What we are doing when we do the things we're doing
Hey there, Imaginary Audience. It's been a few weeks, so I thought I'd say that I'm settled in Denton, I have made a bunch of suspiciously fantastic friends, and in many ways my life is the best it's ever been.
I don't have much else to say. I go out with my friends and drink beers or listen to live music or both, we cook dinner for each other or I cook dinner for myself, I watch movies and read, I play guitar, I write. On weekends, I open the blinds and watch league soccer at the park across from my apartment, a modern Latino spin on Norman Rockwell. People sit in lawn chairs and yell encouragement, kids run from and towards each other in their way, sitcky-mouthed from snow-cones and screeching. I own and use two typewriters. I can't go to sleep without music or the tv on, but that will pass with time. I fall in love with someone about twice a week, but I'm starting to think that's a common problem with writers, that they have a dangerous excess of love that they give away to near strangers or turn inward on thier private little worlds. Anyway it feels good.
And that's it. I'm sorry I don't have anything depressing or insightful to say. I know that's why you came. But then again, I'm not sorry. I'm not sorry at all.
I don't have much else to say. I go out with my friends and drink beers or listen to live music or both, we cook dinner for each other or I cook dinner for myself, I watch movies and read, I play guitar, I write. On weekends, I open the blinds and watch league soccer at the park across from my apartment, a modern Latino spin on Norman Rockwell. People sit in lawn chairs and yell encouragement, kids run from and towards each other in their way, sitcky-mouthed from snow-cones and screeching. I own and use two typewriters. I can't go to sleep without music or the tv on, but that will pass with time. I fall in love with someone about twice a week, but I'm starting to think that's a common problem with writers, that they have a dangerous excess of love that they give away to near strangers or turn inward on thier private little worlds. Anyway it feels good.
And that's it. I'm sorry I don't have anything depressing or insightful to say. I know that's why you came. But then again, I'm not sorry. I'm not sorry at all.