The darkness is consuming me
I try to light my fingers so I can see
10 little candles burning in the vast
Land of things that never last
Okay haven't written because... um... oh yeah! My computer got fucked up! Hah! Isn't that just fantastic!
Yeah so incase you can't tell, I'm not in an especially good mood. But if you guys know what's been going on lately, that can't be a big surprise for you. I mean, still things aren't getting better since Thursday, and other things were bad before that.
6.20.04 - Father's Day
Okay I was home by myself for alot of the day because my parents were working at my brother's soccer tournament. So I watched Y Tu Mama Tambien while they weren't home, and I'm glad I did. I don't know if any of you know what that movie's about, but you can check at the video store. I wanted to see it because Alfonso Cuaron was the director, and he did HP3 as well.
Anywho. I also made dinner for my dad yesterday, in a gesture of niceness type stuff. Hah. It was just spaghetti, because I'm not a great cook, but both my parents appreciated not having to make dinner, having it on the table when they came home from work.
6.21.04 - 1 Year!
It's the official one year anniversary of HP5 being out. I can't believe it's been a year already. That means only 2 more till the next book, maybe. Hah. That's okay. I get HP4 the movie November 18 of next year. So I have something to count down to. Right guys? I'm such a nerd. That's okay, I know it.
6.21.04 - Finally Talked to Tommy
I haven't seen Tommy in over two weeks, for the first time in a long time. I miss him! Actually, I hadn't talked to him in over two weeks until tonight. It's good to talk to him. He gave me lots of advice, but unfortunately, none of it's any good until I can talk to Ryan, who seems to have disappeared off the face of the earth.
Which just leaves me with one thing to say - and that is if I don't start talking to people soon, I will go crazy. Especially if I can't talk to Ryan. Will somebody please call me? (And get this crazy kid to call me, or IM me, or e-mail me, or anything?)
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To days of inspiration playing hookey making something out of nothing the need to express to communicate to going against the grain going insane going mad. To loving tension, no pension to more than one dimension to starving for attention hating convention hating pretention. Not to mention of course hating dear old mom and dad. To fruits, to no absolute to absolute, to choice to the village voice to any passing fad. To being an us for once instead of a them. La vie boheme.
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