| I really should be writing papers and studying for finals...but I can't stop listening to John Mayer. And I can't turn off my mind, but none of these thoughts have anything to do with academics. Seven more days and this bad dream is over. New semester and new beginnings.
Winter is way too cold. Whatever happened to global warming? I thought that was supposed to eminent. Anyways, I feel somewhat inclined to grow a Grizzly Adams beard. I know I say it every year, but I have nothing to hold me back this year. No girlfriend, no job--I'm golden. I'm just going to grow a huge beard and wear hilarious looking sweaters everyday. Nothing says Christmas like a hobo in a bright green reindeer sweater.
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| Today, I am going to the Hubert H. Humphrey Metrodome. I am going to watch the Vikings play the Bears in MY home stadium. The horns, the fireworks, the crowd. It's going to be one of the best experiences of my life. This is my graceland. I can now die a happy man. One who will be even happier if we pull out a win today and take the reigns in the division.
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| I am finally starting to feel like a person again. In more than one sense. I'm feeling so much better too. It's amazing to be with your friends again, even for just a couple of hours.
It's a whole rush of feelings this season. Thanksgiving tonight, football tomorrow, football again, and more Thanksgiving. It's amazing. And I saw Christmas lights tonight; it made me smile.
I feel ready to take down this town and tear it apart to find exactly what I'm looking for. I feel free, I feel a sense of purpose. It's very comforting in the mass of confusion I've recently been through.
And apparently I like writing about two or three short sentences and then changing topic. My attention span is somewhat short I guess. Oh well.
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| All I can think when I pull in my driveway these days is "we are the turquoise terror". Two hunks of junk filling up the asphalt.
I don't really mind if nobody reads this, I enjoy writing.
How can I be so clutch when I don't even play? It's fantastical. Unbelievable.
I saw one goose flying by him/herself today. I feel like it's a metaphor for life right now. Where do you think you're at?
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| Last night I had a dream that I was in a horrible car accident. I was on the highway and was turning slightly right and I went down to check my watch, which I don't even own a watch, and when I looked up, I was tumbling down the side of a hill into oncoming traffic. The car hit the siderail barrier and I flew through the windshield into the roadway. I stood up and examined my arms and face which were pretty badly cut, but I was not seriously injured. I walked to the side of the road and called my mom and after the first ring I woke up.
Odd to say the least.
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