Thursday, May 27, 2010

I'll take 'd', Bob.

Video killed the radio star? Well netflix killed the iaoos star. As you can see in my previous post, I'm not the biggest fan of writing anyways, but 2 months just isn't acceptable. Well, I'm back now, and I'd say I'm going to make a more concerted effort to update this bitch but I'm not going to lie to you. It's funny that I'm no better at updating an online journal than I am a hand-held one. My mom tried a few times to get me to write in a journal, but after about a month it'd be done with. I think I have like 3 or 4 journals that are about 1/20th filled. Pathetic, I know. I'm always kind of confused what to write, though, also. I imagine there's no "right" way to keep a journal, but do I write to it like it's my psychiatrist? "Hey journal, I've been really drunk lately, I wake up to a shot of cuervo and go to sleep to a shot of jack. I love my life, don't you?" I dunno, and come to think of it, I don't care. Well, I don't think I care at least. And now that I'm rambling, can you ramble when writing or is it a verbal thing, I wonder who I'm writing this for... Am I writing it for you? You being the 1 person who reads this every 6 months. Or am I writing it for myself? Future generations? It'd be a bit conceited of me to think that anyone else actually cares what I have to write, but if I'm writing it for myself, does that make my quasi-schizo (pronounced skitzo), memory problems? Lame? All of the above? I'll take 'd', Bob.

And now for a Boston area book report:
For my report I read Oliva Twist. Queea name, I know, the book wuznt haaf baad.

And now for something completely different.

I'm going camping this weekend for memorial day. I'm not sure if it's a reminiscience type of thing, but I fucking love camping. When I was younger we'd go camping at least once every summer, and it's just fun. When I look back, I have so many great memories from camping. Gathering wood for the fire, starting it from scratch (no girlscout starter), sitting back drinking a beer, fooling around with the pretty girls who were camping too, swimming with dolphins, white-water rafting, bike riding, sleeping in a dry tent during a downpour (no better way to sleep...almost). I don't normally get "excited" for things. You know that feeling you used to get as a kid, kind of a fuzzy feeling in your chest, yeah, well I don't get it any more. But this is close to making it come back.

P.S. I don't know if you know this about me, but Fuck The Jets!!!! Just thought I'd throw that in there. Night folks.

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