Should I watch Passenger Side, Mad Men (again), or continue watching TCM’s Halloween marathon? Decisions, Decisions. I’m waiting for my lovah Jon HammaLamma to host SNL’s Halloween episode. ahhh, and ahhh waiting for tomorrow! Happy Halloween, I’ll be watching the parade from, hopefully, a safe distance.
Yesterday, the Hipsters in my class were discussing Hipsters as if they didn’t live in Williamsburg, wear a D.A.R.E t-shirt, smoke American Spirits or drink Pabst Blue Ribbon. For christ’s sake your wearing those obnoxious faux framed glasses and discussing Ayrn Rand, GET A GRIP LANG.
Excuse me, I’m on a fucking role this morning with my pessimism.
I think the only thing I’m learning thus far is to hate conservatives, the man, and be weary of everything the world has to offer. Thanks college for making me more anxious and paranoid than I already am!
“…and I half closed my eyes and imagined this was the spot where everything I’d ever lost since my childhood had washed up, and I was now standing here in front of it, and if I waited long enough, a tiny figure would appear on the horizon across the field and gradually get larger until I’d see it was Tommy, and he’d wave, maybe even call.”—
Day 29 — Hopes, dreams and plans for the next 365 days
I don’t have many plans aside from finishing my sophomore year with dignity and sanity. I’m going to see Brandon Flowers perform at the Stone Pony in December. I can’t say I plan anything too far ahead, because that takes the beauty out of spontaneity.
I hope to make it to California, and make the money to allow me to go to the west coast, by June/July. I hope to find a new job, but it’s getting more and more difficult to find anything… Oh and I need a coat to get me through the winter.
I'm not looking for another as I wander in my time,
walk me to the corner, our steps will always rhyme
you know my love goes with you as your love stays with me,
it's just the way it changes, like the shoreline and the sea,
but let's not talk of love or chains and things we can't untie,
your eyes are soft with sorrow,
Hey, that's no way to say goodbye.