Does anyone even read this anymore...?
Because I sure as hell don't. The pitfall of dual-blogging (hell, of dual-ANYTHINGing) is that you eventually stop caring about one of them. Poor blogger. You served me well. Well... well-ish. Hardly anybody ever read you, other than those who lived mere feet from me. But I'm still here. I don't know why.
Flying up to see Thom rather than riding with Kevin or anyone else. A little bummed, but oh well. I was rather excited to get to go on a road trip. But I got to see Kevin for a bit, and I get to see Thom tomorrow, and go to a totally bitchin' concert, so fuck yeah. Plus I get to hang out with Thom's girlfriend, who I've never met. She's going to pick me up at the airport. We're all assuming she'll be able to pick me out, as apparently there's some sort of sibling resemblance.
Travel is Tiring
I realized my dual blogging has become more of a single blogging. The reason I made this was so people from Rancho could see what I was up to, and MySpace seems to do that better. Even if it is a total friend-whore thing.
I've been awake since 4:45. As soon as I got back to my apartment I locked my door and went to bed. I think my door's still locked. No offense to the Neighbors, I just keep going to bed and lying down. I had a killer headache today, but its much better lately. It felt like my eye was trying to eject itself from my skull through carefully routed and pressurized blood vessels. I've never had a migraine before, but I kind of think that I did today.
Happy Halloween
So Halloween at school was fun enough. Barely anyone dressed up, but I figure that's probably because its Monday and most everyone had their costuming done over the weekend. I saw Slyvester (you know, the cat), and then two cute asian girls dressed up as Batman and Wonder Woman.
Going to work later, though I'll probably have to take off my guts while I'm cooking. Have a good Halloween, everyone.
Sunday Sunday Sunday
So I ended up having, like, a really good Sunday yesterday. I got out of the U-District, which is always good. I mean, don't get me wrong, I enjoy the U-District, but I also quite enjoy LEAVING it. I went down to Northgate to buy some socks as, for some reason, ALL my socks got holes in them last week. I didn't even get them at the same time, either. These are socks that were purchased at scattered times over the past couple months, and last week, all but two of them became unwearable. So new socks and other boring stuff.
I also ran into this old man who came up to me and said: "Excuse me. You're young, do you mind if I ask you a question?" I was expecting "What's an iPod?" He said: "In thirty years do you think the world will be a better place or a worse place?" So I spent about an hour talking to this Jehova's Witness ("But in the latin alphabet... Jehova begins with an 'i'."). It was a great conversation, really interesting. I've never really talked to one before, much less a minister. It was fun. Apparently they have this belief that it's possible to live forever. Personally, I don't have any idea why anyone would WANT to live forever, but whatever, the belief's still there. It really a fascinating religion, a weird blend of science and theology with an emphasis on nature and, apparently, immortality.
I was fun. Also ran into Jeb, flirted with cute Starbucks girls, ate some onion rings and ran into the most gorgeous girl on the stairwell. Here's hopin' I run into her again when she's not sprinting out the door.
Passion
It's where you expect it to be.
The thickness of the moisture in the air.
Deep kisses where you share your lover's breath
Passing between you oxygen and stagnant nicotine.
The lust manifests itself deep inside you
Growing and killing you like a cancer.
Torturing you but you can't get enough.
You love it too much.
You can't
Get
Enough
Placentia
So there's this city in southern California called "Placentia". I always thought it was the most horrid name for a city, like, ever. I don't have much to put down, because I want to go to bed. I just thought
this was hilarious. Go ahead, click on it. No one ever clicks on my fun stuff.
