[ mood | tired ]
[ music | Crowded House – “World Where You Live” ]

Yeah I haven’t written in a while… I tend to do this with journals. I have the best intentions, but I fall off the wagon, and don’t follow through. I think I just pick bad times to try to write. At work I’m usually too busy working or spacing out, so I try to write at home, but by then the day is over, I’m tired and have nothing interesting to say, or at least not an interesting way to say it. Blah.

So last night I went to see “Reign of Fire” with Jetset. It’s obviously not a ground-breaking movie, but it was okay (not sure Jetset would agree). The action scenes were fun, and the concept was interesting, but execution was kinda blah. Felt the same way about “Minority Report” — it almost worked as a movie, but not quite. The product placement in that movie was annoying, particularly so since I went to a seminar on product placement while out at the Promax conference. Blah.

Saturday night I met up with Jetset again, this time at our old Starbucks haunt at Astor. Decided to head out to Tim’s party in Brooklyn. The subways were a fucking ordeal. With the power outage after that explosion, trains were running all fucked. We hopped an express Q, then had to transfer to an N, then an F. Took like an hour to get out there. It was a roof party – that was a plus. A lot of Kool Kidsâ„¢ there, which of course I have no patience for. I’m not impressed by your white belt, and I couldn’t care less about theories on why the White Stripes are sellouts. Like music because it gets you off, not to impress your industry friends, or the cute chick behind the counter at the vinyl store… she’s not going to suck your dick anyway. Sat on the roof off to a corner with Jetset most of the night. There were some cool people there… got to talk to Brandon which is always good. He’s a Kool Kidâ„¢ I can actually deal with.. probably because he’s older, but also because he admits to liking bad music, and enjoys fast food too – read: he’s normal. Back to the Kool Kidsâ„¢ discussion for a second… a couple of them I know where bitching about that Mitsubishi commercial, the one with the Dirty Vegas soundtrack and the girl doing the robot in the car. They were bitching about her… but they’re just like her, down to the fucking newsboy cap. Also got to talk to Jen S… she’s so cool. I totally admire her. She’s got it all together and is really happy with her life. Has a job she loves, a family she adores, and still goes to shows and gets drunk. Also got to talk to a friend of a friend, who I last saw when I last drank, which was eons ago (not counting LA). She’s really cool – fun to talk to, and not a pretentious NYCer. Plus she does that thing that drives guys crazy: she touches you when she’s talking to you… For a split second I thought, “Maybe this girl…” then I snapped out of it. It was obviously the Jack swirling around my brain causing me to read into that. I’m a monk, yes that’s me.

Left about 2am – took the F train back to Jetset’s so I could catch the N into Manhattan, of course the F starts running express (they don’t tell us till we miss our stop) so we got out at the next available top, then had to wait 30 minutes for another train to come to take us back 1 stop. Then I had to wait for the N, which was only a shuttle, then had to transfer to an R running local into the city, then another wait for the PATH, and then the cab. I’m never partying Brooklyn again. Of course I always say that.. just wish I had some people in JC or Hoboken to hang with.

On the subway I alternated between listening to Crowded House & Body Count. There’s just something relaxing about having “World Where You Live” followed by “KKK Bitch.”

So I know it’s not cool to have regrets… you’re supposed to be all, “I have no regrets” about your life. But I have one… have had for five years. It impacts me everyday to some degree, but I try not to think about directly. It usually creeps up one me when I’m coming back from some event, party, show, etc., alone… I want to share my commute, my adventures with someone and they’re not here. If I had been paying attention all those years ago, they might be sitting here beside me, but they’re not. Occasionally we’re still in touch, and talk even, but it’s not fulltime, and I’d like it to be. Hmmmm.

In closing, I’ll leave you with some words by Ice-T and Neil Finn… I’ll let you try to figure out which lyrics go with which artist…

So what we really tryin’ to say is Body Count loves everybody.
We love Mexican girls, Black girls, Oriental girls, it really don’t matter.
If you from Mars, and you got a pussy, we will fuck you.

But I don’t know where you go
Do you climb into space
To the world where you live
The world where you live
So here we lie against each other
These four walls can never hold us
We’re looking for wide open spaces
High above the kitchen
And we’re strangers here
On our way to some other place