she works hard for the money.
srsly.
i gots some of that lil' caesars tonight...lots of pizza for 6 bucks. ready-made, microwaves pretty well...i probably would have fallen asleep ages ago without it.
noticed that RA fried his laptop today and apparently lost shitloads of recorded demos and movies and whatnot. ha. not that that's funny, but universal parallel-ness-ity is amusing.
how the FUCK do you record demos and shit and be an artist as fucking intense as that guy and not, like, burn your 189 millionish demos onto fucking CDs or something? that's insane. whenever i write ANYTHING, it immediately goes to hard copy. well, song-wise, at least. the fact that i'm here all night tonight retyping shit i wrote last week and the week before sort of makes my point pointless. yes? no. moving on.
had some donuts with em and co. this morning...wasn't too jacked about waking up early after staying here till half past a monkey's ass last night, but i wanted to see 'em because they haven't been around lately (or it's probably more appropriate to say i haven't been around lately and thusly have missed them when they were around). it was cool. great way to start the day.
i'm trying to appreciate these sorts of things more instead of just being afraid of feeling good about anything that's actually good. a much better way to go through life. it's not so hard to get used to the idea of love once you start kicking it around. the dark parts just start to seem petty and spiteful, and they go away easier now, almost as easy as they did when you were three and someone put a popsicle in your mouth. or a bomb pop. oh fuck, don't get me started.
anyway, so i blew up my laptop, for instance. and that obviously sucks, and is obviously sort of making my present life a living hell. but so what? it cost like 1000ism bucks to replace, which blows ass and which i don't have and had to pay on credit, but i'll find a way to pay it off eventually, and i pretty much have anything else i need at any given time, and i've had experiences even in the last 2 weeks, just tiny little inflections and expressions and moments that i wouldn't trade for 1000 bucks, so what's the point in getting all tied up about it? stupid, stupid. moving on.
eating some pizza. going to drive home and drop off my car. S almost got a parking ticket the other day because we thought we could beat the metermaid...don't want to take my chances, even though they don't start ticketing until 9 and i'll be gone (hopefully) and zzzzzzing by 10. so i'm taking her home and walking back at 5am. is beautiful and quiet, and the clouds are orange in that weird pullman way that means they can't decide whether to storm or just be the wrong color all night. when i get back i plan to watch a bit of 24 on pads' laptop and then probably by then it'll be sunrise and i can hammer out some paper outlines and teach my class and get a little sleep before coming back and doing it again. yay. 10 more days...i can never decide if that's a blessing or a curse.
then i'll be in the air and back to ohio. i love going home, but the longer i'm here, the harder and harder it gets to leave. i suppose there are worse things than loving too much.
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