listening to: controller.controller
weird. i had another night where I couldn't fucking sleep.
after work I went home and drew some pictures at the kitchen table. not OF the kitchen table. AT the kitchen table. I thought alot about how weird it was that I even have a kitchen table.
Then I walked and met tiny Mr.Evans down around that coffee shop, then we walked to Eau Claire. We had delightful All-You-Can-Eat Sushi at SUMO, and then we went and played video games. He played this retarded boxing game, and he actually did good. Little scrapper! then I kicked his ass in the basketball game (28 points vs. 18 points!)and then we snuck into the movie theatre. The coast was clear and I was all like, Yeah! and then this man came up to me and was like "did I see your ticket yet?" and I was like "errrr....no...?" and he was like "why not?" and I was like "um. I haven't bought it yet!" and he was just smiling at me like "You retard" and then I was like "um...do I have to buy them out there?" and he was like "uh...yeah!" and I was like "oh. ok..." and then I grabbed Craig who was casually standing in the popcorn line trying to ignore me. FUCK. I've never been caught sneaking into a movie before, and Craig was aprehensive at first and I was like "Come onnnnnn! It ain't no big deal! I do it ALL the time!" and he was finally like "fine." and then I get busted? how embarrassing. oh well.
Then we walked to his house and watched Monster. Holy fuck did i ever hate that fucking movie. I hate when old men get killed. I don't care if they're old perverts, then that's fine to kill them, but that one old nice man who was going to let her stay at his house so she could get back to her kids? or that old policeman who's wife was in a wheelchair? fuuuuck man. I can't deal with that sort of thing.
and then Craig put on a movie called "Blow Up" and I promptly fell asleep. It was weird though, because it was like 2am, and I sat up and I was like "I'm going home" and normally I'd just sleep over. And I called a cab and went home. I didn't sleep all night, I just layed there and stared at the ceiling again. and wondered about Scooter's teeth and fur. And about my bike tire and Kortnay's birthday. and about Ron and Kelowna, and how I'd like to go, but it's just not feasable. (sp?)and how I could easily make a comic book that is way better than lots of the stuff I looked at the other day. and how if we start marking shit up more than it already is that will be a disaster. and how I really have to do laundry. and American Analog Set. and things having to do with computers. and those pens that I like. and rolls of brown paper. and seeing White Chicks tonight. and why I went home.
t.
All the kids you follow around
Know what it's all about
Or at least that's what they'll have you believing
You walk when there's no cabs going south
And your light goes out
And they're waiting there the following evening
It's eight 'till two when you're drinking in town
And you turn around
For ten to seven in shipping and receiving
You remember when nothing was wrong
But it's been so long
And you're tired of the scene and you're leaving.
oh... the drama.
I was just thinking most of last Wednesday I hope we're together from here until Doomsday We could be each other's arms Keep each other free from harm Because when it's all stripped to the bone My life is at home Spring cleaning's coming as we lose the cold weather Put away your long johns and all your thick sweaters We'll cut off all our winter hair Sit out on the lawn chairs As the sun forgets that we're here We forget our career All the lukewarm weeks at sixty degrees We're hoping it's humid show our summer knees Once in a lifetime once in a while the sun will shine on me Thursday I'm leaving skip town I'm running It's cars and new faces and jokes that aren't funny But we laugh at them anyway I'd do anything just to kill the day No matter how far that I go I'm not so far away All the lukewarm weeks at sixty degrees We're hoping it's humid show our summer knees Once in a lifetime once in a while the sun will shine on me All the humid nights parked under streetlights My baby's riding shotgun in her knee high tights She looks like heaven I feel like the devil In my Sunday whites As I slowly better my craft I'm still a ghost of my better half Cos once in awhile the sun shines on me
