A time of things...
Friday was a good time. First day in quite a while that i actually had the chance to do something that i WANTED. Not to say that i hate school, but its not really something i have a choice about now that i am committed to it. And work? Well, fuck it. Anyway- friday- star wars negotiations at pick me up, trivial pursuit at filter, chillin at Daniela's, dancin with gene to music that didnt exist, making cheech die on camera, etc. Good times.
There was something confusing and electric in my brain when i got home. Brilliant and depressing at the same time, so i sat down and read gene's birthday present to me before i fell asleep. (He got me a first edition Vonnegut book (with illustrations). I want to marry Vonnegut, but i also want to learn how to land.
I learned how to fly a long time ago, but landing is still a trick.
I work tonight, as i did last night as well. On my way home last night, i got some news... or rather, an opportunity. And i cant get it out of my head. When i was finally alone last night, in my basement, i just started crying- brilliant and depressing at the same time. An opportunity for freedom and flexibility, and a destruction of some poison that has become a part of me.
I dont take enough chances. I dont do enough stupid things.
This is one worth pursuing.
Wish me luck in my ambiguity.
There was something confusing and electric in my brain when i got home. Brilliant and depressing at the same time, so i sat down and read gene's birthday present to me before i fell asleep. (He got me a first edition Vonnegut book (with illustrations). I want to marry Vonnegut, but i also want to learn how to land.
I learned how to fly a long time ago, but landing is still a trick.
I work tonight, as i did last night as well. On my way home last night, i got some news... or rather, an opportunity. And i cant get it out of my head. When i was finally alone last night, in my basement, i just started crying- brilliant and depressing at the same time. An opportunity for freedom and flexibility, and a destruction of some poison that has become a part of me.
I dont take enough chances. I dont do enough stupid things.
This is one worth pursuing.
Wish me luck in my ambiguity.