Sex, Drugs & C0-C0 PUFFS=THE GREATEST BOOK EVER
i'm not sure why i have to go to the starbucks pation to read, maybe i just like getting out of my own paradise/prison. THe people who were also sitting on the patio: 3 girls, a girl and a guy and another guy i like to refer to as Foghorn.
Foghorn like myself brought a book to the Shitbucks patio to read, but i on the other hand brought a discman so i could drown out the conversation of people like Foghorn.
I'm reading my book and laughing my ass off without a care in the world or a justification to anyone else. This books is cut with truth, humour the only thing missing for me is some comic book format, but all well.
Foghorn i can see and vaguley hear through my Alice in Chains music somehow manages everytime to include himself in every single conversation at all the tables while being able to stop all other conversations, forcing everyone if they like it or not to concentrate on whatever it is he is trying to say....but not me.
After listening to AIC's dirt i was going throw in Pink Floyd's the Final Cut, but unfortunatley this Floyd album could not help the ongoing noise pollution. So i just but in AIC self titled album.
It's funny what music we listen too, what compliments our lives and helps us to find out who we are, individuality is it really not safe layne?
Are we really just actors, acting the way we want to be percieved by people who want to throw a quick lablel on you that unforunately is able to sum you up pretty much in a word or two ie. EMO EXTREMO. I still get a kick out of that...
The soundtrack of our lives for me it probably would hmmm well for a good chunk of my 20's you could have just played the instrumental of Hurt over and over again and that would pretty much sum up how i felt......It's funny how i so enjoyed getting into this book, was entertained made some notes in the pgs as i read along, but the thing that i really remeber is Foghorn. Even though i was not able to hear what he was saying for the most part it distracted me, it bothered me...yet it still entertained me.
And really i am no better, when i'm writing at yet again the starbucks patio if i'm stuck i tend to listen in randomly to conversations. The strange thing about this is that when i do this, what the people are talking about almost always fits in with what i am writing. Why is this? Most likely because we may all be different in our individuality, in how we dress, in our sexual preferences, culture, religion, spirtuality...it's true we may look all different on the outside but we are all the same on the inside, you just can't get ride of those dam feelings.
And i've been longing to believe in a good lie for some time. I recently met a girl who it seems i have some high schoolish kiddy crush on. I never really thought that i'd feel this kinda of foolishness for someone. Maybe i want too and i'm just letting myself get all igornant over it.
We met at the bar i work at. Before my shift i made some funny comments to these girls just standing outside the place, without really putting any thought into it. Later i saw one of the girls kinda talking to someone i know. And didnt know they where necessairly talking about me (even though i noticed some glances, which would mean i definetly noticed this girl). I was thinking maybe i should ask my friend about this girl, but i didnt get the chance we were kinda of introduced iin a little bit of a wierd way.
I actually had to drive her home because her friends somehow bailed on her, she keep on going on about how cute and awesome i am or was or whatever, we exchanged numbers and that was that.
In my town there is this awesome guy who did this skate 4 cancer marathone from LA to Newmarket. I conducted an interview with him that was used and i actually tried to get it posted on SG, btw fuck you SG for not posting it or even getting back to me on the status.
To sum it up i've been almost counting the moments to phone this girl and see her on nights she goes out to the place i work. I know i need to chill about this whole thing and just let things work themselves out. TOO MUCH THINKING I'M GOING SWIMMING.
i'm not sure why i have to go to the starbucks pation to read, maybe i just like getting out of my own paradise/prison. THe people who were also sitting on the patio: 3 girls, a girl and a guy and another guy i like to refer to as Foghorn.
Foghorn like myself brought a book to the Shitbucks patio to read, but i on the other hand brought a discman so i could drown out the conversation of people like Foghorn.
I'm reading my book and laughing my ass off without a care in the world or a justification to anyone else. This books is cut with truth, humour the only thing missing for me is some comic book format, but all well.
Foghorn i can see and vaguley hear through my Alice in Chains music somehow manages everytime to include himself in every single conversation at all the tables while being able to stop all other conversations, forcing everyone if they like it or not to concentrate on whatever it is he is trying to say....but not me.
After listening to AIC's dirt i was going throw in Pink Floyd's the Final Cut, but unfortunatley this Floyd album could not help the ongoing noise pollution. So i just but in AIC self titled album.
It's funny what music we listen too, what compliments our lives and helps us to find out who we are, individuality is it really not safe layne?
Are we really just actors, acting the way we want to be percieved by people who want to throw a quick lablel on you that unforunately is able to sum you up pretty much in a word or two ie. EMO EXTREMO. I still get a kick out of that...
The soundtrack of our lives for me it probably would hmmm well for a good chunk of my 20's you could have just played the instrumental of Hurt over and over again and that would pretty much sum up how i felt......It's funny how i so enjoyed getting into this book, was entertained made some notes in the pgs as i read along, but the thing that i really remeber is Foghorn. Even though i was not able to hear what he was saying for the most part it distracted me, it bothered me...yet it still entertained me.
And really i am no better, when i'm writing at yet again the starbucks patio if i'm stuck i tend to listen in randomly to conversations. The strange thing about this is that when i do this, what the people are talking about almost always fits in with what i am writing. Why is this? Most likely because we may all be different in our individuality, in how we dress, in our sexual preferences, culture, religion, spirtuality...it's true we may look all different on the outside but we are all the same on the inside, you just can't get ride of those dam feelings.
And i've been longing to believe in a good lie for some time. I recently met a girl who it seems i have some high schoolish kiddy crush on. I never really thought that i'd feel this kinda of foolishness for someone. Maybe i want too and i'm just letting myself get all igornant over it.
We met at the bar i work at. Before my shift i made some funny comments to these girls just standing outside the place, without really putting any thought into it. Later i saw one of the girls kinda talking to someone i know. And didnt know they where necessairly talking about me (even though i noticed some glances, which would mean i definetly noticed this girl). I was thinking maybe i should ask my friend about this girl, but i didnt get the chance we were kinda of introduced iin a little bit of a wierd way.
I actually had to drive her home because her friends somehow bailed on her, she keep on going on about how cute and awesome i am or was or whatever, we exchanged numbers and that was that.
In my town there is this awesome guy who did this skate 4 cancer marathone from LA to Newmarket. I conducted an interview with him that was used and i actually tried to get it posted on SG, btw fuck you SG for not posting it or even getting back to me on the status.
To sum it up i've been almost counting the moments to phone this girl and see her on nights she goes out to the place i work. I know i need to chill about this whole thing and just let things work themselves out. TOO MUCH THINKING I'M GOING SWIMMING.