Jibber Jabber
So I was sitting out on the front porch this afternoon, lost in a somewhat bored reverie, if there can truly be such a thing, and I was thinking, among other things, about all the pre-school year purchases I've made over the last few weeks. And it occurred to me that a great deal of it, i.e. any purchases not dedicated to stocking up for the coming school year, contribute either to attempts at attracting women or reverting to childhood. If I'm not buying cologne or clothes, it's Puma Clydes, analog video games, or eighties concert shirts. Call it a breakthrough. I guess. Oh well. Whatever. ...She blinded me with science?
I'm also trying to decide if I want to go to Chicago next weekend. My friend Jason is kind of up for this trip, and it's been over a year since I've spent any time at all there, other than driving in for a concert and immediately driving back home again. I lived there for four years, but I now have mixed feelings about the city. It amazes me that it was NINE YEARS AGO that I moved there, especially as I already felt, even then, in the twilight of my youth, as Ryan Adams puts it. But my years in Chicago were positively filled with the requisite struggle and turmoil and depression that are de rigeur for one's twenties. And the ghosts of my unhappiness from those times lurk around every corner. Just like when I go up to Cadillac to see my dad, I feel like my unhappy, adolescent self, when I am in Chicago, I do not feel like the 2004 model of myself. Instead, I feel like 1996 Andy, fronting like he's not. I like the current model and am quite happy with it. But I am still drawn to the thought of visiting Chicago, perhaps for the same reason we listen to the Smiths (or whatever) when we are sad. Because it hurts...wait for it...so good. Heh.
In other news, John Kerry's going to be in Grand Rapids tomorrow morning, but I am needed here. Luckily, since our fair state appears to be evenly divided between intelligent, aware, informed voters and fucking retards and/or assholes, I'm sure it won't be his last visit before November. A visit to Mount Pleasant seems, of course, highly unlikely, but Lansing seems like a sure bet. And that's nothing! Hell, I was there Friday even!
Only 499 hits to this blog during the month of July. The previous month it was twice that. Must've been a busy month. There was all that TCW traffic, I suppose. Oh well. Whatever. ...Talk about! ...pop muzik!
I just spent $335 on books for this, my last semester. And people are beginning to move back to town already. Classes start in four weeks. Woo? Yeah, I suppose. I am certainly enjoying my summer, but this promises to be an eventful year and I look forward to getting into the thick of it.
Hasta!
Soundtrack: Her Space Holiday - Manic Expressive
I'm also trying to decide if I want to go to Chicago next weekend. My friend Jason is kind of up for this trip, and it's been over a year since I've spent any time at all there, other than driving in for a concert and immediately driving back home again. I lived there for four years, but I now have mixed feelings about the city. It amazes me that it was NINE YEARS AGO that I moved there, especially as I already felt, even then, in the twilight of my youth, as Ryan Adams puts it. But my years in Chicago were positively filled with the requisite struggle and turmoil and depression that are de rigeur for one's twenties. And the ghosts of my unhappiness from those times lurk around every corner. Just like when I go up to Cadillac to see my dad, I feel like my unhappy, adolescent self, when I am in Chicago, I do not feel like the 2004 model of myself. Instead, I feel like 1996 Andy, fronting like he's not. I like the current model and am quite happy with it. But I am still drawn to the thought of visiting Chicago, perhaps for the same reason we listen to the Smiths (or whatever) when we are sad. Because it hurts...wait for it...so good. Heh.
In other news, John Kerry's going to be in Grand Rapids tomorrow morning, but I am needed here. Luckily, since our fair state appears to be evenly divided between intelligent, aware, informed voters and fucking retards and/or assholes, I'm sure it won't be his last visit before November. A visit to Mount Pleasant seems, of course, highly unlikely, but Lansing seems like a sure bet. And that's nothing! Hell, I was there Friday even!
Only 499 hits to this blog during the month of July. The previous month it was twice that. Must've been a busy month. There was all that TCW traffic, I suppose. Oh well. Whatever. ...Talk about! ...pop muzik!
I just spent $335 on books for this, my last semester. And people are beginning to move back to town already. Classes start in four weeks. Woo? Yeah, I suppose. I am certainly enjoying my summer, but this promises to be an eventful year and I look forward to getting into the thick of it.
Hasta!
Soundtrack: Her Space Holiday - Manic Expressive
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