go, mordecai

After a very stressful week, I was blessed with a very stress-free one. I've never had less to do, and though I complain about being bored, I wouldn't really want it any other way. Who wants to have so much to do that you can't organize your thoughts? Anyone would much rather have so little to do that you have nothing to do but organize your thoughts. Sometimes organization can be a little scary, as I found out. I was just thinking about certain things (which some people know about, but others will be pleasantly surprised) and I found myself feeling very differently than I thought I did. Ambiguous and vague, I know, but ambiguous and vague it must remain. At least until I get so excited that I spill the secret. And who knows when that might happen. Could be at the end of this post, or the day before it's supposed to happen. Anyways.

With all this newfound free time, I decided to do some things I've been meaning to do. That being video games and movies. Of course, I should have done some writing outside of all the stuff I've had to do for classes. So instead of writing, I've watched Robocop, Wallace and Gromit: The Curse of the Were-Rabbit, and Life of Brian. And that's only in the past two days. Good times. Being in LA gives you so many opportunities to do better things, but I find myself watching stuff I could watch anywhere. Tom was telling me how he wants to see Paradise Now but he would have to drive like 60 miles to see it. I could easily go anytime out here, but I don't. I want to, but I don't. So here I am, rambling. I swear I have nothing left to say in this blog. Not just this post, but this whole blog.

While we were in town I bought a bunch of shit. Franz Ferdinand's newest, Wilco's A Ghost is Born, a Radar Bros. CD, and a Sparklehorse CD. Oh, and The Royal Tenenbaums. If you ever come across a Criterion Collection DVD for 15 dollars (e.g. The Royal Tenenbaums) and don't buy it, you are a poor shopper. Not poor like I don't have any money poor, but poor like I suck at shopping poor. So far, I've listened to Wilco, excellent obviously, and I'm in the process of listening to Franz Ferdinand. I'm digging it so far. I was hoping to find Natas at Amoeba, but alas they fail me. Rarely they do, but they did this time. Whatev, I'll get over it. I'll just wear my new shoes to console me.

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Next ish: So about that surprise secret thing I was talking about...ah, fuck it I don't want to tell yet. Or at all for that matter. The surprise is half the fun.