Fact: no one reads anything I post after five PM, friends or not. I'm not bitter or anything, I just find it sort of funny. It gets dangerous to post when I'm in a mood like this, because the door opens a crack. Scary stuff. Stream of conciousness all around. Inner monologue out the ass. That's how I roll.
The Girlfriend is out of town tomorrow, meaning I have to entertain myself. No money for the bar (or...you know...anything). Looking more and more like I'll end up getting drunk with the cat, watching "Borat," and writing about something or other. I should go out anyway; people, fucked off as they can be, interest me to no end. And outside of school, I haven't had much of a chance to interact with a lot of them lately, at least anything worth mentioning.
"More Than a Feeling" by Boston is WAY sadder than anyone gives it credit for. It popped up on the MP3 player the other day after class, and I had never actually listened to it, really absorbed it (which is pretentious for "repeated it four times"). It's the kind of song that, had I listened to it as much a few years ago, would have caused a nervous breakdown. Well, okay, not really, but it would have lead to something involving a fetal position and missing class. Production is wonderful, vocals are ridiculous, and holds up nicely. The exception to the whole "bands named after places suck" rule, I think.
Yeah...I have nothing to really say. And I'm not drunk or anything either, so I have nothing to blame this post on.
Local news station has a "crime tracker" thing on their website. Looked at it a few months ago, and there was practically nothing; I think was just a disturbing the peace and something else just as trivial. I looked at it just now, and FUCKING HELL. Burglaries, muggings, assaults, aggrivated assaults-- it looked almost as bad as the old apartment (which had literally double everything, oddly all in the complex across from my old place). I'm rethinking my tendency to exit through the parking lot when I go to midtown. Getting stabbed would ruin my day, most likely, especially if its because I had to go buy toilet paper or something.
Looking forward to Prom. Greatly. I think it'll be fun, and I hope to drink enough to make it even more fun. Goal is not to be as drunk as I can possibly get, but just under the wire; I have no desire to cross that line into pukey hangover hell, at least on my own dime. No, it's fun drunk I'm aiming for. Charming drunk. When I can talk the birds from the trees, and have sex with them.
My goal is to learn to play the guitar (or at least re-learn everything I've forgotten in the last six years) before the end of the year. There's a motive behind this, however I haven't decided what. I'm down to four. Nevertheless, I would like to at least learn "Handle With Care" by the Traveling Wilburys by December. Just because I've found I really, really like that song.
I'm going to stop now, because the tank is emptying. And the cat is yelling at me.
Later.
The Girlfriend is out of town tomorrow, meaning I have to entertain myself. No money for the bar (or...you know...anything). Looking more and more like I'll end up getting drunk with the cat, watching "Borat," and writing about something or other. I should go out anyway; people, fucked off as they can be, interest me to no end. And outside of school, I haven't had much of a chance to interact with a lot of them lately, at least anything worth mentioning.
"More Than a Feeling" by Boston is WAY sadder than anyone gives it credit for. It popped up on the MP3 player the other day after class, and I had never actually listened to it, really absorbed it (which is pretentious for "repeated it four times"). It's the kind of song that, had I listened to it as much a few years ago, would have caused a nervous breakdown. Well, okay, not really, but it would have lead to something involving a fetal position and missing class. Production is wonderful, vocals are ridiculous, and holds up nicely. The exception to the whole "bands named after places suck" rule, I think.
Yeah...I have nothing to really say. And I'm not drunk or anything either, so I have nothing to blame this post on.
Local news station has a "crime tracker" thing on their website. Looked at it a few months ago, and there was practically nothing; I think was just a disturbing the peace and something else just as trivial. I looked at it just now, and FUCKING HELL. Burglaries, muggings, assaults, aggrivated assaults-- it looked almost as bad as the old apartment (which had literally double everything, oddly all in the complex across from my old place). I'm rethinking my tendency to exit through the parking lot when I go to midtown. Getting stabbed would ruin my day, most likely, especially if its because I had to go buy toilet paper or something.
Looking forward to Prom. Greatly. I think it'll be fun, and I hope to drink enough to make it even more fun. Goal is not to be as drunk as I can possibly get, but just under the wire; I have no desire to cross that line into pukey hangover hell, at least on my own dime. No, it's fun drunk I'm aiming for. Charming drunk. When I can talk the birds from the trees, and have sex with them.
My goal is to learn to play the guitar (or at least re-learn everything I've forgotten in the last six years) before the end of the year. There's a motive behind this, however I haven't decided what. I'm down to four. Nevertheless, I would like to at least learn "Handle With Care" by the Traveling Wilburys by December. Just because I've found I really, really like that song.
I'm going to stop now, because the tank is emptying. And the cat is yelling at me.
Later.
My favorite as well