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A Bullet in the Head

  • I sometimes pause to reflect.  I think to myself.  What happened?  The days blur into weeks into months, into years.

    Then they're gone.

  • I've always thought of myself as being a good guy.  Tolerant.  Understanding.  Patient.  Compassionate.  I think I am for the most part, but sometimes I can be as shallow as the next person.

  • The restaurant expo or whatever is in town this weekend.  

    I wonder if Rachael Ray is in town.  She's awesome.  Eventhough she does have "man hands".

  • I never got drinking games.  I mean I get them, however, I like drinking so there never was really enough incentive for me not to lose.  Drink muthafucker.

  • I watched Say Anything tonight.  It's cheezy, it could be considered a "chick flick", but it's one of my favorites.  I relate to Lloyd in a lot of ways.

    She's gone. She gave me a pen. I gave her my heart, she gave me a pen. 

    I have this theory of convergence, that good things always happen with bad things. I know you have to deal with them at the same time, but I just don't know why they have to happen at the same time. I just wish I could work out some schedule. Am I just babbling? Do you know what I mean?

    Kickboxing. Sport of the future. 

    Anyway, I wonder about that sometimes.  The whole "theory of convergence deal".  But I'll leave that for another time.  I always like watching Cusack, so I'm a little biased, but this is still a great 80's flick.  No matter what's going on in my life, I always find something in this movie that makes me think, even if it's just for a split second.  He's a good guy, kind of lost, and somewhat of a hopeless romantic.  Doesn't know what he wants from the future beyond Diane, but he's waiting for a "dare to be great" moment.

    Like I said.  I can relate to him. 

  • I don't know what it is, but I've been so restless as of late.  Maybe it's the fact that the school year is winding down.  Maybe because the weather's changing.  I don't know if it's something or someone driving me up the wall.  It'll be alright.