Witty Title Here
Well, It’s sunday evening and I haven’t done a whole lot this weekend. I was going to go protest against Scientology, until I realized I didn’t give a damn. Ah well. What I did do (with my mother, no less), was go see The Diving Bell and the Butterfly, which (in my opinion) wasn’t anything special, even though everyone else in the whole universe thinks it’s the best thing to happen to movies ever (94% aggregate reviews at rottentomatoes, ugh).
Ennui is a good word for what I’m feeling, I think. As the readers of this blog (all three of you) may know, I’ve joined the navy, and my tentative ship date is in the middle of June. I don’t know for sure when, because my recruiter can’t give me an exact date yet, but I’ll be able to play some frisbee and chill with the college friends until I go. I LOVE frisbee.
Oh, and it’s also way too fucking cold here, so someone please buy me a nice vacation to Australia or something. Thanks.
No more accusations and fake relations, please
Streets as dry as paper
With autumn leaves
We will never leave
But everything was slow as we let it go
Cause finally we’re leavin’
And I’m not breathin’
And I just watch my life run past me slow
i would love to be you an australian vacation, homeboy. i wish i could. you could go alone and trade your frisbee for a boomerang and swim every day in the ocean and get a beautiful tan and kiss koalas and go on walkabout and it would be so lovely …. sigh.