9|15|01|23:00
re-volition

i don't wanna say God Bless America, nor do i wanna say in death, there is life, nor do i wanna say it'll be okay, nor do i wanna say anything that everyone else has said, under their breath.

i want to say, i conscientiously object, but war is money. currently, our only peace is being without uneasiness. life will go on, even before we realize that lives have been lost. why haven't we known that we're all the same?

and the government that i have been weary about, the one that i voted and planned and hoped against, is the very same government that i have to believe in. where our defense budget is our offense budget. to protect selfish me and my loved ones. remember the old lie: dulce et decorum est pro patria mori.

9|9|01|00:29
narcoleptic theory

the lady and i agree on something. we both think we're all dreaming. i used to think travelling in a car wasn't really travelling at all. it would simply just be a change in your mind's mental movie set. and i've thought this way, even before seeing The Matrix and The Truman Show -- even before seeing Dark City [cuz i don't like scary movies, yeh know] and definitely before seeing Fight Club. but i can't talk about that cuz the first rule, er, nevermind.

but you don't understand do you? i wasn't thinking that it was happening inside our heads. i was thinking that it was all an act. everything was props. people were actors. you were an experiment. people want to alter their mindstates, but other things are doing the altering.

on the other hand, the lady thinks we're all sleeping. and sometime soon, we're gonna wake up to a different reality. and soon after, we'll wake up again. and again and again and and again again again.

9|5|01|09:07
disco neck

cuz it's been a long, long-weekend. a weekend with cellphones turned off, answering machines turned on, instant messaging programs turned off, and the only thing turning me on is you know who. hahha.

but at the same time, we, the roommates, chilled out. renting four movies (namely: lock, stock and two smoking barrels, something about mary [which i FINALLY saw for the first time!], trainspotting, and fear and loathing in las vegas), paying less than fifteen postage stamps worth of food at Egg Roll King, and making spaghetti while spinning house records in the background.

i think there was a time this weekend, we chose to take a nap in the afternoon, and woke up at around 8PM. right when it gets dark. it was like, a disconnected day from night, where i woke up with a sore disco neck that i had to crack. yeh know?

9|1|01|00:45
september

is it september already? yeh know, it's totally funny that i've known people, girls even, named after, well, months. i've known an april, a may, a june, and even... a girl named september. she was, i think, a transfer student from the east bay, only at my elementary school for two years, not sure. like, right around the time i was finishing up the 600's in my count-to-1000 notebook. eh, well i definitely, DEFINITELY remember her and her name.

and i'll always remember my early septembers. especially my schooltime septembers. a few fuzzy memories of each september until september 99. non-schooltime septembers are just too weird. more youth outside. backpacks galore. increased lack of parking around apartment. but, in about a week and one day, i'll be going back to school. starting my 5th year after 12th grade. (with one full year of not going to school and working.) and in the words of Blink 182, when they were cool and pre-MTV, "i guess this is growing up."