wasted days

like a spreading disease

Well, looks like we’re going back to school, kicking and screaming. Fair enough. Honestly, I don’t even mind. I don’t particularly feel like working, but so far as I know we don’t have any major projects (save for an English essay and that Chem video) to be doing. Whatever comes, it can’t be as bad as the hell that is the end of the third quarter. So it’s all good. Until next time…

Background noise: “Come Out and Play [keep 'em separated]” Offspring

vicious rumours abound

As soon as I get around to it I’m going to put a disclaimer on the top of this page, stating clearly that whatever I write here is sometimes total nonsense and very, very rarely has any bearing on reality. So just don’t use it to base anything on. Case in point: All that rambling about love and whatnot, I have no fucking clue what I’m talking about. It seemed important at the time, whatever it was I was thinking, but I assure you it isn’t going to make sense to anyone (least of all me). Especially considering how poorly I articulated my already- convoluted thoughts. So please, enough of this crazy talk.

foam on the creek

My posts have been rather abstract (read: incoherent) lately. I think I’m trying to be clever, but obviously it just comes off sounding inarticulate. So why don’t we do a nice, down-to-earth, what-I-did-today kind of a post:

I slept late this morning, thankfully. My room is still in the process of being painted, so I can’t sleep there. I’ve been sleeping in the basement there past two nights, because the guest room in our house gets very light as soon as the sun comes up at 6 in the morning. Unfortunately, the cat sleeps in the basement too, so she has a tendency to wake me up at 6:30 when she is usually let out. But not today. For whatever reason she didn’t make much noise, my dad let her out at 7:00 and she was back in time to be lying on the sleeping bag when I awoke at 10:00.

I got up, poked around the house (which was already buzzing with activity, my dad was finished painting for the day and my mom was doing… something), ate my breakfast and took a shower. By then it was 11:30. I didn’t do anything of consequence for the rest of the day, was on the computer for a while (If anyone out there happens to know anything about DNS servers, e-mail me). I watched the first half of Fight Club in the late afternoon. I’ll watch the rest tonight, while my parents are at the movies.

Despite my abundance of sleep, I’m a bit tired. Not much, though, and I haven’t really been tired all day. Which is nice, but its a little sad to think that I didn’t do anything productive with this time. Ah well, that’s what spring break is for. Speaking of which, I don’t want to go back to school. I guess it’ll be nice to see some people again, but at this point I think another week would be just fine. Of course, then it would be even worse having to go back. So maybe its for the better that we’re going now. After all, I don’t mind it too much.

Background noise: “Light up my Room” Barenaked Ladies

spit

Not a prison cell, Mark. It’s way more liberating than that. But I really don’t know what I’m talking about, now do I, so perhaps I won’t bother to further explain myself.

Yesterday we went to Matt Freeman’s, as planned. It was a good time, I believe. We just hung out for 6 hours. Zoë, Ben and I got there at 5:00, after almost getting lost a couple times. Maggie and Alex got there at 8, and we all partayed. I’m not entirely sure how we spent that much time and didn’t really do anything, but we did, so it doesn’t matter.

oodles of poodles

This is so wrong on so many levels: http://www.kiss-my-kitty.com/white/

workout

I was waiting for my bus, lying on a bench next to Wright Street, and this little bird flies up into a tree. I just sat there, watching it. It flew away within 30 seconds, but for some reason it left a lasting impression.

We’re supposed to be at Matt’s tonight, but I’ve gotta figure out how I’m going to get there. I’ll call Ben up and see if we can get a carpool going or something.

In the meantime, I might just take a nap, or at least lay on the couch. I’m tired.

understand me

Love is being nervous as fucking hell whenever you aren’t with the person. The most beautiful illustrations of misery are often the ones you cannot shake from your head, no matter how insignificant they are.

what fun

So my dad and I go to Mallwart to get some mulch. We’ve got 25 bags of the stuff and a row of trees. I figured we were going to just unload it at the end of the driveway and have to lug it across the yard later. But no! My dad did the sensible thing (which I had suggested a couple days ago) and we drove the car along the line of trees. I drove, he unloaded. Of course, driving on our lawn would’ve ruined the grass, so we did it on the lot next door (the trees are along the property line). There isn’t a house there, so I don’t see how anyone should care. It was fun at the end, careening around the empty lot with the headlights off (so as to not arouse the suspicions of the other neighbors, although I don’t think it changed anything). As I was coming back onto the street, one of the neighbors walking his dog smiled and waved. I couldn’t help but laugh to myself, for whatever reason.

life goes on

What a perfectly wonderful day. I went over to Zoë’s and had lunch with her family, then we all went to the sculpture garden. The weather is fantastic; I wish I didn’t have to leave so soon. But I had to get back home. I just called my dad, he’s going to come help me paint my room.

Tomorrow, though, I have nothing to do. Anyone know when the Uni High soccer game is? I’ll go over to that if I can. and besides that, I’m thinking I’ll just spend a few hours outside with Zoë getting sunburned. Life is beautiful.

Random topic shift: Life is Beautiful was a movie as well. I’m sure many of you saw it, it was Italian but was pretty big over here a few years ago. It was about this Italian Jew and his family during the Holocaust. It was incredibly sad, and really rather morbidly ironic the way the main character, who was always this very funny guy, dealt with the concentration camp, especially since his wife and son were there as well. It was incredibly depressing when he died. But still, I think (and this is probably wrong, but it doesn’t matter) the message was overall rather hopeful. This didn’t occur to me at the time, but thinking about it just now I realize that maybe the idea is that it doesn’t matter if you die or how so, but instead that you do what you can with the time you’ve got. The main character (whose name I don’t even remember) was hopeful, or at least put on the facade of such happiness. So make life look beautiful, and it is.

This is all just one big mash of optimism that doesn’t make any sense, so fuck it I’m done.

Background noise: “On & On & On” Catch 22

Bill Waterson is a genius.