domenica 24 aprile 2011
martedì 12 aprile 2011
Hanna was Ill. Eric Bana was a total Bamf, and the german dude who was hired to track down Hanna was I hope purposefully written and costumed in the likeness of the homicidal youths in Funny Games. It was like the Bourne series of action films, except instead of the political drama and somewhat nebulous love story, it's about the responsibilities of raising a child. Also, the the chemical brothers rocked the shit out of the soundtrack.
giovedì 7 aprile 2011
I don't know where the time goes. I'm convinced that there people who smoke my time away for me. I don't have enough time to do all the things I'd like to do, so I end up spending most evenings watching netflix. maybe I should make a schedule for myself, divide my fun and personal cultivation into consumable segments, but i admit that sounds pretty gay. I need to see a doctor. Maybe I'll use my smartfone as a personal digital assistant/bitch and get some kind of app that I can put my schedule into. Maybe I can get an app that tells me what to do at all times of the day, for the rest of my life.
lunedì 4 aprile 2011
Sometimes I get really paranoid that I was born with some kind of intense social disorder that manifests itself in such a way that my mind actively erases any memory i might have of it's occurances. That would be fucked up.
I inherited a bunch of hats from my great grandpa, they're all really nice but none of them fit my huge melon.
yesterday I was in line to buy a sandwich with some friends, to enjoy in the park, when it was my turn the lady at the counter took the order of my friend who was standing behind me. I was confused, even sad for a moment perhaps for being dismissed so. My state of elevation didn't help me sort the confusion. Ended up eating a pretty good sandwhich with some of my favorite dudes though, saw a sweet-ass german shepard too. reminded me of Max.