Right now I feel kind of dead. I'm very bored, and I have the whole house to myself. My mom and brothers went hiking, but I couldn't go because I have to go to work later. So I'm contemplating.
I could catch up on Bleach, long since abandoned after I was discovered watching it on YouTube in the early hours of the morning.
I could reach some books. I recently bought Under the Volcano by Malcom Lowry, 1984 by George Orwell, Wicked by some guy whose name I can't remember and Dragenhaven, a totally random book bought for no other reason than it was six dollars and I have a members card.
I could go for a bike ride. I don't want to because I don't have my Ipod. I hate the thoughts that come to me when I have nothing to distract me from myself.
Would you like to hear a secret? I have been thinking of developing an alternate personality. I think I will name her Saul after the stoner in Pineapple Express. She will be the person who does the things I wish I could do, like mouth off or colour outside of the lines, she could be the person who actually did and said the things I would think I should do. Make sense? I didn't think so.
I've also been reading Matthew Good's blog today. Its called 'Dear San Diego' and you can find it on his website (matthewgood.org). Click the link that says 'A notebook, a town, a couch, a movie usher, a paranoid mathematician, and 173 different drinking glasses.'
I think its actually a diary, but its hard to tell. His life couldn't really be that interesting could it?
He lives with Parker, a woman who is medically diagnosed as mentally instable, but she says its easier to sleep knowing you really are crazy. One day Matthew and Parker went fora walk and found a tennis shoe with a foot inside so they called the police. The police found the rest of the person scattered around the area. I wouldn't have been as calm ...
He has a brother named Lou, who lost his job as a fry cook because 'you need two arms to flip burgers.' He lost his arm when a Volkswagon Bug blew up and the bumper took his arm off from just below the shoulder.
Where I'm reading right now I beleive is February of 2007. His neighbour, Ronny, died. After telling of his death by ceiling fan, Matthew goes on to tell of a time when they broke up a fight outside the local biker bar/strip joint called Bikini Mountain. Matthew received a beer bottle to the head and stiches while Ronny got a broken arm.
Uh oh, there goes the church bells, I beleive someone is dead. They only ring the bells before mass, and since today is neither sunday morning nor saturday afternoon, there could not possibly be a mass.
Do you know what today is? Thursday August the sixth, 2009.
Today marks one year that my boyfriend, Billy, and I have been dating. its not as momentous as one would think. I haven't had a chance to talk to him, because he doesn't get off work til three, and I have to be at work for five thirty. I think tomorrow will be more of what you'd expect from this ... 'anniversary.' It feels odd calling it that. Even more so hearing it from others who have texted me or my mom telling me how happy she is for us. Its just odd. I've kind of stopped thinking of him as my boyfriend, and more of as Billy. Just Billy, who has been in my life for such a short time, but whom I already care so much for a may even be in love with.
Wow, that doesn't sound like me at all. Oh shit, am I supposed to get him something? What do I get? We're going to the ROM tomorrow. For those of you who don't know, thats the Royal Ontario Museum. Theres a featured exhibit on the Dead Sea Scrolls I'm looking forward to.
Rambling again. Wow this must be a long post, I've been sitting here for a while.
I just reread everything I wrote. Theres seems so be a barely definable thought pattern.
This is a picture I found on his websire. Its a truck he keeps having dreams about.
And no, its not random, I just felt that this post needed a picture.
I'm going to see whats up with those bells. Theyre so loud.
Haha, thats exactly what L said the day he died. Fingers crossed for a safe return home.
If I don't comment or write or anything within the next week, I may be dead ;)
