The Ramblin Boys of Pleasure Aint Got Shit on Me
I'm not dead. I swear. I've had "Wow, I haven't written in this thing in forever..." on this screen probably six or seven times in the past few weeks, but I keep getting distracted. Like last night, it's 4 AM and I have almost exactly this entry typed. Then Brian walks in and goes "Wanna watch a movie?" and of course I'm all "Fuck yeah I do." Nevermind that my history class started in 6 hours.
Anyway. Things feel so weird right now. Some people are still home for break, but lots of kids are also back at school. Break felt like last summer when anyone could call up anyone and be like "Steak and Shake. 15 minutes." Now I keep finding myself wanting to call people who aren't here. Weird.
I hate writing in this when I'm in a pensive mood. I don't like writing sappy things like the above paragraph and that's pretty much what comes out of a pensive mood. This is terrible. I can't even think of a good joke about coming out of YOUR pensive mood.
If all goes as planned though, one of two or maybe two of two things will happen this weekend. Saturday night will be New Years Eve Again, the third in a five part series running every Saturday night this January up here at Stratford. The other possibility is a road trip, since we've got the long weekend. I don't know where we'd go or how it would be pulled off with a party on Saturday night too, but fuck you I'll think of something.
Anyway. Things feel so weird right now. Some people are still home for break, but lots of kids are also back at school. Break felt like last summer when anyone could call up anyone and be like "Steak and Shake. 15 minutes." Now I keep finding myself wanting to call people who aren't here. Weird.
I hate writing in this when I'm in a pensive mood. I don't like writing sappy things like the above paragraph and that's pretty much what comes out of a pensive mood. This is terrible. I can't even think of a good joke about coming out of YOUR pensive mood.
If all goes as planned though, one of two or maybe two of two things will happen this weekend. Saturday night will be New Years Eve Again, the third in a five part series running every Saturday night this January up here at Stratford. The other possibility is a road trip, since we've got the long weekend. I don't know where we'd go or how it would be pulled off with a party on Saturday night too, but fuck you I'll think of something.