That is my favorite line from M.I.A.'s Vicky Leekx mix tape so good.
I was so surprised this week to that I had lost about fifteen pounds since February. I am getting ready for the summer and I want to try to be healthy for the rest of my life. I have to start somewhere, right.
I haven't been writing lately but I have been reading quite a bit. My teenage brother told my about this series of books called the Demonata
I've read one which was the 4th in a 9 book series first called "Bec" and now I reading "Lord Loss". They're short books for fast readers it will probably take day to finish one.
I am also reading Chuck Klosterman"s
Which most people have already read, but like always I am late. It's pretty cool if you like insights on pop thought patterns and culture. I am kinda a sucker for this topic.
Yesterday, my brother asked if I wanted to go to Disneyland this spring or summer. Y'know like with my family n'stuff. Usually I would waste no time wondering if I really wanted to go and would say an automatic yes. This time I gave him a vague IDK, squinted my face and thought back like almost a year ago.
My aunt was disgruntled, let's call her Myra. She was complaining about a guy she liked and had met on the internet. "Even if he came to America," she began, "he wouldn't step foot near a mall, a Mc Donald's, let alone Disneyland." she retorted to me after I ask her to invite him to So Cal where we live away from his native Australia. One thing you should know about Myra is that she loves Disney anything. Anyone born and raised in or around the Disney gates in Anaheim can confirm that they feel a little bit more of the magic than the other folks in the country. That being said, Myra is the type to buy new annual passes to the "Happiest place on earth" every year even if she didn't have a job or money, Life found way. So to hear that a guy she was interested in wouldn't, by moral choice, want to set foot in the Magic Kingdom was a tragic blow.
"Why wouldn't he want to go to Disneyland" I smiled. Thinking that the decision to abstain from malls was understandable, I hate malls most of the time. But that mostly because I hat shopping for clothes.
She smirks/smiles and laughs back, "Cause he calls it Manufacture fun." Then adds a perplexed frown. I asked want he meant by this. "He said like,'Why would I go to a place where I know that everyone is rationed the same experience." I imagined a fifty foot demonic Mickey Mouse cranking guests on a conveyer belt were they wait in line to be intravenously fed jesus juice.
Time passes and I had begun to think about this idea a month ago. The idea quickly formed into a question I began to ponder all the way to the point of my brother asking me if I wanted to go to Disneyland.
Do I want to go because it would be fun" or was "fun".
Me going cause it would be fun, means that I would create authentic new memories of enjoyment that day in the future when I actually went. Me going cause it was fun would be me going because the idea of going is fun and once I had proof of me going, like a picture or souvenir, I would have known that I did indeed have fun.
So in short I think entirely too much and I told my brother that the idea of going to Disneyland around the cusp of spring and summer, "would be amazing."
Christian 
