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Man, summer is one long season. After more of my tradmark opinion vaciliations, I am again very eager to get back to school. I just need to finish up recording drums on my songs, and then my business here is done. Christ, I can't decide if I'm tired or bored. I think I might go downstairs and play my guitar . . . or something. Maybe just listen to stuff I've recorded. Or sing. I feel like I could use a nice sing session. Sing the song I'm listening to now, Tom Traubert's Blues by Tom Waits, one of the greatest songs ever. Maybe that's just me talking now, maybe I won't agree with that in the morning.
I feel like I need to just sleep for a week straight. The funny thing is, I don't mean this in any sort of negative way. I just would like to visit the future, even if it's just seven days into it. I suppose that when I get back to school, I'll be making more regualr entries in this. I hadn't planned on it, but this right now . . . whatever it was that led me to type here . . . this feels familiar, and it reminds me of school. So I wouldn't be surprised if my plan to neglect livejournal went neglected.
I can't freaking believe I'm almost nineteen goddamned years old. Hmm . . . in Lost Souls by Poppy Z Brite, Christian is, well, 368 years when he meets Jessy. The other character in the scene is called Nothing and, well:
"
Nothing wanted to laugh, but he could not. The thought of all those years stored up in the being who lay beside him, belly warm with his blood, mouth slick with his spit . . . no, he could not laugh. The shear weight of those years overwhelmed him. He wondered how it was for Christian. Surely three hundred and sixty-eight years of feeling could not be borne. Had Christian stopped feeling? Did he simply look upon the world watchful, shutting out joy to keep back the pain of all the years?"
"
(Lost Souls, PZB, page 225)
Yeah . . . if nineteen feels like this, 368 must be a bitch.
Oh, by the way, I've been watching tons of Aqua Teen Hunger Force. Great show.
"You know, Happy Time, just being around you kinda makes me wanna die."
-Meatwad, "Dumber Dolls"
I feel like I need to just sleep for a week straight. The funny thing is, I don't mean this in any sort of negative way. I just would like to visit the future, even if it's just seven days into it. I suppose that when I get back to school, I'll be making more regualr entries in this. I hadn't planned on it, but this right now . . . whatever it was that led me to type here . . . this feels familiar, and it reminds me of school. So I wouldn't be surprised if my plan to neglect livejournal went neglected.
I can't freaking believe I'm almost nineteen goddamned years old. Hmm . . . in Lost Souls by Poppy Z Brite, Christian is, well, 368 years when he meets Jessy. The other character in the scene is called Nothing and, well:
"
Nothing wanted to laugh, but he could not. The thought of all those years stored up in the being who lay beside him, belly warm with his blood, mouth slick with his spit . . . no, he could not laugh. The shear weight of those years overwhelmed him. He wondered how it was for Christian. Surely three hundred and sixty-eight years of feeling could not be borne. Had Christian stopped feeling? Did he simply look upon the world watchful, shutting out joy to keep back the pain of all the years?"
"
(Lost Souls, PZB, page 225)
Yeah . . . if nineteen feels like this, 368 must be a bitch.
Oh, by the way, I've been watching tons of Aqua Teen Hunger Force. Great show.
"You know, Happy Time, just being around you kinda makes me wanna die."
-Meatwad, "Dumber Dolls"