The Obscure
Welcome, one and all, to the incongruent ravings of an inferior mind!Friday, January 21, 2005
I was going to go to work all day today, but I can't really go to work with food if I have a horrible disease like this.
After hearing, "Time" in the car the other night and posting the lyrics here, I have felt very Floydy, so I am downloading some songs of theirs because I do not own any of their albums save that one Dark Side tape I have, which I cannot currently find. Isn't that just dandy?
I am slowly filling up this entire trash barrel with my mucus, and the occasional tissue. Pretty awesome, huh? I know, it is awesome.
I hope I don't have class tonight, because I don't want to go. Maybe I'll just take one of my three available absences. Yeeess, that will do nicely.
That's one thing I dislike about not going to school in the day, is that nobody is home to talk to online or anything, the only contact I have with anything like a human being is writing on this blog and infrequently talking to me popsy.
I had the weirdest series of dreams last night, I won't get into them because it would probably freak some people out. But man! They were WEIRD!
Ugh, I can't really think of one idea to talk about for more than like a sentence or two. Does that ever happen to anybody else? Like Yeah, I can try to make something interesting, for like 10 words. After that, though, you're on your own. Don't try and control me man, I'll cut you down!
If I could think of one person that I would like to insert my consciousness into in some alien-pod-like infestation to take over their entire life, and steal all their memories; I think it would be David Gilmour. He's so cool! And now he is old and fat, so I'd have the best of both worlds.
Him, or Catherine Zeta Jones. I have my reasons.
Too bad I don't have that ability, right? Darn.
I can't really think of much else to write right now, which is distressing, because after this I'll have nothing to do except play Jak and Daxter. That's fun, don't get me wrong, but it is a lonely life, filled with ire and hardship.
So much Ire. I can't escape it, you know. It's like I live in some Ire Land, where Ire abounds, and everyone eats a lot of potatoes for some indiscernable reason.
Also, we wear kilts.
Ireland: The Vacation of Tomorrow, TODAY!
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