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Across the Spenser
|Someone has his fingers broken.
|I'm going to try my best to not pollute my blog with these thoughts and feelings of breakups and missing someone. It'll be hard, but I want to try to at least be somewhat optimistic.|
But I must say that all this "New Moon" talk just gives me too much opportunity to make fun of people, and a lot of friends to no longer talk to. Which also includes, you know, her. So, fuck. Glad she's having a great time watching a crap movie.
Thanksgiving is sneaking up on me and I'm trying to find time to even realize it. Days seem to go by so much longer now, even by waking up at 2pm. No idea what that's about.
I also go on a lot of walks now. Clear my mind, enjoy the weather, listen to music. Even if it's at midnight and the possibility of being killed is high.
I practically talk to anyone who will listen, who will IM me or reply to some stupid thing I said on Facebook or Twitter. Anything. Just to forget for a second, to engage in conversation, to feel excitement.
With all of this loneliness I've made some odd plans I would never normally make. Why? Probably because I'm bored as fuck 24/7 so I figure why the hell not?
I've decided to not shave for at least another week, so then my look can fit my face and I'll look like I'm involved in Bon Iver.
My buddy Josh asked me to participate with him about street performing at the local plaza for fun and for some money. I was hesitant at first, but I agreed. It should be fun and money is always a great thing to have.
I have nothing else to write about.
But really, I'm glad she's happy watching a shitty fucking movie with her friends.
|Tags: New Moon, Not Elliott Smith, walks, denial