the boring leading the bored
Saturday, August 09, 2003
put on your red shoes and dance the blues
today was a sleepy sort of day. mostly because i slept a lot. then i sat a lot. but i did go running eventually. and then i had chinese. and then i tried to make some plans for the evening and they sank into the swamp. so i tried again and sure enough andrea agreed to do borders with me. i dont know why i continue to go there when every time i do i just get sad about the fact that i dotn have a million dollars to buy all those material delights. i did indulge myself a bit... best of bowie is now mine on compact disc. smile. i have figured out that i am a music addict. in the worst kind of way. cause i have bad taste. but a habit is a habit and now i have music for the next week until i get bored.
BUT WAIT! REWIND!
last we heard from me i was lamenting my stay-at-home-ness on friday night. but i went out! at 9 45. me and shannon went to see PIRATES OF THE CARRIBEAN! Kurt and Steve met us there... and abandoned us temporarily for American Wedding... not a good move in my opinion, because they missed out on the mad swashbuckling action. it was a very good film. thats all i have to say. the real party of the evening was my random late night vigil i decided to pull for no reason. i just stayed up and did stuff, including look through my good old five subject notebook which is full of my mad ramblings. it was a fun experience. i found some wonderful quotes from some F. Scott Fitzgerald stories that i think i jotted down last year on my way to/from canada and michigan. maybe ill throw a few of those somewhere... another activity of the evening was documenting the evening. i wrote down what was going on every fifteen minutes or so... amusing. i wonder how it reads now, i havent tried yet. *****. ok just read it... its BORING! but that's alright with me.
and i present: the commentary on my big 5 subject notebook.
last august was much more interesting than this one. like... the 23rd? holy crap.
i can really write some phenomenally bad poetry.
i kinda like some of that poetry anyway.
if there were no boys in the world, i would not really need a notebook.
i have a tendency to disobey my own orders. for example, the page titled "DONT READ ME. DONT DO IT. REALLY. DONT." ? i read it. im not that sorry...
i wish i could finish my cute flapper story.
A quote from the story "The Offshore Pirate" that strikes my fancy:
"He used to laugh afterward at the phrase 'artistic suicide.' They all used it."
Another:
Time is a thief
Gladness and Grief
Cling to the leaf
As it yellows.
^aint it the truth.
i had totally forgotten i wrote some of this.
ok ill stop being boring.
music: david bowie, bien sur.
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