Anything but the blatant proof...
I'm a . . . thumbprint on the window on a skyscraper.
I'm a . . . smudge of excrement on a tissue,
surging out to see with a million tons of raw sewage.
See, right there. Just what you just said, that is beautiful.
A smudge of excrement. Surging out to see. I can never write that. Neither can I, actually. I think it's Bukowski.
-- SIDEWAYS; PAUL GIAMATTI, THOMAS HAYDEN CHURCH
Don't ask me how my trip to Los Angeles was. For one thing, I'd probably be tempted to lie to your face and say that everything was fine, that I spent a lot of time with my dad, and the trip was everything that I'd imagine it would be.
I will tell you though, I never thought I'd miss a tour guide in my life. Unfortunately, I lost his phone number, because otherwise I'd probably call right now and tell him what is going on right now. I had also completely underestimated the hilarity that ensues when one plays Halo 2 online. Oh, and I saw a lot of fantastic movies: Closer, I Heart Huckabees (2x), Alfie (2x), Harold and Kumar Go To White Castle (2x), The Life Aquatic With Steve Zissou, Sideways (2x), and The Motorcycle Diaries.
Soon after landing back in Maryland, I went to visit Christa at a party hosted by Igor. Found a girl who recognized me immediately, but neither of us could figure out where we had seen each other. Finally, I saw the Macaroon Shindig button on her silver purse and asked, "Do you know someone named Katherine Hill?" Needless to say, being reunited with Julia of Passed Out Promotions made the evening much more interesting, in a good way. (Talking to a drunk guy about music, tattoos, piercings, and all of that good stuff, only to be ignored by said guy when a much smaller, prettier girl offered to sit in his lap made the evening much more interesting, in a bad way.)
Anyway, right now I'm back in College Park, and I can barely imagine how much ruckus will take place this year. Already I have my RA's Red Bull in our refrigerator and am suggesting that he run to Wawa to get a bucket of ice... and already I've been hearing him yell multiple times, "But I want to get drunkkkk tonight!"
However, never again will I underestimate the power of just relaxing. I think I'm going to pass up an offer for some "bombs" and just hang out with the guitar.
I'm a . . . smudge of excrement on a tissue,
surging out to see with a million tons of raw sewage.
See, right there. Just what you just said, that is beautiful.
A smudge of excrement. Surging out to see. I can never write that. Neither can I, actually. I think it's Bukowski.
-- SIDEWAYS; PAUL GIAMATTI, THOMAS HAYDEN CHURCH
Don't ask me how my trip to Los Angeles was. For one thing, I'd probably be tempted to lie to your face and say that everything was fine, that I spent a lot of time with my dad, and the trip was everything that I'd imagine it would be.
I will tell you though, I never thought I'd miss a tour guide in my life. Unfortunately, I lost his phone number, because otherwise I'd probably call right now and tell him what is going on right now. I had also completely underestimated the hilarity that ensues when one plays Halo 2 online. Oh, and I saw a lot of fantastic movies: Closer, I Heart Huckabees (2x), Alfie (2x), Harold and Kumar Go To White Castle (2x), The Life Aquatic With Steve Zissou, Sideways (2x), and The Motorcycle Diaries.
Soon after landing back in Maryland, I went to visit Christa at a party hosted by Igor. Found a girl who recognized me immediately, but neither of us could figure out where we had seen each other. Finally, I saw the Macaroon Shindig button on her silver purse and asked, "Do you know someone named Katherine Hill?" Needless to say, being reunited with Julia of Passed Out Promotions made the evening much more interesting, in a good way. (Talking to a drunk guy about music, tattoos, piercings, and all of that good stuff, only to be ignored by said guy when a much smaller, prettier girl offered to sit in his lap made the evening much more interesting, in a bad way.)
Anyway, right now I'm back in College Park, and I can barely imagine how much ruckus will take place this year. Already I have my RA's Red Bull in our refrigerator and am suggesting that he run to Wawa to get a bucket of ice... and already I've been hearing him yell multiple times, "But I want to get drunkkkk tonight!"
However, never again will I underestimate the power of just relaxing. I think I'm going to pass up an offer for some "bombs" and just hang out with the guitar.