I'll be a good little light bulb
Ginger Rogers Marathon on TCM. The major and the minor, the story of a 30 year old man who falls for a 12 year old girl, who's really a 25 year old woman, posing as a 12 year old girl. It was cute, though. I love old movies. They're always so damn clever. Most modern movies are shit. I'll take the classics anyday.
Jesus Christ. The fresh prince of bel-air is going to be on nick at nite. The 90s weren't that long ago, man. It's not nostalgic enough to be on nick at nite. Oh yeah, by the way, I can't sleep so I'm listening to old re-runs of roseanne...which again, is not nostalgic. That show went off the air, what? 6 years ago? Were the 90s really that great? So great that vh1 creates I love the 90s, a mere 4 years after the decade ends? It's kind of liking airing clueless on American Movie Classics, trying to claim that it was one of the most ground breaking films of the 90s.
I will continue to be nothing to you, until you make me feel like something again.
Man, that last sentence scored a 10 on the emo scale.
I'll probably delete this tomorrow.
I'm kind of out of it right now. I'm completely sober. I've 'been out of it' for a while now. I can't seem to get back in. I always refer back to 'the past two years' in attempts to explain myself and the way my head works now a days, and i'm so vague about the things that actually mean a damn to me, that nothing I say will even make sense. In the past two years, I went through an indescribable life change. I experienced situations and emotions that I was unprepared for. I didn't see any of this coming, but it came anyway. Life came. It slapped me in the face. It all kind of came at once. I tried to carry myself in the same manner as I used to. I tried to talk with my friends, and laugh and be happy around them. I tried, alright. I just can't do it right now. Things moved too fast. Things changed too quickly. I'm still not sure why all of this happened. At first I thought there was a reason. Where reason and logic once stood, there is only uncertainty. The story of my fucking life. Impending doubt is something I just LOVE living with.
I'm going to bed, now. I just though it would be nice to try to explain what the hell has been going on through my head these past 18 months. I was never good at explaining myself.
Jesus Christ. The fresh prince of bel-air is going to be on nick at nite. The 90s weren't that long ago, man. It's not nostalgic enough to be on nick at nite. Oh yeah, by the way, I can't sleep so I'm listening to old re-runs of roseanne...which again, is not nostalgic. That show went off the air, what? 6 years ago? Were the 90s really that great? So great that vh1 creates I love the 90s, a mere 4 years after the decade ends? It's kind of liking airing clueless on American Movie Classics, trying to claim that it was one of the most ground breaking films of the 90s.
I will continue to be nothing to you, until you make me feel like something again.
Man, that last sentence scored a 10 on the emo scale.
I'll probably delete this tomorrow.
I'm kind of out of it right now. I'm completely sober. I've 'been out of it' for a while now. I can't seem to get back in. I always refer back to 'the past two years' in attempts to explain myself and the way my head works now a days, and i'm so vague about the things that actually mean a damn to me, that nothing I say will even make sense. In the past two years, I went through an indescribable life change. I experienced situations and emotions that I was unprepared for. I didn't see any of this coming, but it came anyway. Life came. It slapped me in the face. It all kind of came at once. I tried to carry myself in the same manner as I used to. I tried to talk with my friends, and laugh and be happy around them. I tried, alright. I just can't do it right now. Things moved too fast. Things changed too quickly. I'm still not sure why all of this happened. At first I thought there was a reason. Where reason and logic once stood, there is only uncertainty. The story of my fucking life. Impending doubt is something I just LOVE living with.
I'm going to bed, now. I just though it would be nice to try to explain what the hell has been going on through my head these past 18 months. I was never good at explaining myself.