it just kinda happens. Or you're just insane. I would just be happy if some power that is or shall be spelled it out. But then that'd make life far less interesting, i guess. The world is too small, believe none of what you hear & half of what you see, don't pretend that you know me 'cause i don't even know myself, & information is information, except on Wikipedia. I'm a pretty fucked up guy despite how pretty i am.

I need to go south again. Southern California, not hell. Been trying to think of a way to make a pilgrimage. And i think i spelled that wrong, so don't correct me.

I'm stopping now. Hope everyone has an interesting few days.