The smoothie is what is needed. Hopefully it will take the sickness away. Being sick doesn't help the depression. I've been laying in bed since 3PM yesternoon minus today puja festivities. I need to boost the serotonin levels but I don't feel like exercising. However, at midnight last night I was able to jam out on the geet and write 3 songs. Lou Reed, watch out.
These are the following movies I did not see in 2007 that I will have to take care of in 2008:
Darjeeling limited
Walk Hard
Sweeny Todd
Juno
The Golden Compass
I Am Legend
Ratatouie
No Country for Old Men
Hot Fuzz
3:10 to Yuma
Knocked Up
Walk Hard
Beowulf
Blades of Glory
Darfur Now
Joshua
2007 was a sweet year. Hell, it just sounds sweet. TWO THOUSAND MUTHA FUCKIN SEVOOOOOOOOOOON!
SUMMER OHHHHH SEVANNNNNNNNN!!!!!!!
FALL OHHHH SEVANNNNNNN!!!!!!!
WINTER OHH SEVANNNNN!!!!!! pound it
Anyways, this is the paragraph where I will say I entirely too much. Most people agree, and if you don't then you are dumb, that 2007 was a great transistional year. Nothing too awesome or crazy happened but I think it has set up 2008 to be a memorable one. I for one plan to be a better son, a better friend, and better to myself. For some reason I love to put myself down. The hilarity always ensues. I don't know. Maybe I'll just wait till I make a ton of money, do a few lines of coke and pick up trash because nobody else will do it. I'll probably listen to just as much velvet underground and midlake to fall asleep. Maybe I'll finally sell my car and get a lil truck or something that would actually help me with art projects. I know that most people can't do all they say they will do, but i think this year will be different. My internet time will be more productive, reading more articles and doing more research. I will get rid of lots of things I don't need. I'm going to keep my bag of hair though, because that will be useful. In 2008 I will build 10 snare drums and 2 drum kits. In 2008 I will be in 5 art shows. In 2008 I will make gifts. I might even break a bone, WHO KNOWS?!?!?! Maybe I'll take up Scientology for a few months and then detach/denounce. Dave and I will make a mother fucking musical album.
Why is it that I always get two of my grades as soon as the semester is over and then the rest take months. Come on, profs! Let's do this.
I just watched stuck on you and the metaphors that are helping me out are astounding. I need Cher to cheer me up. But she's too busy with Franky Munez.