February 13th and I didn't even mention Valentine's Day....wait.....damn it.
I generally hate snow. I mean I'm a real sap for a white Christmas, but as far as I'm concerned New Year's can feel like summer. There is one cool effect that a fresh snow storm has though. Silence. Pure Silence. When the world around me is silent, it feels like time has begun to crawl...slowing.....down.........until...............it..................................stops.
and then five hundred feet away, a door opens. Shortly after, said door closes. Voices are heard clear across the distance and I am still. Time doesn't stop for anything.
People are crazy. Tonight I heard a demonic voice in Thompson Tunnel. I swore it had to be some students filming some dialog, but I couldn't hear the other lines. There were only demonic threats; high and harsh words echoing without response. It was a girl, sitting alone on the floor yelling at someone over the phone over what appeared to be a series of lectures and threats about never doing "that" again. She was red-faced and staring at her open laptop which I gathered had been the source that informed her that something was missing and needed re-typing. Not something that seemed like it deserved such verbal abuse, but like I said, people are crazy.
I have three paths open to me right now. Well I obviously have more than that, but I'm talking the big paths. The ones you live your life by. Maybe I'll be a filmmaker... then again maybe I'll focus on my studies get into med-school, and try to become a psychiatrist.... then again maybe I'll start this booking agency and try to own a club of my own by the time that I'm 35. They all look good to me. If I don't choose though, I get squat. So choices choices.... I have to make one sometime in the next year and a half.
Question everything, but trust that most people have good intentions. That's my advice... or my mantra. I haven't decided yet.
Goodnight.
and then five hundred feet away, a door opens. Shortly after, said door closes. Voices are heard clear across the distance and I am still. Time doesn't stop for anything.
People are crazy. Tonight I heard a demonic voice in Thompson Tunnel. I swore it had to be some students filming some dialog, but I couldn't hear the other lines. There were only demonic threats; high and harsh words echoing without response. It was a girl, sitting alone on the floor yelling at someone over the phone over what appeared to be a series of lectures and threats about never doing "that" again. She was red-faced and staring at her open laptop which I gathered had been the source that informed her that something was missing and needed re-typing. Not something that seemed like it deserved such verbal abuse, but like I said, people are crazy.
I have three paths open to me right now. Well I obviously have more than that, but I'm talking the big paths. The ones you live your life by. Maybe I'll be a filmmaker... then again maybe I'll focus on my studies get into med-school, and try to become a psychiatrist.... then again maybe I'll start this booking agency and try to own a club of my own by the time that I'm 35. They all look good to me. If I don't choose though, I get squat. So choices choices.... I have to make one sometime in the next year and a half.
Question everything, but trust that most people have good intentions. That's my advice... or my mantra. I haven't decided yet.
Goodnight.