|Current mood:||oil on the garage floor|
|Current music:||air - "dead bodies"|
sarge believes in method acting
mothers' day and fathers' day are both quite stupid. as are almost all non-political holidays. but i do like not going to school. almost as much as i like itunes 4.5 party shuffle function. and of montreal.
so now there is this friendster thing for us NYU kids only and some other universities have their own too. it is called thefacebook. pretty interesting if you ask me. ask me. i'll tell you. does anyone even read this crap?
i'd like to write a detective novel about a chain smoking, twice divorced, insomniac gumshoe who has to find this missing lady who has ran off to join the circus. on his search he encounters various parts of the crime underworld, and it turns out the lady didn't even join the circus, she died in a train wreck. i think you would be a character in this story, at least a bartender type informant who knows all the facts and has sagely advice. and serves the other main character dry gin wihtout him even asking because the bartender knows its what he wants.
it would be interesting but i was not actually serious. prose can be nonserious. i think this is prose.
it is now. i henceforth declare it. sleep is beckoning me, and at the same time, advanced placement physics is driving me away from itself. but who wants to hang out with a loser like AP physics anyways?
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