Suddenly everything has changed.
Hello everyone, comment allez-vous ce soir? Je suis comme ci comme ca. Yes, Tim Berge was right again about everything but I'll get to that later. It's truly summer now even though the weather apparently hasn't been told that and it has been rainy and cloudy and chilly lately but I don't mind because I haven't had homework and I'm free to say up as late as I want and wake up when I want. That has gone to extremes though and it is becoming a bit ridiculous. I can't really get myself to go to bed until like 3 and than I wake up at 1 at the every earliest. That's just excessive so starting today/tonight I shall have the goal of getting up before noon. That seems like a pretty good goal, not too demanding but not easy for me to do either. I just can't help but stay up when I have all these books to read and all this guitar to play and all this French to learn. It's so rad, I now get to do all this stuff I never had time to do when I had school. I swear, I've learned more in this week than I did in the last couple months of school. I will be honest though, it has been a very lonely week and I'm pretty sure I've already lost any of the social skills I had back when I interacted with people. I'll have to work on that, I'll have to find my friend or make new ones or kidnap Hannah or go fly to California and date Scarlett Johanson or something creative. I should have an imaginary friend named Rupert. Actually, I should have one named Jenny and than I could have sex with my imaginary friend and it would be like killing two birds with one stone. Yes, see, I'm going crazy, please hang out with me, someone. Other than that, I'm pleased as punch. Psh, what a stupid expression. What does it mean?!?! I certainly don't know, I'd be very impressed if anyone did. Anyway, I have high hopes for this summer even though it hasn't exactly started out with a bang. Starting out with a bang is totally overrated anyway, it just means you'll start a slow decline. No no no, I'm going up up up. The sentence was in palindrome form. I think the sun should shine a lot tomorrow so I can work on a killer tan and than I'll be all hot and tan and the ladies will want to get with me. I could certainly go for some sex right now, I've never even come close to it but now seems as good a time as any to expand my horizons. I'd probably have to pay for it if I wanted it. Why can't I just be George Clooney or something, that guy could make women pay him to shack up. He could actually make good business whoring himself out. He'd get The Clap for sure but he'd be so loaded he could deal with it. I've learned a few things recently and I'd like to share them with you.
1. Saul Bellow is the shit and a genius and he will change your life. I read this book Herzog by him this week and I now feel altered and much more intelligent and seductive and capable of writing love sonnets. The book doesn't really deal with that but it has inspired me to do great things. I felt really stupid while reading it because Saul Bellow is really smart and writes in like 20 different languages in it. There's some extensive French in it, I'll tell you that. I actually got the courage and read some more French yesterday. I went a while without doing the French because it was just so depressing having to look up so much shit and than I started reading in English again and I was stoked because it was like, "Hey, I understand everyone single one of these words." I mean, so what if it's my native language, I was stilled stoked. When I was reading Saul Bellow I didn't know every word he said and was even writing in English, that was sad. God, and I thought my vocabulary was big. It is much easier to learn English words than French words though, probably because they're not all verbs like this affrayer, attraper, siderer, griffer bullshit where it all just blends together and I curl up in the fetal position and mumble in French to myself. Pourqoui est-ce que je suis un con? Je ne sais pas. Je ne sais pas means I don't know. The ne pas makes it negative. That goes out to Tim Berge. Oh yeah, I was doing numbers of things I need to share. Okay.
2. Tim Berge is right as usual and The Weakerthans are sweet as hell. Tim told me the album Reconstruction Site is amazing so I was at Hastings today and I saw it and I remembered what Tim said so I bought it and what do you know, it's pretty dandy. Also the french in the first sentence of this post is from one of the songs, thus explaining that. It should be noted the dude mispronounces the shit out of comment though, I just thought I'd make the clear. I also bought The Soft Bulletin by The Flaming Lips and I have to say that it's the best album I've ever heard. There were a bunch of the regular albums on this little things that said 10.99 and with them was this deluxe version that comes with a dvd too so I naturally got that one. I went up to buy them and it rung up as 19.99 which is how much it said on it and how much it probably was but I told the dude it was on the 10.99 thing and he was like, "Okay, I'll just give it to you" so I got it for way cheaper than I probably should have. Tim A told me the whole album is about them getting off drugs, I'm not sure where he heard that or how he figured it but I don't get it if that's the case. All I know is it's considered one of the best albums of the 90's and it's fucking crazy, like music I'd listen to if I was on lsd. Um.
3. I tried to renew my driver's license today since mine is way expired due to me turning into an old man. I couldn't get a new one for some reason even though I went there twice trying to get it. I learned that as long as I renew it a year within its expiration I don't have to take the written test so I'm no longer concerned. However, I also learned that if you're pulled over in Washington with an expired license you get a $500 fine, harsh. The lady gave me a form that says I tried to get my license but they were being dumb and couldn't do it for some reason so I can't get a big ass fine. Basically, my life is set for the time being.
4. I was at Winco like an hour ago buying random things when I saw a pumpkin pie. It was the most beautiful thing ever and I bought it with alacrity. I just had a slice and it was the most orgasmic thing ever. I kid you not, I saw god and let me tell you this, Jack Black has never looked better.
5. Holy shit, that just reminded me, Nacho Libre came out today and I didn't go. Basically if this post is anything it's a cry to all you, begging you, any of you, to come see Nacho Libre with me. If you're interested let me know and I'll call and and we'll go and I'll even buy you popcorn if you really want. I just want to see that movie, you have no idea. If you want to fool around in my backseat afterwards I'm cool with that too, just send me anything but signals that are mixed, 'cause I can't read your rolling eyes. Um, I think I got off the topic there. Nacho Libre, someone please go with me, I'll love you forever.
