2001-12-27 - 11:37 PM
Posterboy For Cheese (Trains Of Thought Get Off-Track)
Very early in the morning - or deep into the night, if you will - I'm progressively getting sleepier, yet oddly enough, my energy level is still through the roof. I'm dancing around in my seat, humming the tune of "Last Nite" by the Strokes - working myself up into a frenzy.
Adrie rang me up on the cellular not too long a minute ago. She's falling asleep on the highways, on her way home from Long Island - needed somebody to keep her up. A best friend's the best thing to ask for when you're in a sleep-induced haze, I guess.
I'm still humming the same tune and bouncing about on my white, plywood chair. My mind is droning out though; I wonder if my online audience can tell.
I know this guy. Well, I wish I could say I didn't - but that's not the point. In any case, his birthday lies on December 31st (New Year's Eve for the stupid). I just felt like pointing out how it is so interesting to me - especially since New Year's Eve is reserved for the world's nostalgia and regrets. In the same way, this guy can't let things go and deeply wishes he could take back about four-fifths of his past actions. I thought the coincidence was too high to call it that at all (I think I just got myself confused).
I just got off the phone with Adrie - she had another call. I hope they do as good of a job of keeping her up as I did. But now I'm wondering if Kai will call me. She said she might right before she went to bed, but I'm not too sure if she will. It'd be nice to talk to her before bed - I wonder how that is.
The tune of hum has changed to "Let Me In" by Save Ferris. A great song, I tell ya - a great song.
Marc's going through the classic - 'Me and my best friend like the same girl' trip. That shit sucks like my dropped deuced formed a pair of Mick Jagger-like protruding lips, prime for the Hoover method. I regret to say that there probably isn't a real way to solve that situation. Can one actually be the bigger man?
I'm not surprised with how my Christmas tree leans one way. You place too many ornaments on the sides people usually see - shit tilts, you know.
Hello Kitty has no mouth (except for in the straight-to-video cartoons Sanrio makes, needed to emote her dialogue). I remember reading that there's a specific reason for why she has no mouth. I forgot.
It's almost the end of another year, and with it comes a superfluous amount of change and event. Take for instance, my cousin's recent city hall marriage (a fast-food marriage as my sister would say). I really can't believe she got hitched. I can't believe that this is the same cousin I grew up with - who is now the owner of a different surname. I just can't believe it. She tied the knot. She took the circle for the seven mile stretch. She sealed the bond, carved the covenant, hitched the ride, exchanged the rings. She made the union, blessed the white, signed a lifetime pass to hell and a kitchen. She packed the kiss, chose a partner, rallied the soldiers of maturity. She got married, even. It's just a big thing to take in.
*YAWN!*
I really need to crawl to the futon between my beds. Maybe I'll watch a little Cartoon Network, play a bit of Playstation 1. Who knows?
Who knows indeed?
Doubtful the man with the Kudos and Speed.
Tee hee hee.
*hears no laughter*
Bah! What the heck do you know? Just read.
