Well then. Welcome to my hades, reader.
Ok, it's not hades. It 's actually kind of exciting. I'm flying to TN for ONE DAY, not even really a day, but it's taking up the whole day. I'm on a little twin-prop puddlejumper my company put me on. There's only about 30 people on the plane. As you can imagine, being 6'4", It's just a little cramped. However, I have two seats to myself, so I have some room to spread out. (got my bag and my jacket on the other seat, much easier to get to. I just closed the window. Looking out them was fun for about 20 seconds, then it got annoying. (the sun was shining on my screen). As you ALL know, I get bored easily. There's these 3 girls sitting in front of me, not too cute, but ah well, what you gonna do. I think they're all sisters, at least 2 of them. (very different clothes, same facial features, typical sisters.. ) I think they're from tennessee. (all you have to do is hear them talk.... AHHHHHHHHHH) Accent, scare me. I don't think there's a southern accent I like. Unfortunately, the wonderful Media has twisted me into thinking all people with southern accents are total retards. (and unfortunantely, That's mostly true... heh heh heh) But my cousin has a STRONG southern accent, she's from deep mississippi, and she got a perfect on her SAT's, and full scholarship to several colleges. And when my friends hear her talk, they still think she's stupid. Ah well. No justice in THIS world.
(hello me, meet the real me, and my misfits way of life, a dark black past is my, most valued possession
hindsight is always 20/20, looking back it's still a bit fuzzy, speak of mutually assured destruction, nice story, tell it to readers digest)
I was thinking today. Why do parents feel like sending their kid to college is such a HUGE achievement??? My mother was always determined to send me to college. Like that would make me a success. My friend Tom's parents are sending him to college, wait, FORCING him to finish college even though he could come work with me now and make good money. I make more than alot of college grads. (No, i won't tell you what I make, don't ask) YAAY, the nice stewardess( she's a white lady, named Margarita) just brought me my Rold Gold preztels and 2 oz. of Dr. Pepper.. Why is that such a big deal on a plane?? I'll tell you. Because NOTHING happens!!! NOTHING!!! Our crusing altitude is 23,000 Ft. Yayy. The guy just turned off the Fasten seatbelt sign, but he wants us to keep our seatbelts fastened while we're in our seats. How screwed. I want to take this damn thing off. It's not gonna keep me safe in a 23 THOUSAND STRAIGHT DROP TO THE EARTH! ("oh damn, he would've made that, if only he'd had his seatbelt fastened." -some rescue personnel guy) And not just that, i'm a donor. Yeah, moment of weakness on my drivers license. So no ambulance guy's gonna try to save me. SPARE PARTS, man!! I got great eyes, a strong heart, non-smokers lungs, something's bound to survive the crash. ;-) If someone came up and offered me this itty-bitty bag of 5 prezels and the worlds smallest soda on the street I would be obligated to smack them in the face. Why then is it so great on the plane?? are we really THAT bored on a plane?? I guess so. Damn. Battery's already at 66%. I didn't leave the airport until 9:30, and it's 9:58 now. This thing is gonna be dead in like 1:20. have to recharge while i'm working in memphis.
(speaks in tones and sarcasm, to me it's plain, to you absurd
You don't know me, but i'm on my intent
actions do not always self represent
I don't feel urgency in explaining, my concience so vaguely clear.
nothing to lose and they'res nothing to gain
I don't miss my span of attention
I do miss my old friend Tim.)
Well then. Tom and I rented a DVD last night. 2010. It looked and sounded AWESOME. The 2000 movies theme (dunnnn dunnnnnn dunnnnn DUHHH DUHHHHNNN ) In Supreme Dolby Digital. Awww jeah. (My God, it's full of stars!)
That movie was awesome. Totally fiction, because it would never happen. at the end, everyone decides to be nice and happy. Sweet and good for them. But the effects with 2 suns ROCKED ASS.
(baby's got an atom bomb, baby's got an atom bomb)
(Take me down, 6 underground, the ground beneath your feet
lay down low, nothing to go, nowhere are we to meet)
I'll be back in dallas by 7:30 tonight. I suppose I'm gonna be pretty tired. Airflights suck when you have to come right back. But i've got stuff to do tonight, who knows, I might see Erin, she's gonna be in my area, and Pratik and I haven't done anything in a while, and I been workin on some new music, and I wanna see the wizard of oz re-release, and waterboy, and i still haven't seen roxbury(i've heard it's actually pretty humorous, like dumb-and-dumber if you liked it. And that waterboy is Happy gilmore in football. (the price is WRONG, bitch.)
yes, this is a long journal. Well, i'm FREAKING bored. Oh, and don't worry, more about the college thing next journal. i have PLENTY to talk about that. ;-) heh heh heh. Anyway, more on the flight home reader..
-DARK