Those Lonely Hours. . .mixed with waffles, coffee, and an impending sunrise
Ahoy there. G'mornin' to ye lads. I just got done watching Pink Floyd: The Wall; that's the most tingly a non-horror movie, or a movie in general has made me. Ah, the mamories. . .er, memories, of the beginnings of sophomore year. So much has changed since then; it's amazing what nearly two year can do, particularly at this age.
Well, before the wall, I was sitting and talking in my room. Instead of the usual sitting and talking in my room. Granted, this time, the talking was real, as opposed to what it normally is. I had people; not cold online words that could mean anything, but usually mean what I read into it. ever get that feeling? what if the person IMin' me is like. . .oh, nevermind. shouldn't be so ranty so early. I was in a writing mood earlier. . . I digress.
um, I had some waffle and black cold coffee ( the way it should be had :D) a little before watching The Wall. mum had made it Saturday morning for breakfast. Another, story, with another promise of returning. I probably will somewhat this time; I promised Miriam I'd write of my weekend. For once, it's been busy. It seems that any time I make small group plans for my house, the group migrates to say. . .McHenry or ends up multiplying faster than bunny rabbits, ya know? it's spooky. Oh, I think I might like one of the people I hung out with. er. . .two? not telling more on that. :-P
bowled like, twice. and it like, sucked both times. Six games; 2 decent, 2 lousy and 2 so-so. I think. *blink* I listened to some junior high-ish music recently, and spoke of times past with zw. It really hit me; I made some of those high school memories to-day. I got one of those flashes, don't know how many people have'em. you know; flash! a memory is born and will be imprinted. you feel alive, like you could manipulate time, like you're looking back, or forward, but you're doing neither; you're stuck in that moment. a moment so real, so rich, so unpure it IS pure. does that make sense? probably not.
because of an incident I must explain at a later date, along with the junior high music, I've been up for nearly 22 hours now. I think I may have semi-blacked out for spots of The Wall. Not sure. I know I did close my eyes, but I still felt awake. damn me and my tendency to black-out after 20 hours awake. oh, in further news, Lisa is also my hero. :D
I think I had one of those days. no, not a "bad" day. not "one of those days" but, I dunno. a day of worrying, and hanging out, and good times, high-school style. I'll never have that moment again. it makes me sad; I must reconnect with my past. for the love of god, if I accomplish anything else this summer it must be to reconnect with every incarnation of Michael. even dreaded ones. it must be done. I gotta try to make myself whole again, and track the bloody theme amongst all my masks.
if this makes sense, then well, yeah. makes me happy. I think it might. *blink* chinese food from nearly 12 hours ago still makes me feel bloated. some thoughts I read still make me feel touched. an incident that woke me at 7am makes me realise where I am. I am only 17; I'm still at that age of perpetual crossroads. Yet, time is slowing down. I noticed it during my junior year; I can auto-pilot and will myself forward several months. right now, I want to bask in summer. but I already feel myself willing August; it's barely the 13th, and this is a 31 day month! gah!
oh, and leaving from my house to the downtown movie theatre at 7:55 for the 8:00pm movie, well, it just don't work. I don't live downtown. yeah. but it was still an interesting saturday night, as I find myself rambling. I should attempt some sleep. plus shouldn't wake Mr. Koff-Koff with my incessant typing. oh my, I wonder they'll say about this entry. . .I think I might put on more junior high music (black sabbath- paranoid lp) and fall casually asleep on the floor, as I possibly fall victim to ants. either way. . . you sunk my scrabbleship! :-P
Well, before the wall, I was sitting and talking in my room. Instead of the usual sitting and talking in my room. Granted, this time, the talking was real, as opposed to what it normally is. I had people; not cold online words that could mean anything, but usually mean what I read into it. ever get that feeling? what if the person IMin' me is like. . .oh, nevermind. shouldn't be so ranty so early. I was in a writing mood earlier. . . I digress.
um, I had some waffle and black cold coffee ( the way it should be had :D) a little before watching The Wall. mum had made it Saturday morning for breakfast. Another, story, with another promise of returning. I probably will somewhat this time; I promised Miriam I'd write of my weekend. For once, it's been busy. It seems that any time I make small group plans for my house, the group migrates to say. . .McHenry or ends up multiplying faster than bunny rabbits, ya know? it's spooky. Oh, I think I might like one of the people I hung out with. er. . .two? not telling more on that. :-P
bowled like, twice. and it like, sucked both times. Six games; 2 decent, 2 lousy and 2 so-so. I think. *blink* I listened to some junior high-ish music recently, and spoke of times past with zw. It really hit me; I made some of those high school memories to-day. I got one of those flashes, don't know how many people have'em. you know; flash! a memory is born and will be imprinted. you feel alive, like you could manipulate time, like you're looking back, or forward, but you're doing neither; you're stuck in that moment. a moment so real, so rich, so unpure it IS pure. does that make sense? probably not.
because of an incident I must explain at a later date, along with the junior high music, I've been up for nearly 22 hours now. I think I may have semi-blacked out for spots of The Wall. Not sure. I know I did close my eyes, but I still felt awake. damn me and my tendency to black-out after 20 hours awake. oh, in further news, Lisa is also my hero. :D
I think I had one of those days. no, not a "bad" day. not "one of those days" but, I dunno. a day of worrying, and hanging out, and good times, high-school style. I'll never have that moment again. it makes me sad; I must reconnect with my past. for the love of god, if I accomplish anything else this summer it must be to reconnect with every incarnation of Michael. even dreaded ones. it must be done. I gotta try to make myself whole again, and track the bloody theme amongst all my masks.
if this makes sense, then well, yeah. makes me happy. I think it might. *blink* chinese food from nearly 12 hours ago still makes me feel bloated. some thoughts I read still make me feel touched. an incident that woke me at 7am makes me realise where I am. I am only 17; I'm still at that age of perpetual crossroads. Yet, time is slowing down. I noticed it during my junior year; I can auto-pilot and will myself forward several months. right now, I want to bask in summer. but I already feel myself willing August; it's barely the 13th, and this is a 31 day month! gah!
oh, and leaving from my house to the downtown movie theatre at 7:55 for the 8:00pm movie, well, it just don't work. I don't live downtown. yeah. but it was still an interesting saturday night, as I find myself rambling. I should attempt some sleep. plus shouldn't wake Mr. Koff-Koff with my incessant typing. oh my, I wonder they'll say about this entry. . .I think I might put on more junior high music (black sabbath- paranoid lp) and fall casually asleep on the floor, as I possibly fall victim to ants. either way. . . you sunk my scrabbleship! :-P