There's a babbling homeless guy hanging out in the parking lot. I just noticed him when I took the trash out. Usually there aren't any babbling homeless out there; when I see them, it usually is just the people with shopping carts of neatly folded blankets and bags of cans. Crackheads seem to have moved on, or maybe they're just seasonal, I don't know. Spring forward, smoke crack, or something. Really, though, I don't mind, but the babblers make me nervous.
Talked to a friend of mine about the past last night. I'm calling it research for the whole autobiography thing, if nothing else. People seem to be married, pregnant, in the military, or dead. That last one bothers me all too much these days. The strange thing is, though, the dead ones aren't the ones I thought would end up like that. Ask anyone from the time, now that I think about it, and I'd probably make their top five. Ironic, I suppose. At some point, when the years go by and life goes on and the world changes, it seems less and less real. The times, I mean. Seems fictional almost. But it was good to talk about old times and people, because I forget a lot. Now if only I could find that old yearbook.
I need a copy of Annie Hall. What a great movie. Exactly the right kind of thing I need lately, actually. Inspiring. It's strange, part of me feels like I should find it uncomfortable, but I find it quite wondeful. It was just what I needed. I fully expect to be quoting various Woody Allen films for the next two weeks, now.
It's looking very likely I'm going to prom. I hope it lives up to the hype. This whole past thing has really made me think about how I missed out on the whole prom thing. I mean, yeah, I'm sure it was nothing special, but it carries a certain weight, I guess. I really don't know what to expect, but then I'm not exactly trying to expect anything. It just sounds like fun.
The upstairs neighbors were either having sex or ineffectually moving a bookcase last night. I guess moving allows you to be as obnoxious as you can. I knew I did that, but I guess it's universal. Nothing like the sound of two ugly people humping each other to send you off to sleep all bitter and annoyed. Sounded like Sea World.
So I'm back on caffeine. It was an emergency food run, and I rationalized it. I miss having actual money; credit cards make me nervous.
Need something good to use as a blues song for music. Otherwise, I'll bullshit the whole thing. But it seems like something I could do really well.
I think I'm done. How's everyone doing?
Later.
Talked to a friend of mine about the past last night. I'm calling it research for the whole autobiography thing, if nothing else. People seem to be married, pregnant, in the military, or dead. That last one bothers me all too much these days. The strange thing is, though, the dead ones aren't the ones I thought would end up like that. Ask anyone from the time, now that I think about it, and I'd probably make their top five. Ironic, I suppose. At some point, when the years go by and life goes on and the world changes, it seems less and less real. The times, I mean. Seems fictional almost. But it was good to talk about old times and people, because I forget a lot. Now if only I could find that old yearbook.
I need a copy of Annie Hall. What a great movie. Exactly the right kind of thing I need lately, actually. Inspiring. It's strange, part of me feels like I should find it uncomfortable, but I find it quite wondeful. It was just what I needed. I fully expect to be quoting various Woody Allen films for the next two weeks, now.
It's looking very likely I'm going to prom. I hope it lives up to the hype. This whole past thing has really made me think about how I missed out on the whole prom thing. I mean, yeah, I'm sure it was nothing special, but it carries a certain weight, I guess. I really don't know what to expect, but then I'm not exactly trying to expect anything. It just sounds like fun.
The upstairs neighbors were either having sex or ineffectually moving a bookcase last night. I guess moving allows you to be as obnoxious as you can. I knew I did that, but I guess it's universal. Nothing like the sound of two ugly people humping each other to send you off to sleep all bitter and annoyed. Sounded like Sea World.
So I'm back on caffeine. It was an emergency food run, and I rationalized it. I miss having actual money; credit cards make me nervous.
Need something good to use as a blues song for music. Otherwise, I'll bullshit the whole thing. But it seems like something I could do really well.
I think I'm done. How's everyone doing?
Later.
