a pattern in static

May 11, 2009 8:28pm

Seconds

This morning I woke up to a hearty breakfast of steak and eggs, I’m always fed pretty well when my parents take the day off from work, it makes me feel like a child to be fed but I can’t refuse the meal, that would be especially childish. So after I ate, I showered and realized quickly that I had showered right before I fell asleep, so I just stood under the warm water and thought about my dreams. I couldn’t remember anything about them, I was high last night, I saw the Shins. To tell you how good they are would just sound like exaggerated bullshit, so I will tell you this: The show was like Star Trek but The Shins.

I went to go see Star Trek again this morning and I guess I was feeling extra emotional because that bitch had me teary eyed. Fuck That. 

I managed to get a ticket to Weenie Roast when KROQ released more for the street team. I’m drawn to the roast this year. I feel like if I don’t go I will die somewhere. Not to mention that I have desperately wanted to see Weezer for years. So …this is me excited. First half of 2009 among the strongest I can recall. I didn’t expect to meet anyone, I didn’t expect to have a good time. I didn’t expect anything, at the most a slow recovery and reflection, a life change but not like this. I didn’t expect the image of myself to become so clear. My motivation to crystalize so completely. It’s okay to treat yourself well, everyone needs to understand that. The practice of self respect is lost among the sacred arts of mooning people and pants-ing your friends. These things need to make a comeback immediately.

Throughout the day I’m humming the melody to “Just What I Needed” by the Cars. I’m not sure if she’s just what I needed but I’m definitely happy with what I got, a self respecting person with passion for passion. She can keep me motivated and my feet on the ground. She won’t give me shit and she won’t take it. She dances, she yearns to know more about who she is, her people, her culture. What she doesn’t know is that I’m not nearly as refined. Someone this genuine makes me feel like a phony but assures me that I’m part of the same thing she is. We can be real with each other and appreciate it.

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