Every Time That A Stranger Calls My Name...
you know, ive been sitting here in my apartment for a good 6 hours completely alone, but trying to entertain myself. im not saying thats bad. im not saying thats good. its just odd that its the norm. i even went to a movie today after class, and it still feels like ive done nothing with my day.
brandon just told me that life makes no sense. and i tend to agree with him. when things seem to work out for the best, you take time to reflect upon them at a later time and wish that they had worked out differently. and when things go shitty, you just tend to forget about them. or maybe thats just me. maybe i have a twisted sense of life and i look at it completely differently than everybody else.
I purchased the first season of scrubs this past weekend. i am in love with that show. its so brilliant, i cant even begin to explain it. maybe because i think zach braff is an amazing person/actor/director/god. i dont know if its just genuinely amazing, or if its the fact that i relate to JD so much. and because i have a huge crush on elliot. shes really frickin good looking. i sit down to watch an episode, and end up watching the entire disc. and its ridiculous, because its like crack. i want more all the time, and i go through withdrawls.
last night i walked across nearly all of vancouver. it was uncalled for and stupid, and amazing and im glad i did. you see so much more walking, even if it is at midnight on a sunday. you take for granted all the shit that flys by when your on a bus or driving in a car. even if its ugly, shitty parts of the city, they have some sort of beauty to them if you just look for it. but then again, i suppose thats applicable to everything.
I aqcuired the 20 greatest air supply songs of all time. and they really are just that. they are the greatest. however sad it may be that i was listening to them at high volumes by myself late at night is besides the point. they are great, and whoever doesnt like them needs to be thrown back in the line for recycled hearts.
on one of my stake-outs, i had a very unexpected heart to heart with a partner in crime. it was kinda weird. he doesnt seem like the guy to just open up and talk about shit, but he did. and now im writing about it and i feel real weird. ahem...good game guys....how about them seahawks?...
I'll be your friend in hell, until then I despise you, and I probably always will.
brandon just told me that life makes no sense. and i tend to agree with him. when things seem to work out for the best, you take time to reflect upon them at a later time and wish that they had worked out differently. and when things go shitty, you just tend to forget about them. or maybe thats just me. maybe i have a twisted sense of life and i look at it completely differently than everybody else.
I purchased the first season of scrubs this past weekend. i am in love with that show. its so brilliant, i cant even begin to explain it. maybe because i think zach braff is an amazing person/actor/director/god. i dont know if its just genuinely amazing, or if its the fact that i relate to JD so much. and because i have a huge crush on elliot. shes really frickin good looking. i sit down to watch an episode, and end up watching the entire disc. and its ridiculous, because its like crack. i want more all the time, and i go through withdrawls.
last night i walked across nearly all of vancouver. it was uncalled for and stupid, and amazing and im glad i did. you see so much more walking, even if it is at midnight on a sunday. you take for granted all the shit that flys by when your on a bus or driving in a car. even if its ugly, shitty parts of the city, they have some sort of beauty to them if you just look for it. but then again, i suppose thats applicable to everything.
I aqcuired the 20 greatest air supply songs of all time. and they really are just that. they are the greatest. however sad it may be that i was listening to them at high volumes by myself late at night is besides the point. they are great, and whoever doesnt like them needs to be thrown back in the line for recycled hearts.
on one of my stake-outs, i had a very unexpected heart to heart with a partner in crime. it was kinda weird. he doesnt seem like the guy to just open up and talk about shit, but he did. and now im writing about it and i feel real weird. ahem...good game guys....how about them seahawks?...
I'll be your friend in hell, until then I despise you, and I probably always will.