i don't really have much to talk about. last night i went to dinner at my spanish friend alex's house. yes a real house. she made a lot of food and it was all very good and i felt very happy. it was kind of far away and i didn't really want to go but i got off my ass anyways against better judgement and it kind of paid off.
today i went to class. it was a bummer.
i came home and transformers had finished downloading. i watched it. i'll go ahead and give it a b. i was going to give it a b+ because it hit all the necessary buttons a movie in that genre needs to hit so well, but then michael bay's name popped up at the end and i just couldn't do it. the guy made pearl harbor.
i mean... pearl harbor.
coldplay is kind of girly. but sometimes i still listen to spies off of parachutes because it reminds me that once upon a time in highschool i would lay on my back on the floor of my friend poli's room and would stare at the ceiling for a while not really doing much. kind of weird? sure. kind of relaxing? yes. until his dog sized cat would come in and walk on me while i was half sleeping, leaving a trail of nasty cat hair all over anything i wore. i hate that cat.
i'm tired of pants that are too long. is it too much to ask for people to sell pants in both a waist size and a leg length? maybe it is. oh it is? i'm sorry, i didn't know.
there's a spanish vice magazine on my table here and i've been keeping it because there are some terrific pictures in it i'd like to put in my room to disguise this filthy wall color but i've been lazy and haven't gotten pins or putty or whatever i need to put stuff up on the walls so it's just been hanging out here on my table for a couple weeks. whenever i got back from san sebastian i guess.
i'm going to ireland this weekend. dublin.
it's pretty ballsy to try and cover a sigur ros song. thursday didn't do too bad. wolf ticket... oh well.
i like the song ohio by damien jurado very much. the rest of it, i just can't really get into.
i ask where she's headed she tells me ohio i've not seen my mother in ages. it's been a long time. a real long time.
time to leave. love you all.
except for nate, nick, casey and poli.
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