"A Clock Is Ticking, but It's Hidden Far Away"
A little Snow Patrol for y'all today, "Somewhere A Clock Is Ticking." They've a new album coming out shortly, and I'd be lying if I said that I'm not anxiously anticipating it. I know I've heaped praise on them long ago, but I been rediscovering their albumn of late, and I absolutely love this band.
Anyway, moving on.
I'm tired. It's Good Friday, I'm headed to work, and I'm feeling unmotivated, bored, and lonely. Have I mentioned that i'm beginning to develop a disdain for holidays? They just constantly remind me of how incessently lonely this little life is. It can be fun as hell, but it's generally unrewarding. It's like eating chocolate cake for breakfast.
Case in point: I had a great evening out last night. It was another in a series of PGH new lawyers happy hours that a girl from Law School's been coordinating. We all got together at a little jazz club d'ahn t'ahn, and though we had to deal with panel-speakers and a lack of music, it was still good times. Sprout and friends were of course in attendance with me, as was an unexpectedly kinetic Jeanie, whom it is simultaneously exhilarating and frustrating to have back in the mix. Danielle was working over a new Beau, and I was sporting my handcrafted (by the organizers) "Perfect Attendance" sash. The big scary bartender kept calling me ambassador. It sounds lame, I know. It probably was- but what the hell? It was fun.
So when it was over, I was terribly disappointed. I was home by about 10 or so, and fought off falling asleep long enough the watch more than half of Eternal Sunshine (proof positive I'm feeling lonely) before my new shit-tastic DVD player kept freezing. It's cranky. That's what I get for spending 40 bucks on a DVD player. Determined to stay up 'til 1 on a school night, I opted to fast forward through Walk the Line (my Verdict: almost-greatness) to all of the singing parts. I heart Reese Witherspoon, who's much cuter as a brunette, and I had to fight off the urge to download every Johnny Cash song, ever, before heading to bed. By the way, I can't shake it, but Johnny Cash absolutely reminds me of my grandfather, though he never played the guitar. I don't understand this at all. I suppose it's because I believe that Grandpap would've been a huge Johnny Cash fan, and I would've liked to have asked him about things like that before he died.
See, this is where my head's at these days. I'm going to blame Jay Paterno, and Easter. And maybe Damaso Marte. This is quite the post, huh? Am I all over the place, or am I all over the place? At least I'm writing, right?
Anyway, let's try to move onto something less boring, pretentious, and sappy...
..actually, I got nuthin'. Where the hell did all of my creativity go? Is this what happens when you start growing up and working holidays? Or is this just the result of prolonged muselessness? Ah, rhetorical questions, the mark of a weak writer.... I salute you.
Here's something to talk about: Jean and I have been discussing "Ladder theory" the last few days. If anything can spark conversation around here, this is it. I'll save thoughts until you've had a chance to give it a look and make some comments of your own.
be good to each other, and Happy Easter.
-apk
Anyway, moving on.
I'm tired. It's Good Friday, I'm headed to work, and I'm feeling unmotivated, bored, and lonely. Have I mentioned that i'm beginning to develop a disdain for holidays? They just constantly remind me of how incessently lonely this little life is. It can be fun as hell, but it's generally unrewarding. It's like eating chocolate cake for breakfast.
Case in point: I had a great evening out last night. It was another in a series of PGH new lawyers happy hours that a girl from Law School's been coordinating. We all got together at a little jazz club d'ahn t'ahn, and though we had to deal with panel-speakers and a lack of music, it was still good times. Sprout and friends were of course in attendance with me, as was an unexpectedly kinetic Jeanie, whom it is simultaneously exhilarating and frustrating to have back in the mix. Danielle was working over a new Beau, and I was sporting my handcrafted (by the organizers) "Perfect Attendance" sash. The big scary bartender kept calling me ambassador. It sounds lame, I know. It probably was- but what the hell? It was fun.
So when it was over, I was terribly disappointed. I was home by about 10 or so, and fought off falling asleep long enough the watch more than half of Eternal Sunshine (proof positive I'm feeling lonely) before my new shit-tastic DVD player kept freezing. It's cranky. That's what I get for spending 40 bucks on a DVD player. Determined to stay up 'til 1 on a school night, I opted to fast forward through Walk the Line (my Verdict: almost-greatness) to all of the singing parts. I heart Reese Witherspoon, who's much cuter as a brunette, and I had to fight off the urge to download every Johnny Cash song, ever, before heading to bed. By the way, I can't shake it, but Johnny Cash absolutely reminds me of my grandfather, though he never played the guitar. I don't understand this at all. I suppose it's because I believe that Grandpap would've been a huge Johnny Cash fan, and I would've liked to have asked him about things like that before he died.
See, this is where my head's at these days. I'm going to blame Jay Paterno, and Easter. And maybe Damaso Marte. This is quite the post, huh? Am I all over the place, or am I all over the place? At least I'm writing, right?
Anyway, let's try to move onto something less boring, pretentious, and sappy...
..actually, I got nuthin'. Where the hell did all of my creativity go? Is this what happens when you start growing up and working holidays? Or is this just the result of prolonged muselessness? Ah, rhetorical questions, the mark of a weak writer.... I salute you.
Here's something to talk about: Jean and I have been discussing "Ladder theory" the last few days. If anything can spark conversation around here, this is it. I'll save thoughts until you've had a chance to give it a look and make some comments of your own.
be good to each other, and Happy Easter.
-apk
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