So, I’m in a really stoked kind of mood, as the kids are calling it these days. Actually, I don’t know if that’s what they say. I don’t know what kids say. As far as I’m concerned, I’m a kid still. So go me. ANYWAY! I just received two new Cds in the mail today.
First CD? Paramore, live from the Manchester Apollo. In all respects, this is for my girlfriend, but I’m gonna be stealing it quite often. ‘Cause, quite simply, Paramore is amazing. And you should listen to them.
Second CD? Jimmy Eat World, live from Manchester Academy in England. I haven’t even listened to it yet, and I know it’s good. I just know it. It’s Jimmy Eat World…how could it not be?
Anyways, my dog is looking at me with that longing, lovable look in his eyes that says “throw my green ball please” so I must be off.
Once again, it’s Friday, and that means a class too early for anyone to go to. Alas, there is a test today, and add that to the already horrendous aspects of this class, and you get something that is just plain wrong. HOWEVER! After this class, it’s reading week. My last reading week of my college career. So, I better enjoy it. Or I’ll be mad…at myself…ya…
So, alas, the amazing weekend is over. BUT! I’m back in Barrie for only 4 days, and then it’s Reading Week. My final Reading Week to be exact. Plus, the 4 days are pretty easy, one being a day off. So basically, I’m a huge slacker in every possible way. Go. Me. Go.
I was linked today to a site/article about the 25 Most Important Questions in the Universe. Check out the list here. As always, basically being funny is it’s main goal, but I enjoy it nonetheless.
Hopefully I get a new video up and going in a day or two. Maybe a compilation thing, of all my best videos. I love the kind of stuff. Anyway, Kevin Smith movies and green tea are calling my name.
So, a weekend consisting of a trip to the Buffalo zoo, hanging with the girlfriend, and going to Niagra Falls is pretty sweet in my book. And it’s not even over yet! Now I’m watching The Fellowship of the Ring with my Mom and it’s super awesome. *sigh* Such good times.
Whoever came up with the notion that getting up for an 8 a.m class is retarded. I hate them. It’s too fucking early.
BUT It’s a long weekend for me. So really, can I complain? The answer is yes, yes I can complain because I have the right to complain. Screw anyone who says I don’t.
Why does everyone think Amy Winehouses’ album is the best album of the year? Have you listened to the rest of the album BESIDES “Rehab”? It’s horrible! I don’t understand.
You know that insanely, yet at the same time awkward stage of the night when your all ready to go bed, you’ve brushed your teeth (if your clean), or you’ve just finished your homework (if your a procrastinator), and you know that it’s “bed time”. It is time to go to bed. “Hit the hay”.
Wait…what?
“Hit the hay”? Where the hell did that come from? Did some farmer out in Tennessee or Alberta or something work really hard one day and fell asleep on some hay bales? Only to wake up in the early morning to the purple sunrise and wake up his wife and state “HONEY! I just spent a night outside sleeping on a bale of hay! My head it so hard last night I was out instantly!” Or did somebody make the saying up to sound like he/she had had a hard day, and because you say the word “hay” it automatically means you’ve worked hard and deserve a good night sleep? OK! Enough of that sidebar conversation…
ANYWAY…you know that point of the night? Your ready for bed. You lay your head on your pillow. And you close your eyes. Your relaxed. Your calm. Your comfortable.
And yet
For some reason
Your mind, your consciousness, your soul, or all three will not let you drift away into dream land. Your tired of course! You want to sleep, you have the desire to do so. But you can’t!
Ever have that?
I have.
I’m having it right now.
Perhaps those are the nights where some souls take a break and go out with other souls for a quick drink. They talk about their days, the bodies they inhabit and all the dirty little secrets they can offer. They might complain about the person the inhabit, or be joyous about the body. They’ll laugh and talk and be in merriment for a while, then drift to the bodies which they have been designated to and allow us, to finally, drift to sleep.
I guess I don’t mind so much anymore…my soul deserves a break everyone in a while.
The moral of the story/passage/note? Give yourself a break, give others a break. You’ll be much happier in the long run.