Note: This has NOTHING to do with the lastest entry about listing and stuff…
So know that business is out of the way….
I’m feeling bloody angsty. I don’t know why. It’s been kinda here since about Sunday morning and it ain’t going away. There are people I don’t want to deal with and people I just WANT to deal with… I have no idea if that makes sense, but… hey! Rambly! That’s the point….
Work feels like it’s slogged by today, although really it’s been half the day so far… Thank you podcasts and SModcast and Mugglecast and… well… you get my idea.
MY FUCKING COMPUTER WON’T TURN ON. Bull shit. This is fucking bullshit is what this is. I can’t believe this crap. It’s sitting at home right now in unplugged silence while it sits in time-out. I’m so fed up with its bullshit…
I have a three page Spanish paper due tomorrow. It’s about stuff, hypothetically, two movies. One of which I saw about two years ago? (And I don’t think I even saw the last third of it) and the other of which I ain’t never seen… And I have to write a Spanish paper about it. Angst.
I wrote a traditional, iambic pentameter, ABABCDCDEFEFGG Shakespearean sonnet on Sunday night before the computer crashed (That’s right, it’s been shut down for 36 hours and beeps at my like a whiny bitch when I try to turn it on…) and it was AWESOME… And then I wrote a rewrite of it but I couldn’t do anything about it because my computer won’t turn on…
I miss Emma. More than that, I’m not saying.
I need to update this more, but I have no idea what to put on this blog… Also, I want to start my podcast.
I love my iPod. I love my car. I hate money. I hate gasoline. Fuck the oil companies and their greediness..
Seriously? Fuck humanity. What a bunch of evil fucks.
I’m sorry, I’m saying “fuck” a lot, but I’m just frustrated and angsty and… GAR! Fuck!
Hokay. I’ll shut up now. I’m done.
May 13, 2008 at 11:12 pm
This shit’s beneath you, man. Take it from another angsty bastard. Don’t worry about the shit you can’t control. Take care of everything else. Listen to those last beats of Sunday in the Park. Keep moving. Keep creating. Saying you want to write and saying you want to podcast, that aint writing and podcasting.
I’m only so harsh because I give a fuck. You have good taste and you’re a discerning dude. Put it to work.
Hope the stuff in the margins sorts itself out. Take a walk. Remember what’s important. Make it happen.
Take care, man.