Another Sunrise
I used to know what sleeping was like. Now I've forgotten.
I watched Dr. Strangelove today. What an entertaining movie. I have to make a presentation on it. I hope that goes well. I've only watched it once, but I think I understand all of the themes. But I don't know how well I can present on no sleep. I think I might just write out exactly what I'm going to say beforehand. On note cards. Who uses note cards anymore? I also never knew Kubrick directed Spartacus. The dude is an auteur.
I was looking through my e-mail archives today. I found this: "i am of strong will, someone said to me tonight, but they dont understand how easy it is to stay faithful to you." If I had a dime for every time she's gone against something she said to me a month ago.
This week has been one of the worst of my life. I can only go up from here. I somehow fit 420 festivities into my schedule tonight. I don't know how. But that has been the only pleasant part of my week so far. I've tried talking to her on the phone. It seems civil enough, but I can't get over the feeling that I am talking to a different person. We spent so much time together and I don't want it to end like this. Everything is so fucked up.
BUT! I am going to see Tool in May. The light at the end of the tunnel. The carrot dangling on a string in front of me.
We're playing at the Battle of the Bands tonight. That's just...unimaginable. I can't even imagine being awake for that long. Maybe I'll just keel over right after history class. The powers that be will have pity on me for my plight and I will achieve salvation. That would be the best case scenario. More likely is the possibility that I just have a rough day ahead of me. But the express pass to heaven cannot be ruled out.
I watched Dr. Strangelove today. What an entertaining movie. I have to make a presentation on it. I hope that goes well. I've only watched it once, but I think I understand all of the themes. But I don't know how well I can present on no sleep. I think I might just write out exactly what I'm going to say beforehand. On note cards. Who uses note cards anymore? I also never knew Kubrick directed Spartacus. The dude is an auteur.
I was looking through my e-mail archives today. I found this: "i am of strong will, someone said to me tonight, but they dont understand how easy it is to stay faithful to you." If I had a dime for every time she's gone against something she said to me a month ago.
This week has been one of the worst of my life. I can only go up from here. I somehow fit 420 festivities into my schedule tonight. I don't know how. But that has been the only pleasant part of my week so far. I've tried talking to her on the phone. It seems civil enough, but I can't get over the feeling that I am talking to a different person. We spent so much time together and I don't want it to end like this. Everything is so fucked up.
BUT! I am going to see Tool in May. The light at the end of the tunnel. The carrot dangling on a string in front of me.
We're playing at the Battle of the Bands tonight. That's just...unimaginable. I can't even imagine being awake for that long. Maybe I'll just keel over right after history class. The powers that be will have pity on me for my plight and I will achieve salvation. That would be the best case scenario. More likely is the possibility that I just have a rough day ahead of me. But the express pass to heaven cannot be ruled out.