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There's nothing I love more than riding my bike these days. Today I was especially proud of my journey to this house that I sort of "break into" when I sort of "feel like it" because I got here fast. I was only in the middle of my favorite Styx song on my super saucy dance mix I luckily programmed into my iPod before my computer crashed. There's something about wiping the sweat off your forehead and finding a squished bug that I relish. The burning in my lungs from the seemingly endless journey up the 900 East gradual incline. The air that I can still call Spring for a few more days. It's an especailly good feeling when your days are suddenly empty with the loss of what you viewed a "special" friend. Whatever the fuck that means to me these days. I have to say: quite little. Still, you get in patterns. Habits that - as They say - die hard. And the book in my backpack entitled How to be Alone makes me look like a fool even though it's actually an intelligent look at modern technology and privacy issues and not the assumed self help nonsense the title implies.
At any rate, I saw Nacho Libre and I recommend it to everyone who enjoys a good fart joke. I am of that class of people, so I liked it. That said, I am also very jealous of Jared and Jarusha and wish that they hadn't gone to my school so we all didn't feel like we sort of have to live up to their example.
Samson's would-be wife was killed when he acted out in anger. So, it seems to me, he spent the rest of his life mourning her. To the point of allowing his new obsession - who he might have had attachment issues with - cut off his hair, rendering him incapable of anything but suicide. What disturbs me the most about this story is that he played with the notion, telling Delilah false ways of weakening him. And even when he knew that she would betray him in the end, he gave up his deathly secret. Is this love? Or is this just the extreme desperation that accompanies loss? Or, maybe, Samson was just tired of always being so fucking strong.
I've been watching a lot of Lost. Say what you will, I stand by the fact that that show rocks.
At any rate, I saw Nacho Libre and I recommend it to everyone who enjoys a good fart joke. I am of that class of people, so I liked it. That said, I am also very jealous of Jared and Jarusha and wish that they hadn't gone to my school so we all didn't feel like we sort of have to live up to their example.
Samson's would-be wife was killed when he acted out in anger. So, it seems to me, he spent the rest of his life mourning her. To the point of allowing his new obsession - who he might have had attachment issues with - cut off his hair, rendering him incapable of anything but suicide. What disturbs me the most about this story is that he played with the notion, telling Delilah false ways of weakening him. And even when he knew that she would betray him in the end, he gave up his deathly secret. Is this love? Or is this just the extreme desperation that accompanies loss? Or, maybe, Samson was just tired of always being so fucking strong.
I've been watching a lot of Lost. Say what you will, I stand by the fact that that show rocks.