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peanut butter and adamantium - 2000-08-01
I wanted to write last night, and had a whole lot to say, but that's all gone now. I forget what it all was, I slept it off. Diaryland was down when I wanted to write more than pretty much anything in the world. My opinion of Diaryland, is about as high as mine of Metallica. Speaking of which Napster is back, and all are happy. For now. I'm kind of at ground zero for writing, I have not much left. Today was one of those days where I spent ninety percent of it at work. And even at work, I spent seventy percent of that time writing to Natalie... So, I'm kind of written out, like a bad soap character. But here I am. Wrestling is on. ICQ is flashing... It's much like 1998, back when I used to pull a lot of stargazing out of my ass. Here we go: Kim was over this morning. Now, that is nothing new, of course, but she brought a friend of her's from Western, Krista, who is a lot of fun. She is a lot like me, in that, she takes music very seriously, and knows a lot about it. I love conversing (intelligently) about music. She'd be good for that. Anyhow, she was here, and went through my CDs, as I am liquidating them. She went home with about six of mine, and I don't know why that worked for me so well. Everything from Tool, to Aqua. It is a little sad for me seeing a lot of my CDs go... A lot of them I remember the exact moment where and when I bought them... They all are rooted in various, mostly happy, memories. So, I'm auctioning off memories. But, with my newfound love and loyalty for Napster and my CD Burner, My CDs just collect dust. Also, with my newfound poverty, the answer is obvious. Everything must go. Except my Reznor collection. Then I worked, and wrote, and didn't even do that well. I wrote to Natalie and it was all pretty tame and boring. Usually I can get pretty passionate writing to her... this week just seems uninspired. Maybe I need to see her again, or at least hear from her. I mopped some of the floor (creatively... I'll tell you my sevrets AFTER I quit...), I filled the water fridge, I sent back the magazines. Yay! --- Fast forward to: tomorrow. I have two days off, and Tuesday will be the quieted, more relaxing, yet more fun one. I plan to sleep in, and I plan to do a lot of work on this website thing. Then, tomorrow night a bunch of us who have not been together as a bunch in ages, are going to see X-Men. Thrilling, and I say that extremely un-sarcastically. First, it will be great to see Kiirstin again. Second, I have been half-looking forward to this movie for years. I used to watch the cartoon every Saturday morning, and read the comic whenever I could. My Saturdays were lovely, if lonely. Just me and the dog and peanut butter sandwiches. X-Men, The Tick, and two hours of wrestling. And then Usenet. I'd pay just to have one of those days again. But I need my dog, and none of those programs are on TV anymore. Hell, we're in a different house, even. No hope. Never gonna get it back. I must realize that time is precious, and not to fuck it up and to cherish it all and not take anything for granted. Wait, I have learned that... I just need to -remember- that. Anyhow, this film. I am nervous about it, as I'm afraid they may have strayed from the comic... I have seen what Hollywood can do to legacies... Godzilla is a prime example of this. I just hope Wolverine doesn't get pregnant, or something... Hey, there's money to be made... I look forward to tomorrow, otherwise. With all of my talk of peanut butter, I have a craving. Folks, I'm taking my leave now. It's only fishy left on ICQ, as per usual, and everything is much more quieter and calm. The kitchen awaits. I'll be back sooner than usual.
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