When life gives you lemons, you paint that shit gold
That's all I've been trying to do. I've been kind of m.i.a., not just on here but to most of everybody in general. Even my closest friends. There's no offense meant, I've just had a lot on my plate recently, which I'm attempting to deal with one piece at a time. I still feel pretty shitty about things in general.
In the meantime, I just do what I can. Saw Pineapple Express yesterday, it was a pretty good funny violent flick. Franco is as studly as always. Somehow I managed to score tickets from work to go see the live stage version of Mamma Mia! at the Bob Carr tomorrow (technically today) which I'm all about. No Pierce Brosnan. Albeit I've heard nothing but Abba for the past month and half or so, but there's nothing like going to see a show at the Bob Carr Performing Arts Center which brings me back to my high school roots. But with a little more dressup involved. Damn, I gotta figure out what I can wear without looking like a bum of the street..
So my agenda for tomorrow basically goes: wake up, triple s, call around and find a fender for my car, pregame, go see Mamma Mia! (with the possibility of an afterparty btw, woot), and then either a.) go to bed at a reasonable time like a reasonable adult. Or b.) meet up with some other people from work and have some drinks even though I have to be up at eight in the morning. Hmm, decisions..
I don't know what else is going on in life, but those are the pressing issues at the moment. Bernie Mac and Isaac Hayes died. There's some crazy CG Star Wars movie coming out apparently that nobody told me about, what the eff? And hopefully come winter I may get to go skiing for the first time ever. Look out trees, I'm coming for your asses! Plus USA dominates in medals, but we need more golden ones because China's got us up on on that. Why's Phelps slacking? I can't have this, we need more gold, dammit!
Anyways, excuse me my rant, please. I'm done. Listening to Lou Reed on constant repeat can make one kind of manic. Especially when you suffer from as limited an attention span as I do...
In the meantime, I just do what I can. Saw Pineapple Express yesterday, it was a pretty good funny violent flick. Franco is as studly as always. Somehow I managed to score tickets from work to go see the live stage version of Mamma Mia! at the Bob Carr tomorrow (technically today) which I'm all about. No Pierce Brosnan. Albeit I've heard nothing but Abba for the past month and half or so, but there's nothing like going to see a show at the Bob Carr Performing Arts Center which brings me back to my high school roots. But with a little more dressup involved. Damn, I gotta figure out what I can wear without looking like a bum of the street..
So my agenda for tomorrow basically goes: wake up, triple s, call around and find a fender for my car, pregame, go see Mamma Mia! (with the possibility of an afterparty btw, woot), and then either a.) go to bed at a reasonable time like a reasonable adult. Or b.) meet up with some other people from work and have some drinks even though I have to be up at eight in the morning. Hmm, decisions..
I don't know what else is going on in life, but those are the pressing issues at the moment. Bernie Mac and Isaac Hayes died. There's some crazy CG Star Wars movie coming out apparently that nobody told me about, what the eff? And hopefully come winter I may get to go skiing for the first time ever. Look out trees, I'm coming for your asses! Plus USA dominates in medals, but we need more golden ones because China's got us up on on that. Why's Phelps slacking? I can't have this, we need more gold, dammit!
Anyways, excuse me my rant, please. I'm done. Listening to Lou Reed on constant repeat can make one kind of manic. Especially when you suffer from as limited an attention span as I do...