Feb 17, 2004 01:35
AND TODAY I ENDED UP GOING TO SEATTLE. I WOKE UP AND IT WAS THE LAST THING I WANTED TO DO.
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ALSO. I WOKE UP AND MADE BOILED EGGS. WHILE I WAS PREPING THEM I REALIZED, THE LAST TIME I MADE BOILED EGGS IT WAS THE MORNING MY MOM HAD ORIGINALLY KICKED ME AND TYLER OUT. AND I HADNT HAD BOILED EGGS SINCE THEN. SO I JUST THOUGHT IT WAS KIND OF A STRAGE INTERESTING THING THAT I JUST RANDOMLY MADE THE SAME THING ON THE SAME DAY THAT TYLER WAS FINALLY MOVING OUT, WHICH WAS CAUSED DUE TO THE ORIGINAL KICKING OUT. I HOWEVER STILL LIVE IN MY ONE BEDROOM ROOM.
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THE APARTMENT THAT CHRIS AND TYLER LIVE IN IS ABSOULUTLY WITHOUT A DOUBT THE BEST APARTMENT I THINK ANYONE COULD POSSIBLY GET IN THE CITY OF SEATTLE. IT HAS GROUND LEVEL WINDOWS AND WOOD FLOORS AND JUST FEELS SOOO OH SOO RIGHT. one of the windows gets stuck.
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I THINK IM GOING TO GET MY DRIVING ALLOWANCE CARD IN ABOUT 2- 3 WEEKS OR AROUND THEN.
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best realization of the night."i dont think we need to smoke pot anymore to influence the spaceyness in out music. i think we just can do it now." "yeah i was just thinking the same thing!".
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things are better form here on out. some things not. some things i cant decide, but will someday.
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brad P. AND I HAD A GREAT ADVENTUROUS RIDE BACK TO MY HOUSE WHERE HE DROPPED ME OFF. DOES ANYONE REALIZE,,, LIKE ACTUALLY REALIZE HOW REDICULOUSLY MANY SHELL GAS STAIONS THERE ARE AROUND THEESE AND THOSE PARTS TODAY. I COULDNT WE COULDNT BELIEVE IT, THERE WERE ALOT. ALOT OF SHELLS. GAS STATIONS..
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i was thinking. WHEN STEROLAB PLAYS AT SHOWBOX I REALLY HOPE THAT THEY DO ALL THE ABSOULT STERO PANNING ON THEIR RECORDINGS. BECAUSE, I REALLY BELIEVE THAT THE SONGS WOULD BE TOTALLY DIFFERNT SOUNDING IF IT WASNT SO SPREAD OUT AND WIDE AND STERO AND STEREO. ITS LIKE SOME SORT OF STEREOLAB.
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the pernice brothers can always make a dull day beutiful.
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chris served a real cutie tonight at top pot. sissy didnt get the digits though. thats where i step in......
......." chris man, whats the deal? your looking for love, but i just dont think your searching that hard. if you had any ambition you would walk right out that door and rape that girl of every number she is attached to."
......."Danny, what??? that coming from you has no effect on me!"
......."Chris, dont think of that now, stop thinking of what is! reach for what could be........ i really mean it.
........(chris continues to bus the dirty coffee cups.)
........".........Danny....,."
......."fine chris. if you wont i will".
.......(i know run out the door, and see the young beuty about one block away outside sitting on a bench, looking just as stunning as when she graced the dougnut shop with her beutiful eyes and long black hair, and her sexy boots. i walk the block and come to her).
......."hello , hi. im Danny. i was in the doughnut place just a second ago. my friend chris is the barita doughnut boy there... and well this probobly sounds really lame, but i had a strange vision while you were getting your things in there. and i really think you need to give him your phone number, or at least go in there and talk to him."
......."ummmmm, thats a little strange... uhh. he looked a little young."
......."well i thought you looked a little old, but i still think you should really give me some way for him to contact you..........how old are you though?"
......."just turned 19. february 7"
......" chris to! on both. i think anyway.... im not sure. i think he is on the 7th. come on a number, or anyting, you seem so nice , i think you would like him."
......well none of that happend. sorry for the bad story. unless you thought it was a good story, i appreciate your liking. and if it upsets you because i was lieing during the telling of this fantasy tale, i apologize. its my nature. TO APOLOGIZE. and i mean it. im an honest liar.
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the hour is late and my cold sheets call to me from their dimly lit dormatory. some places we call our own, and fall into comfort, others we leave behind with no memeory or reminder of the happiness brought in the time of need. one thought into the past of the past dwellings we have ascociated our flesh and bones to, and it mixes my mind into a thousand shapes to an extent far to extreme to comprehend. comprehension is for no man to obtain, but only to long for and try with all his power to understand. .........possiblilites of comprehending compresion??? now thats a pardox.
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g o o d n i g h t.
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once again i honestly apoligize if you have come to this point in this post and realized that you have wasted a small portion of your precious time here on this silent planet. dont think of it as wasted time please. try to grow from the words i forced you to view and take to thought. give it a second thought. give everything a second thought. but be honest.