oh look at that, it’s also wednesday night and time for another song. sorry i missed last week with it being holiday time. what can you do. all i can do is offer a really good tune this week to make up for it. this has been commanding my stereo time a lot lately, and it’s a well-written and rocking song. it’s called nebraska by the lawrence arms. it’s the new song of the week, so enjoy.
i’ve been feeling like time is so precious lately. i’m not even that busy, really, but it seems like i’m getting almost no solid blocks of time in which to just sort of sit back and do whatever i like. maybe i’m just not appreciating them when i get them most of the time. i do know that when i do recognize myself in a moment of relaxation or peace or leisure, it feels so very novel and rare, that i really have been relishing it, and wondering why i don’t get more time like that. i must be doing something wrong here.
i hope to have some of that soon. but here’s a story. i was doing laundry this evening, and i saw a quarter on top of one of the machines. i thought to myself, “bonus, free quarter. lucky me.” then i picked it up, and found that it wasn’t a quarter. it was a canadian quarter. sitting right there on top of a laundry machine in los angeles. how did it get there? why was it just left there by whomever brought it in? would it work in the american laundry machine? these are all questions i asked myself. but i also picked it up and took it back to my room with me. it’s probably a mystical, cosmic sign of some sort. and these things must be heeded.
time for more christmas shopping.
i have class in a couple minutes, so this must be brief.
wait, i forgot what i was going to say anyway. i probably didn’t even have anything to say.
but today feels like it’ll be good. so good morning, world.
sometimes you just can’t explain it, i guess.
i feel like i’ve been sparse the past couple days. maybe not. but let’s continue.
if i didn’t say it before, i’m gonna say it again now. it’s fucking great to have josh back. what a good guy. it’s hard to actively miss someone for a really long time, but it’s really easy, once someone’s back, for all the reasons you missed them so much when they first left to come rushing back, in the form of a list of reasons why they’re so obviously great. i just like having him around much better than i like not having him around, and that’s more apparent to me now that he’s back. rock and roll.
we only have 8 class days left, then exams. now there’s some good news. get on, move on with your life, it’s pointless to play if you don’t get paid, i say. and so did they. plus my loans are going through (luckily) for next semester so i can afford all my classes, and i got some change back from this semester the other day… the end of the semester bonus points are racking up. all this almost cancels out the dumb projects that are due.
i’ll spare you the same old “i’m a swamped college guy at finals time” complaints, actually. i’m tired of thinking those thoughts, so i can’t imagine you’d care to hear them from me.
illinois dwellers: careful, i will be within your boundaries one month from yesterday to reclaim the glory of my homeland. and maybe wreak some havoc. perhaps i’ll bump into you — if you’re lucky.
don’t worry; as i told someone recently, mock egotism is the only kind i’m really capable of.
today i woke up feeling like a million bucks. i credit a special friend. things just felt good last night, and today. my buddy is back from down under, and the crappy things just don’t seem so troublesome today. that’s what happens when you know there are people out there that think the world of you.
this morning at work, the girl i have a crush on must have been trying to do me in. she was wearing this brown overcoat thing, but the sleeve was torn behind the shoulder. i poked my finger through and said, “looks like you need a new coat,” because i am very clever.
she responded by telling me she got that coat for three dollars at a thrift store, and that the rip was fine because it gave the jacket character. then she said, “and look, i can’t put anything in this pocket, because,” and she sticks her hand into the right pocket, and out through the bottom inside of the coat, waving at me with her fingers. then she said, and this is what did it for me, “but that’s the way i like ’em.”
wow. this girl needs to be roped in somehow. she’s really funny. and wears dark red lipstick…
any advice or suggestions could never hurt.
i added another linky poo. my pal virginia is the greatest, even though i never seem to get to talk to her. or i just don’t as much as i should. i can admit my own faults, yes i can.
virginia is an old school buddy of mine. i wish, like her, more of my friends that lived away from here had blogs so i could keep tabs on them. she’s a good start though.
okay, it’s really monday now, and i feel a little bit better after relaxing a little last night. i should mention, now that the ordeal of travelling is over, that i did enjoy going home quite a bit, despite it all. and it’s nice too that i’ll get to see my family again in only three weeks, only for a longer span of time. and i love christmastime, so that should be a good vacation.
our long lost roommate who was in australia all semseter is landing at LAX in about an hour, if the flights were on time. i haven’t seen that guy, one of my best friends on earth, since mid-july i think. it’s insane! it’ll be so good to see him, some sort of celebration may be in order. i still have to do my radio show at 7 tonight though, so we’ll have to see what and when this may happen.
celebration or no, we’re gonna have a fifth, honorary roommate sleeping on our couch for the next few weeks, with nothing to do but chill out and have a good time. the bastard. i wish my semester was over and all i had to do was eat fast food, watch movies, play video games, and have everyone tell me how good it is that i’m back.
but at least i have a bed to sleep in. bangarang.
since it’s technically monday now, i’m going to tell you about yesterday, which was technically just a few minutes ago, at this point. but i’ll paint you a picture of my sunday.
