9:36 p.m.
January 12, 2003
nine thirty six.
right now i'm the most emotionally unemotional i've been in a while. it's really quite bizarre. i'm overcome with non-emotion.
it's like you want to apply all the songs you once applied to yourself to other people.
Except for one.
Will you never rest?
Fighting the battle of who could care less
Or maybe two, dictated by Winamp.
Who needs enemies when you've got friends?
Now your hands are tied
And who needs accidents when you've got me?
Now I'm on your side
Maybe it's not even the lyrics. Maybe it's the feel of the songs. The Doos. The guitars. The feel.
I've decided that I'm going to learn the guitar.
Then I'm going to start a band.
And Carl will play Bass.
We'd need a drummer, but I have one in mind. I'll ask him some time.
And we would play smoky bars and be heckled by old men with yellow teeth, and we would end every set with a cover of Super Bon Bon.
I've been reading tablatures and playing TSO and AoM and reading forums and looking things up all day.
Tomorrow I will have DSL, and I'll leave behind an old friend. Since 2000. 938 entries. Two and a half years of my life. Where I first played Monkey Island 4, Fallout, and The Sims Online. Where I downloaded 900 MP3s. Where I watched strongbad week after week. The ups and downs of three years of my life, all online. From AOL to AIM to Trillian. Windows ME to Windows XP. Windowblinds. Wallpaper depicting Invader ZIM, SimCity4, and Black and White. Four different forums visited regularly. AOL to Telocity to DirecTV DSL to Earthlink. A carefree thirteen year old kid to a relieved sixteen year old.
Goodbye to my Krex Box. You've served me well.
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