Goddammit, I want my SportsNight DVDs back!
This week has been so fucked up. What with the bronchitis and the missing classes and the scheduling (which is always a hassle)....blargh. Thanx to all who sent me wishes of health during the period when I couldn't get out of bed, especially, but during any phase of sickness in general.
Apparently, there are people out there who enjoy the fact that I exist. Still confused by that. Though one could argue I'm one of them. Hmmmmm.
I think "Ann Arbour" by The Get Up Kids may be the best song ever written. Or at least the best emo song. Or maybe just the best Get Up Kids song. But definitely one of those three.
"How do I find her/Bearing my heart in hand/Last winter/Ann Arbour/Was all I had/I still wear your heart around my throat/With barely the air not to choke....."
The next three songs, after that, end up being: Nirvana's "Breed", Alkaline Trio's "Clavicle", and Ben Folds Five's "Magic". My playlist is indescribably awesome, though it seems to have a rather aggressive plan to control my thoughts. That is somewhat less awesome.
Dre party turned out pretty alright, everything considered. A lot of the sweet people showed, and that was cool. Some sucky people showed, but they didn't stay long, so that was cool. I looked like a moron, and that was cool. Yeah. Looks like we'll be having another bash in the vicinity of May, and it sounds like it'll be a "White T-Shirt/Sharpie Marker" thing. Details to arrive when set.
We seem to like the theme parties. I've never known that about myself. Maybe it's just this apartment.
Damn this. Always returning to these stale thoughts and unfinished dreams. I'm too young to feel this fucking old all the time.
"Too old to bother/Too young to care/Standing all alone/Lost in my mind somewhere/I'm looking for answers/So many unknown questions/Gotta take another step/On this soul adventure/What is it I can't see/What is it I need to be/I wish I had some idea/About my destiny....." -The Bouncing Souls, "Chunksong"
I've never realized how cold I am. Closed and withdrawn. There's so much that I just refuse, more times than not, to talk about. Which is, to be a bit more explicit, what I'm fighting with right now. I'd really like to just overflow the barrier of logic, tear the world apart with jaws of fire, pour my passion across the globe.
Instead, I just search for prettier words to tell you that I'm not telling you anything. And, ultimately, fail at that as well.
For all the fine talk in previous posts about "flying from the path", I just can't seem to do it. So I'm gonna shut up.
Yeah, this whole post is pretty much pointless. Sorry. I'm gonna go play Civ2 for a while and see if I can come up with something worth reading. Peace.
Apparently, there are people out there who enjoy the fact that I exist. Still confused by that. Though one could argue I'm one of them. Hmmmmm.
I think "Ann Arbour" by The Get Up Kids may be the best song ever written. Or at least the best emo song. Or maybe just the best Get Up Kids song. But definitely one of those three.
"How do I find her/Bearing my heart in hand/Last winter/Ann Arbour/Was all I had/I still wear your heart around my throat/With barely the air not to choke....."
The next three songs, after that, end up being: Nirvana's "Breed", Alkaline Trio's "Clavicle", and Ben Folds Five's "Magic". My playlist is indescribably awesome, though it seems to have a rather aggressive plan to control my thoughts. That is somewhat less awesome.
Dre party turned out pretty alright, everything considered. A lot of the sweet people showed, and that was cool. Some sucky people showed, but they didn't stay long, so that was cool. I looked like a moron, and that was cool. Yeah. Looks like we'll be having another bash in the vicinity of May, and it sounds like it'll be a "White T-Shirt/Sharpie Marker" thing. Details to arrive when set.
We seem to like the theme parties. I've never known that about myself. Maybe it's just this apartment.
Damn this. Always returning to these stale thoughts and unfinished dreams. I'm too young to feel this fucking old all the time.
"Too old to bother/Too young to care/Standing all alone/Lost in my mind somewhere/I'm looking for answers/So many unknown questions/Gotta take another step/On this soul adventure/What is it I can't see/What is it I need to be/I wish I had some idea/About my destiny....." -The Bouncing Souls, "Chunksong"
I've never realized how cold I am. Closed and withdrawn. There's so much that I just refuse, more times than not, to talk about. Which is, to be a bit more explicit, what I'm fighting with right now. I'd really like to just overflow the barrier of logic, tear the world apart with jaws of fire, pour my passion across the globe.
Instead, I just search for prettier words to tell you that I'm not telling you anything. And, ultimately, fail at that as well.
For all the fine talk in previous posts about "flying from the path", I just can't seem to do it. So I'm gonna shut up.
Yeah, this whole post is pretty much pointless. Sorry. I'm gonna go play Civ2 for a while and see if I can come up with something worth reading. Peace.