I got
hit by a car. It hurts a lot more than you'd think. Nothing serious really, a sprained shoulder, a few scrapes and a mortally wounded sense of pride. I was crossing a road when some idiot tried to do a u-turn or somesuch, lost control and clipped me as I tried to flee across the road. She then noticed she'd hit me in the butt (I know), and started crying and calling for a doctor and whatnot. After a lot of doodah I got home around 2 a.m. Tired.
On the other hand - Yay for cool bandages!
I've got some holiday coming up in less than a month, and I've got a hard time finding the words to describe how much I'm looking forward to it. Work has been getting progressively less crap recently, but it still feels like such a dead end place - not least because at 24 I'm the fourth oldest person currently employed, aside from the company C.E.O and whatnot. Anyway; Holiday = woo. I'm going to go to the beach and to the woods and to the city and and and and stuff. I think I'll go out to the suburbs, see some people and shoot some hoops (no, really. I kick ass at basket ball).
I re-read Jack Kerouac's "On the Road" this week. It's a decent book, but it did always strike me as a bit... what's the word... redundant. Luckily it was better the second time around. The whole freedom of what Kerouac did back in the 1950s or whenever it was does strike me as a thing that's near on impossible today. I also think the world was more picturesquely beautiful back in the 50s when people had big ol' fake smiles on their faces and didn't worry too much about global warming, economics and whatnot, and just surpressed those things and carried on. I reckon if you travelled around the US today you'd end up with a book that describes... I don't know... the floors of McDonald's from Buffalo to Wyoming or something. Hell, I'd like to write a book like that. I'd call it "Pissing in the US" for which the concept would be that I'd travel from state to state and have a good ol' slash on every state border. Assuming the public urination laws are quite similar to those in Britain, I'd have to find a toilet.
It does sound fun. Kind of like the time me and my friends drunkenly got on the Interrail in Europe, and eventually came to in Rome. We had ice cream.
Music:
Boris - Pink. Japanese noise/shoegaze/pretty.
Okkervil River - The Stage Names. Awesome.
I Love You But I've Chosen Darkness - Fear is on our side. How good is that band's name?
Book:
Capote - In Cold Blood. Read it. Read it now.
On the other hand - Yay for cool bandages!
I've got some holiday coming up in less than a month, and I've got a hard time finding the words to describe how much I'm looking forward to it. Work has been getting progressively less crap recently, but it still feels like such a dead end place - not least because at 24 I'm the fourth oldest person currently employed, aside from the company C.E.O and whatnot. Anyway; Holiday = woo. I'm going to go to the beach and to the woods and to the city and and and and stuff. I think I'll go out to the suburbs, see some people and shoot some hoops (no, really. I kick ass at basket ball).
I re-read Jack Kerouac's "On the Road" this week. It's a decent book, but it did always strike me as a bit... what's the word... redundant. Luckily it was better the second time around. The whole freedom of what Kerouac did back in the 1950s or whenever it was does strike me as a thing that's near on impossible today. I also think the world was more picturesquely beautiful back in the 50s when people had big ol' fake smiles on their faces and didn't worry too much about global warming, economics and whatnot, and just surpressed those things and carried on. I reckon if you travelled around the US today you'd end up with a book that describes... I don't know... the floors of McDonald's from Buffalo to Wyoming or something. Hell, I'd like to write a book like that. I'd call it "Pissing in the US" for which the concept would be that I'd travel from state to state and have a good ol' slash on every state border. Assuming the public urination laws are quite similar to those in Britain, I'd have to find a toilet.
It does sound fun. Kind of like the time me and my friends drunkenly got on the Interrail in Europe, and eventually came to in Rome. We had ice cream.
Music:
Boris - Pink. Japanese noise/shoegaze/pretty.
Okkervil River - The Stage Names. Awesome.
I Love You But I've Chosen Darkness - Fear is on our side. How good is that band's name?
Book:
Capote - In Cold Blood. Read it. Read it now.