12:30pm central time: i leave for houston’s airport from my house. this takes maybe half an hour.
1:00 central: i get to the airport, and have to wait around for a long time for a take-off to chicago, where i transfer to a plane to LA.
2:30 central: take off. two and a half hours in the air. read d.h. lawrence’s lady chatterly’s lover and make some real progress, and listen to music.
5:00 central: around this time i land in chicago. i feel all tingly because i love chicago, even though i’m only going to be there for an hour, in an airport. plan to wait a little over an hour to get on plane to LA.
5:30 central (approximately): i realize i left my book tucked into the seat pocket on the plane that has probably just left. fuck. i was halfway through it and it was really good. now i have to buy a new copy of that book on monday. luckily i also had a backup book, a collection of oscar wilde plays.
6:45 central: after being delayed about 20 extra minutes of wait time, we take off from o’hare. this flight is scheduled to take four and a quarter hours. i listen to music, watch the score with robert deniro and ed norton, and read the introduction to the new book, but don’t feel like reading anymore. the baby in the seat behind me screams for the whole last 20 minutes of the flight. i swear, this kid has a vendetta, because he KNOWS how he’s driving the whole back half of the plane crazy. this wasn’t just cute kid crying, this was screaming, bawling, terrible cries. very grating.
9:00 pacific (11 central): we land. we have to walk a hell of a long way through the rerouted LA airport to get to luggage. we get to the claim, and i swear to christ, an entire nursing home full of old people must be arriving in LA from a group trip to hawaii or something. they decide to look for their luggage right behind/around/in front of me, and they’re freaking out because their luggage isn’t there yet, or it went by and no one picked it up for them (it comes back around, you’d think they’d calm down. it’s a circle, people), or something. they’re all crotchety. it’s insane and driving me crazy. my luggage takes forever to come out, naturally.
9:45 pacific (11:45 central): i finally get out of there and to the shuttle service. i’m relieved, because i only wait about 5 minutes before one going to the USC area pulls up. me and a few others get in, and are ready to drive off. however, the very intelligent driver is having some issues with the people that prepaid. in what can only be described as a “fiasco”, he takes almost 20 minutes–while we all sit there crowded in the back of the van wanting very much to get home–to radio in about five numbers, checking each one twice, and having communication problems with the dispatcher. i wonder, “isn’t the glory of mobile communications that you can do it moving!? why can’t you do this while you’re driving us home. but no. we finally get going though and after a short freeway drive and dropping off about five other people, it’s my turn and i get out in front of my building. no tip for that guy.
10:30 pacific (12:30 central): i get into my apartment. it has taken me an entire 12 hours of a day to get from houston to LA, which would have only taken maybe 5 or 6 hours, tops, if i had a direct flight and someone to pick me up at the airport. but i’m not mad. just tired. so i’m gonna have to call it a day now.
well, call sunday a day, so technically, call yesterday a day. i’m just glad it’s behind me.
school tomorrow!? hot dog!
holy crap. i just flew out here, and now it’s getting later and later on saturday night, and after a hearty breakfast tomorrow morning i’ll be on my way again. sure, it’ll be nice to get back to my life and things in LA, and to a place where i have people to talk to outside of my immediate family. still, i would much rather that i had friends around here, so it made it more bearable to stay here for longer, and i could spend more time with my parents, whom i never see anymore.
i guess that’s what happens when you grow up and move out and all that, though. it’s just that when i come back, even though it’s fantastic to see my family again, i’m also reminded of how clearly i’ve moved on. it’s not a terrible feeling, but it does sort of hit me with a bit of wonder. i’m getting to be a grown up.
rapid subject change — i’m in the back corner room of the house that has the computer in it here. the dog just came into the room, went straight back to the corner of the room where there’s a cardboard box half-filled with stuffed dog toys, sifted around in it for a second with his nose, and picked something out and carried it back out of the room. it’s like he’s a little kid sorting through a toy chest. how cute was that?
it’s mid-afternoon on saturday, on thanksgiving break, and i’ve been working on a school project. what’s wrong with this picture? i shouldn’t have to go anywhere near any school stuff this weekend, but noooooo, all these group projects due in the next couple weeks means we’d better get started, and have our individual pieces ready before we get back on monday. damn. all i want to do is kick back for one lousy weekend. i’d rather be really bored than work on this shit for a class i hate enough as it is. grrrr.
but i had a nice phone conversation last night that perked me right up, so who can be mad at the world, completely, when there are such great people in it, sometimes. not me. at least not for now.