The Wee Democracy

influx of interest

so it really doesn't make any sense to me, this lack of drive for writing. like i said, it's not like things have been going bad lately, and even last night's minor setback regarding incorrect assumptions of bus schedule and subsequent strandedness in a mall parking lot, looking longingly at a fly by night carnival in the lot across the way, was able to produce a silver lining, whose shine and silvery hue made me feel alright.

but friday was good. i had lunch with a friend, and though it was short, it was most definitely sweet. thankfully, my stomach decided to behave himself and only let me eat one piece of pizza. if left to his own devices, three or four, i'm sure would have been devoured. then i made my way, eventually to work, where i found out that my boss had gone home early for the day. now granted, his reason for leaving early wasn't good news, but for me - i could act the damn fool, now, and sneak out early, if i wanted to. but, as luck would have it, i wouldn't need to, what with a co-worker offering me a ride home. so like i said, friday the 13th had been filled with nothing but good things. and lovely weather, i must say.

saturday was equally nice, as far as weather goes, and i got to talk to two friends: dana, an old english compatriot (we're both veterans of the andy c school of british romanticism, but she is more shell shocked than i), and michelle, a relatively new friend, to whom i had to say my goodbyes before she left for malaysia. but she's only gone for two weeks, so you know...

i also managed to find myself a free ticket to see alien vs. predator, which i wasn't planning on seeing, what with it being pg-13 and all, and that rating being absolutely ludicrous, and thusly limiting the extent of a cinematic vomitorium it could really be. and let's face it, the only reason any of us go to that movie is to see people, aliens, and predators get chopped into fucking meat. but who am i to flaunt free things when they are set before me? no one, that's who.

and as stated before, i was stranded in the parking lot for an hour last night, waiting for the bus, but i got to watch the exquisite beauty of a carnival that i want to go to -- the reds, greens, blues, the flashing lights of the ferris wheel against the dark dallas sky, usually so boring it makes me wish i was stoned, or something. but it was ok.

everything has been ok lately. and i'm happy. hopeful. content.

this is not to say, however, that i still won't pick up and leave when i can.



feeling: happy, hopeful, content
thinking of: green
song of the day: hands of time - groove armada
i never really felt quite the same, since i lost what i had to gain