william_miller

I haven't had very many cigarettes in the past few days, and I don't really feel like I miss them that much. I will go back to them, of course, but at least I know I could still quit if I ever encountered a problem -- that I can drop this habit, this addiction, cold turkey if I ever so wanted it.

Which is nice. It's a nice feeling to know that something you enjoy but is bad for you, you could eliminate once the negatives begin to outweigh the positives.

Tonight, I rented All The Real Girls and The Dangerous Lives of Altar Boys. I've never seen either. Which is weird. Especially for me.

I have a whole idea for a rock-and-roll article. And editorial not unlike Chuck Klosterman's America or a music version of Hunter's ESPN.com column. The title of the article? The Strokes, Punk Rock, And The Brattiness of Rock Fans: A Rock And Roll Downfall. Long-winded, I know. But it says what it means right there. Not in the way you may think -- but everyone does think differently, no?

Harry Potter And The Goblet of Fire is something I'll get to in a later entry. One on a keyboard that I'm a bit more comfortable with (I'm typing this on a Powerbook -- Ian's Powerbook, to be exact). But in a word, it was: Gerinawesome.

But until then... it's time to rock the Ducktales.