6. Actually, I blame my staying up late on Martin because he is in France so I can only talk to him late at night or early in the morning and if you know me I don't do early morning. I'm not saying he's not worth it, I'm just telling you that's a factor in my middle of the night adventures. Martin has a webcam so I actually got to see him last night and let me tell you, he is a sexy French sex god. His looks have not left him and the crucial french clothing (the scarf) is sported very well on that man. My point is this: ladies, fear not, he shall emerge from that foreign country a studly, bilingual, culturalized 'mec'. I mean, really, he was in a country where everyone wears scarfs and kisses each other when they meet and they all drink lots of wine and eat fantastic bread and cheese and basically all good food and they have had tons of amazing authors. How could he have not benefited from staying in a place like that? Yes yes yes, my point has been made, I'm stoked and also terrified to visit that land. If I'm still lonely when it's time to go there I'll have to kill myself. I feel it's my duty to remind you all of this timely lyric from the best band ever. "Do you need anybody? I need somebody to love." Yes Ringo, you and me both. Have a fantastic weekend everyone. I love you all. Goodbye.
1. Saul Bellow is the shit and a genius and he will change your life. I read this book Herzog by him this week and I now feel altered and much more intelligent and seductive and capable of writing love sonnets. The book doesn't really deal with that but it has inspired me to do great things. I felt really stupid while reading it because Saul Bellow is really smart and writes in like 20 different languages in it. There's some extensive French in it, I'll tell you that. I actually got the courage and read some more French yesterday. I went a while without doing the French because it was just so depressing having to look up so much shit and than I started reading in English again and I was stoked because it was like, "Hey, I understand everyone single one of these words." I mean, so what if it's my native language, I was stilled stoked. When I was reading Saul Bellow I didn't know every word he said and was even writing in English, that was sad. God, and I thought my vocabulary was big. It is much easier to learn English words than French words though, probably because they're not all verbs like this affrayer, attraper, siderer, griffer bullshit where it all just blends together and I curl up in the fetal position and mumble in French to myself. Pourqoui est-ce que je suis un con? Je ne sais pas. Je ne sais pas means I don't know. The ne pas makes it negative. That goes out to Tim Berge. Oh yeah, I was doing numbers of things I need to share. Okay.
2. Tim Berge is right as usual and The Weakerthans are sweet as hell. Tim told me the album Reconstruction Site is amazing so I was at Hastings today and I saw it and I remembered what Tim said so I bought it and what do you know, it's pretty dandy. Also the french in the first sentence of this post is from one of the songs, thus explaining that. It should be noted the dude mispronounces the shit out of comment though, I just thought I'd make the clear. I also bought The Soft Bulletin by The Flaming Lips and I have to say that it's the best album I've ever heard. There were a bunch of the regular albums on this little things that said 10.99 and with them was this deluxe version that comes with a dvd too so I naturally got that one. I went up to buy them and it rung up as 19.99 which is how much it said on it and how much it probably was but I told the dude it was on the 10.99 thing and he was like, "Okay, I'll just give it to you" so I got it for way cheaper than I probably should have. Tim A told me the whole album is about them getting off drugs, I'm not sure where he heard that or how he figured it but I don't get it if that's the case. All I know is it's considered one of the best albums of the 90's and it's fucking crazy, like music I'd listen to if I was on lsd. Um.
3. I tried to renew my driver's license today since mine is way expired due to me turning into an old man. I couldn't get a new one for some reason even though I went there twice trying to get it. I learned that as long as I renew it a year within its expiration I don't have to take the written test so I'm no longer concerned. However, I also learned that if you're pulled over in Washington with an expired license you get a $500 fine, harsh. The lady gave me a form that says I tried to get my license but they were being dumb and couldn't do it for some reason so I can't get a big ass fine. Basically, my life is set for the time being.
4. I was at Winco like an hour ago buying random things when I saw a pumpkin pie. It was the most beautiful thing ever and I bought it with alacrity. I just had a slice and it was the most orgasmic thing ever. I kid you not, I saw god and let me tell you this, Jack Black has never looked better.
5. Holy shit, that just reminded me, Nacho Libre came out today and I didn't go. Basically if this post is anything it's a cry to all you, begging you, any of you, to come see Nacho Libre with me. If you're interested let me know and I'll call and and we'll go and I'll even buy you popcorn if you really want. I just want to see that movie, you have no idea. If you want to fool around in my backseat afterwards I'm cool with that too, just send me anything but signals that are mixed, 'cause I can't read your rolling eyes. Um, I think I got off the topic there. Nacho Libre, someone please go with me, I'll love you forever.
6. Actually, I blame my staying up late on Martin because he is in France so I can only talk to him late at night or early in the morning and if you know me I don't do early morning. I'm not saying he's not worth it, I'm just telling you that's a factor in my middle of the night adventures. Martin has a webcam so I actually got to see him last night and let me tell you, he is a sexy French sex god. His looks have not left him and the crucial french clothing (the scarf) is sported very well on that man. My point is this: ladies, fear not, he shall emerge from that foreign country a studly, bilingual, culturalized 'mec'. I mean, really, he was in a country where everyone wears scarfs and kisses each other when they meet and they all drink lots of wine and eat fantastic bread and cheese and basically all good food and they have had tons of amazing authors. How could he have not benefited from staying in a place like that? Yes yes yes, my point has been made, I'm stoked and also terrified to visit that land. If I'm still lonely when it's time to go there I'll have to kill myself. I feel it's my duty to remind you all of this timely lyric from the best band ever. "Do you need anybody? I need somebody to love." Yes Ringo, you and me both. Have a fantastic weekend everyone. I love you all. Goodbye.