not personal at all

this blog isn't personal at all. oh wait yeah it is.

there are a lot of things i want to write about, i've been thinking about them over the past hour or so. but now i can't remember anything so i'll just write whatever i feel like

ended up not going to mideast or to the party tonight (both good calls). ended up watching thomas crown affair and discussing body doubles. right. they're like 90 years old

oh yeah if you study film eventually you learn two things -- 1. hollywood is 75% heterosexual romance -- 2. the american narrative structure is based on melodrama

put them together and what do you get? every other mainstream film contains a melodramatic heterosexual romance. movies suck. movies are bad. i took a whole class where all we did was study melodrama, and it opened my eyes. but i digress

so tonight was chill. i ended up picking up jeff and giving him a ride home. gave him a couple hats. he had gotten steak fries and a steak and cheese (nasty).

i had the best tea ever, royal blend. theres a place called carberrys right near me that's nice too

but if i wanna write everything then what if i write everything? then i'll just come across as long-winded and lacking direction. but this blog isn't personal. it's not personal at all. oh wait what else is it

because there's so such thing as objectivity. there's no such thing as objectivity. there is no such thing as objectivity.

k this is kinda becoming a marathon post, but it's ok, roll with it.

i drove across the bu bridge and looked at the snow on the arch. the river is freezing over. what kind of winter is this? oh yeah it's like any other boston winter.

people live in boston and don't like it. they don't like it. boston or the weather. i'm not one of these people, but i understand these people. (or do i?)

criticizing, second guessing, how many other ways are they to say questioning yourself?

almost only counts in horseshoes and hand grenades. i used to think i was cool for knowing this. but now i know that playing horseshoes is good times and hand grenades are terrible and not something to joke about.

i'll try to keep my mouth shut. i have to remember to not joke about that. gunner palace.

sun will rise, it won't last forever. i should be asleep. dram, dream, dredge, dreary, driven to drain dirigibles.