Saturday, February 26, 2005
Ha! Ha ha ha ha ha!
What are we laughing at?
Today as I was driving home from the grocery store, I passed a woman driving in her car, with no other passnegers, and laughing hysterically as she drove. I wonder what was so funny. I wonder if it was something on the radio, or if she had some kind of hands-free cell phone she was on and I couldn't see it, or maybe she was just thinking of something funny that had happened. Or maybe she was just insane.
I've been having a whole bunch of deep thoughts as of late. I would share them here except I'm not in the right mood at this moment. I find myself thinking a lot, and thinking about important things. For some reason recently I've been focusing on my family and their whole dynamic. I think that Freud was a smart guy... he knew his shit. I hope I'm not doomed because of that.
Last night I hung out with Jase, John, Joe, and ... Sarah. Sort of anti-climactic after all thsoe J names. Anyway, technically Andrew was there too... so we should throw his non-J name in the mix. Anyway, it was fun... we invented songs on the spot and had some beers. Always a good time hanging out with those folks.
I have big time respect for John. He's a remarkable person. A strong person. I guess we all are though. It's weird, the respect we have for each other. Kinda strange. What a weird situation it all is... the group dynamic between everybody... the fact that we love writing music and playing together, and yet that's totally not even the half of it, that's totally not even the main thing that's going on. We each as individuals have so much freakin' drama and it feels good to get together and out-drama each other. It gets to the point where we just laugh... and I really think there's something so very theraputic about it. Laughter really is the best medicine. Such a cliche... so true.
Josh is visiting next weekend, and I'm pretty psyched about that. We always have such a good time. And I think he should meet the band. He already has, but I think he should get to know them better. I think they'd get along well, and I want the important people in my life to be familiar with each other. I want them to get along and to understand the reason why I feel they are so important to me. This makes no sense. I should shut up.
I need to take a nap. I've got to go be a bridesmaid (I'm a different one this time! Not pregnant!) tonight at Joey and Maria's. Hey, it's free food and fifty bucks. I sure as hell won't complain. After that I'll probably try desperately to contact friends who are still up for hanging out... and maybe I'll have some beers and some lovely conversations.
Yeah.
Today as I was driving home from the grocery store, I passed a woman driving in her car, with no other passnegers, and laughing hysterically as she drove. I wonder what was so funny. I wonder if it was something on the radio, or if she had some kind of hands-free cell phone she was on and I couldn't see it, or maybe she was just thinking of something funny that had happened. Or maybe she was just insane.
I've been having a whole bunch of deep thoughts as of late. I would share them here except I'm not in the right mood at this moment. I find myself thinking a lot, and thinking about important things. For some reason recently I've been focusing on my family and their whole dynamic. I think that Freud was a smart guy... he knew his shit. I hope I'm not doomed because of that.
Last night I hung out with Jase, John, Joe, and ... Sarah. Sort of anti-climactic after all thsoe J names. Anyway, technically Andrew was there too... so we should throw his non-J name in the mix. Anyway, it was fun... we invented songs on the spot and had some beers. Always a good time hanging out with those folks.
I have big time respect for John. He's a remarkable person. A strong person. I guess we all are though. It's weird, the respect we have for each other. Kinda strange. What a weird situation it all is... the group dynamic between everybody... the fact that we love writing music and playing together, and yet that's totally not even the half of it, that's totally not even the main thing that's going on. We each as individuals have so much freakin' drama and it feels good to get together and out-drama each other. It gets to the point where we just laugh... and I really think there's something so very theraputic about it. Laughter really is the best medicine. Such a cliche... so true.
Josh is visiting next weekend, and I'm pretty psyched about that. We always have such a good time. And I think he should meet the band. He already has, but I think he should get to know them better. I think they'd get along well, and I want the important people in my life to be familiar with each other. I want them to get along and to understand the reason why I feel they are so important to me. This makes no sense. I should shut up.
I need to take a nap. I've got to go be a bridesmaid (I'm a different one this time! Not pregnant!) tonight at Joey and Maria's. Hey, it's free food and fifty bucks. I sure as hell won't complain. After that I'll probably try desperately to contact friends who are still up for hanging out... and maybe I'll have some beers and some lovely conversations.
Yeah.
