I don't know?
I just remembered recently that Dawna's father and my father share the same birthday, November 17th. But apparently, we had gone through this conversation before. I'm glad it came up again, because I fucking SWORE that someone else had the same birthday. After meeting Dawna's father - I mean, really meeting him - I'm not surprised that it was him. Their thought process seems to be so similar.
..I'd go on about it, but I'm just not in that sort of mood.
I've kind of been sucking lots and lots lately. I don't know, I just feel pretty apathetic about everything. I'm even more dry than usual, but, in this, uncontrollable way. Like, I think of all these things to say in my head, but I just, don't say them, almost out of laziness. I've been concentrating like a mother-fucker, though. I'm usually very easily distracted, or rather, I just can't focus well, which has been making it hard to read books. But just yesterday, I finished a few of the books that I've started, and obviously never had the focus to finish - until now. Of course they're not difficult, or boring, or anything like that, I just...can't focus. But lately, it's been like it used to be, when I used to like, zip through 54302875329 books in a week. I've had better sleep. I've also been one crazy-ass musician. Sort of. I don't practice...at all. I still haven't gotten into the habit. But now, at lessons, I'm playing like I actually know what I'm doing. It's weird though...like, I'm not even thinking about it. I guess I've just been able to let go and "let myself" play, instead of freaking out and thinking about it too much.
But dispite all of these advantages, I'm being a social hermit. I've been avoiding everyone, except for like, three people.
I went to Keith's great-aunt's house today. Jesus Christ. You'd never guess that his grandmother is that lady's TWIN SISTER. She's just so sweet. Everyone on that side of the family is pleasant.
Well, we went out to the goodwill. Damn, I got out of their with a belt, a wall clock, and a pair of pants for my sister for a total of...ten dollars and twenty-five cents. Hell yeah. They had this genuine, Christian Dior necktie for like, two dollars. I thought of some dirt poor jamaican guy, from the pits of Newburgh, shoplifting 50 pound god necklaces and selling them in the back of gas stations for $50 a piece. Then, he sees an ignorant, blissful, white business, or perhaps a wealthy lawyer, coming up on a business trip. The jamaican decides he doesn't like the white man, but he DOES favor that $350 dollar tie, so he somehow (miraculously, of course) manages to swipe the man's tie. But then, the thief realizes that the tie is purple, with various purple stripes, so he sells it to some sharp crack dealer. The crack dealer wins the lottery, moves in to some hot-shot neighborhood, and eventually gives away all of his old clothing to the goodwill, in order to "give back to the community." Then, here I am, and I find this fucking purple Christian Dior necktie, near perfect condition..for two dollars.
That place owns. I'm definitely going there more often. The place was full of lots of interesting shit. They had a TROMBONE, for God's sake, and the checkout lady had a mustache. What more could you ask for?
After that, we went to K-Mart, and I bought these very kick-ass honey-BBQ, twisty Fritos, and Keith took me outside to show me the "Penis" stairs. Apparently he and Andrew bought some chalk at K-Mart one day, and fucking went crazy with it. They wrote all over the lower parking lot, in the elevator, in the employees staircase, etc. But, it was all erased, eventually, except for the Penis Staircase. The one staircase that nobody even uses; I swear, you could shoot a porno in there, and no one would ever see or hear a word of it. Its the staircase leading from the lower parking lot to the upper parking lot. You first come in, and there's crude, 5-year-old drawings of penises alllllll over. The first one you see has blue balls attached to the base. Another has a face on its tip. They drew an arrow, supposedly pointed to where you must walk in order to get to the top. Pretty innocent enough, right? I mean, people need to know where they are walking. But no. It's pointing to the word "penis," in bright, yellow chalk. All over. Penis penis penis.
So, etc. etc., and here I am.
..I'd go on about it, but I'm just not in that sort of mood.
I've kind of been sucking lots and lots lately. I don't know, I just feel pretty apathetic about everything. I'm even more dry than usual, but, in this, uncontrollable way. Like, I think of all these things to say in my head, but I just, don't say them, almost out of laziness. I've been concentrating like a mother-fucker, though. I'm usually very easily distracted, or rather, I just can't focus well, which has been making it hard to read books. But just yesterday, I finished a few of the books that I've started, and obviously never had the focus to finish - until now. Of course they're not difficult, or boring, or anything like that, I just...can't focus. But lately, it's been like it used to be, when I used to like, zip through 54302875329 books in a week. I've had better sleep. I've also been one crazy-ass musician. Sort of. I don't practice...at all. I still haven't gotten into the habit. But now, at lessons, I'm playing like I actually know what I'm doing. It's weird though...like, I'm not even thinking about it. I guess I've just been able to let go and "let myself" play, instead of freaking out and thinking about it too much.
But dispite all of these advantages, I'm being a social hermit. I've been avoiding everyone, except for like, three people.
I went to Keith's great-aunt's house today. Jesus Christ. You'd never guess that his grandmother is that lady's TWIN SISTER. She's just so sweet. Everyone on that side of the family is pleasant.
Well, we went out to the goodwill. Damn, I got out of their with a belt, a wall clock, and a pair of pants for my sister for a total of...ten dollars and twenty-five cents. Hell yeah. They had this genuine, Christian Dior necktie for like, two dollars. I thought of some dirt poor jamaican guy, from the pits of Newburgh, shoplifting 50 pound god necklaces and selling them in the back of gas stations for $50 a piece. Then, he sees an ignorant, blissful, white business, or perhaps a wealthy lawyer, coming up on a business trip. The jamaican decides he doesn't like the white man, but he DOES favor that $350 dollar tie, so he somehow (miraculously, of course) manages to swipe the man's tie. But then, the thief realizes that the tie is purple, with various purple stripes, so he sells it to some sharp crack dealer. The crack dealer wins the lottery, moves in to some hot-shot neighborhood, and eventually gives away all of his old clothing to the goodwill, in order to "give back to the community." Then, here I am, and I find this fucking purple Christian Dior necktie, near perfect condition..for two dollars.
That place owns. I'm definitely going there more often. The place was full of lots of interesting shit. They had a TROMBONE, for God's sake, and the checkout lady had a mustache. What more could you ask for?
After that, we went to K-Mart, and I bought these very kick-ass honey-BBQ, twisty Fritos, and Keith took me outside to show me the "Penis" stairs. Apparently he and Andrew bought some chalk at K-Mart one day, and fucking went crazy with it. They wrote all over the lower parking lot, in the elevator, in the employees staircase, etc. But, it was all erased, eventually, except for the Penis Staircase. The one staircase that nobody even uses; I swear, you could shoot a porno in there, and no one would ever see or hear a word of it. Its the staircase leading from the lower parking lot to the upper parking lot. You first come in, and there's crude, 5-year-old drawings of penises alllllll over. The first one you see has blue balls attached to the base. Another has a face on its tip. They drew an arrow, supposedly pointed to where you must walk in order to get to the top. Pretty innocent enough, right? I mean, people need to know where they are walking. But no. It's pointing to the word "penis," in bright, yellow chalk. All over. Penis penis penis.
So, etc. etc., and here I am.