T'was an interesting day . . . . . .
I awoke to the smell of bad breath. My own. Had breakfast while watching morning tv. Blah, blah, blah . . . . . .
Checked emails. Read some threads on this here website.
Got bored and tried watching more tv. Fell asleep. Awoke to the sound of kids screaming. Called a friend. Went into town and checked out some metal tee shirts. Got home and had lunch. Watched more tv. Fell asleep. Awoke to the images of Star Trek: The Next Generation. Watched some old videos. Checking for shit I wanna keep. Found an old episode of Weird Science. Watched it, then rewound it and kept looping the starting credits. Still can't get over the timing of the theme song and the quick cut pan up Vanessa Angel's body in that damn blue bikini. Hoo Ha! Kept doing this during commercials of Frasier. Had dinner. Fell asleep. Awoke to an interview with Steve Carrell talking about "40 year old virgin" Laughed my ass off. Can't wait to see it. Called a friend. Went out to a pool hall. Shot some virtual animals with a big ass orange shotgun. Had coffee. Talked about music and the band, and what I'd do with my financial situation at the moment versus what I'd do with 2 million dollars and my current financial situation. At home writing this journal.
My typing is getting some much better . . . .
You know what I just realised? In all the journals I've read, including mine, they're much like tv. Nobody talks about going or visiting the bathroom. It's like taking a shit or havin a piss doesn't exist. That's fucked up.
I gotta go design some T-shirts. I think I might go watch the opening credits of Weird Science again. I love that song.
Weird science, It's alive! . . . . . . (Read it in tune. Won't work any other way. I tried) . . . .(And swing your head to the rhythm)
I'm outta here . . . . read you soon,
Zee
I awoke to the smell of bad breath. My own. Had breakfast while watching morning tv. Blah, blah, blah . . . . . .
Checked emails. Read some threads on this here website.
Got bored and tried watching more tv. Fell asleep. Awoke to the sound of kids screaming. Called a friend. Went into town and checked out some metal tee shirts. Got home and had lunch. Watched more tv. Fell asleep. Awoke to the images of Star Trek: The Next Generation. Watched some old videos. Checking for shit I wanna keep. Found an old episode of Weird Science. Watched it, then rewound it and kept looping the starting credits. Still can't get over the timing of the theme song and the quick cut pan up Vanessa Angel's body in that damn blue bikini. Hoo Ha! Kept doing this during commercials of Frasier. Had dinner. Fell asleep. Awoke to an interview with Steve Carrell talking about "40 year old virgin" Laughed my ass off. Can't wait to see it. Called a friend. Went out to a pool hall. Shot some virtual animals with a big ass orange shotgun. Had coffee. Talked about music and the band, and what I'd do with my financial situation at the moment versus what I'd do with 2 million dollars and my current financial situation. At home writing this journal.
My typing is getting some much better . . . .
You know what I just realised? In all the journals I've read, including mine, they're much like tv. Nobody talks about going or visiting the bathroom. It's like taking a shit or havin a piss doesn't exist. That's fucked up.
I gotta go design some T-shirts. I think I might go watch the opening credits of Weird Science again. I love that song.
Weird science, It's alive! . . . . . . (Read it in tune. Won't work any other way. I tried) . . . .(And swing your head to the rhythm)
I'm outta here . . . . read you soon,
Zee
LMAO You know when I read the Weird Science song I actually automatically read it in tune. It really doesn't work any other way.
[Edited on Oct 05, 2005 12:19AM]
well maybe not. but that's funny. are you so very curious?
anyway, i never did see the 40 yr old virgin. so if you -do- see it, let me know. lol.
bahhhhh....well i hope midweek is treating you alright. whatever that's supposed to mean.
~bri.