Sammich

EDIT: Anya Marina's cover of Whatever You Like + fall nights= most melancholy/surreal/pretty thing everr. true story, I was there


I just ate a sammich. It wasn't that tasty. I should learn to make better sammiches. I also happen to be listening to Passion Pit....I like passion pit. Especially the song Sleepyhead. It's so cool. reminds me of Palm Pixie, and the sun baking me in Kayla's ground floor apartment, and all of last year. that was a good year. that's when I got my awethome Prada lenses, omnomnom....I'm ranting. Do people read rants? Gavin hid his blog, so I can't read his rants, but he can read my rants. That's cool I guess. To be honest, I was wondering why my blogger homepage hadn't had a new post from him in AGESSSS (throw arms up in air for maximum effect!).


my tummy is still grumbling, asking for more food. "Feed me boss Alex" it says (best imagined w/ James Earl Jones voice)

i find it weird that it seems as if it's always James Earl Jones' voice people go to when they want a commanding rumbly voice...but his voice is just so majestic and regal, you'd be hard pressed to find another voice worthy of insane head narrations.

insane I say! although, let's be fair, Morgan Freeman's voice is as pure and timeless as the mountain air itself. Oh gosh.

Things white people like: Old black movie stars' voices.

My car is in the shop. You all ever read Catcher in the Rye? I did, senior year of high school. I like it. my engine will be installed Thursday/Friday. I like Catcher in the Rye because it really does just seem like some kid's ramblings.

maybe I also like it because everyone's all "OHEMGEE iz such a bad book u guyz, Lennon was killed because of it" first off: hush yer mouf.

that's all I've got on the Lennon assassination, but I really did enjoy the book. Maybe it spoke to me. But it spoke to everyone in my class. Even those who don't seem like they're fucked up. Like Nick Herrman. He had his stuff together. Plus being one of the smartest people in the school had to help.


gosh there are so many smart people. I think I'm pretty smart in some areas. But then I meet these people who are all over politics and philosophy and language. and I'm all like "damn dude, I wanna be smart and know everything you do, and have ironic conversations about the state of American politics, and drink that cheap beer"

but then I realize it means I have to sit down, and focus and learn all this. So it just becomes easier to sit back and watch them argue and drink their cheap beer...

my scar is so itchy. Sometimes I just want to dig into it, like a piece of pie. with a fork and everything.

just tear it off. but it hurts to apply any force to it. :( can't consume what hurts, can you? No, you can't.

I want to write stories. and poems. and screenplays. and letters. letters to the governor and editors. and my congressman. I won't have much to say. Just give them something lighthearted and wacky to read, brighten up their days. But hopefully it won't be like "stalker wacky" cause I don't want to get arrested by the secret service. or FBI. ATF? yeah if they arrested me I'd be ok, cause you don't hear a lot of activity from the ATF. or the Marshal service.

If i was a cowboy, I'd shoot a man dead in town for looking at me funny

THOUGHTS?COMMENTS?

I think I imagine it when people give me funny looks. but other times, i swear they REALLY are (zomg watch out) it's not doing a lot for my self esteem. being me is already hard enough.

but it's not that hard, i'm not a lil scissorfaggot emo kiddy (no idea what a scissorfaggot is, but I like the look of it)

gosh it's time to work again/already....


psssst here's the part where i talk about my weekend:

on Friday I hung out with Kristina Piasecki. She drove me around, I bought some clothes and season one of Community on DVD, then we went to her apartment, where we watched the majority of it/she started knitting a blanket for her sister's graduation/we laughed while listening to her roomie and her boyfriend fuck for 4 hours...srsly they did, it was awkward (thin walls, you hear?)

I find it's better to rant and talk in circles, so no one knows what the hell you're trying to say.

Saturday night Kayla actually hung out with me. we drove to the pier and walked it, then drove home...it was bittersweet. nostalgic. really really dark outside. like a movie. it gets really dark lately here. and i always feel like i'm in a surreal filmscape. gosh idk...fall is here and i've got this sad bitter little feeling in my chest at night because of it. :-/


siighhhhhhh

war war war i declare war/eyes twitching