As you know, I’ve tried to write a novel in a month. I failed, but I was brave in the attempt and, more importantly, I managed to get a bunch of words written.
In February, I will once again try to finish something in a month - this time, I will try to write an entire album (14 songs) worth of music. Join me in my monthly madness.
This weekend I saw Saw. There is also a Saw 2. I wish I had seen Saw 2 too because then I could say I that I saw Saw and saw Saw 2 too. Had I seen them in reverse order I could say that I saw Saw 2 and saw Saw, too.
Having seen Saw, I can say that Saw was a superb movie. You should see Saw so you can say you saw Saw too and then see Saw 2 so you can say you saw Saw 2 too. Bonus points if you see Saw while riding a see-saw so you can say you saw Saw too on a see-saw.
Here’s a conversation I had with a friend over the phone yesterday:
Her: “That reminds me of that one guy. You know, the guy? You know which guy I’m talking about?”
Me: “Uh, no. Could you vague that up a bit for me?”
Her: “You know… that German guy who killed a bunch of people.”
Me: “… um… [pause]… you mean Hitler?”
Her: “Yeah, that’s the guy.”
I always have trouble remembering his name and what he did too.
I finally got home internet access. Surprisingly enough, that’s not what I’m going to write about today. Instead, I will share with you an invitation I received yesterday via Myspace to join a very exclusive club:
Hey, yeah I saw you on one of these asian groups ;) lol, I just wanted to invite you to aznspace.com - basically something like myspace but dedicated for asians only, unify all the asians!
Come Speak Up! Good Luck is bad unless you run and hide, cuz we’re thugz for life baby, Asian Pride.
Go there and signup if you proud to be an ASIAN!
Let us review.
I’m glad I have internet at home now. It allows me to receive awesome messages like this one.
Today the city smelled like a gas leak,
But there was no leak and everyone’s fine.
Today is Monday, the start of the week
And I’m at my desk, writing down these lines.
I’m pretty sure that I am getting sick;
I am all hopped up on Dayquil right now.
Rain falls outside, making all the streets slick.
From the sixth floor window I watch the crowds,
their umbrellas floating like lily pads
upon a pond of concrete and humans.
I grab my coat to join up with the herd
and head for the seven train to Brooklyn.
“Crappy new year,” I think as the clouds burst.
But it’s not so bad - at least it’s not worse.
For the past year or so, I have had a reoccurring dream in which I failed a class in high school (usually English) and that I have to go back and retake the course. What makes this dream more terrifying is the fact that when I wake up, I have to reassure myself that I don’t actually have to go back to high school. I don’t have to go back… right?
Farewell 2006. It was nice knowing you. 2007, how’s it going?
With the new year comes the obligatory list of new year’s resolutions. Here’s mine:
That’s pretty much all I’m really looking to accomplish. If I manage to get one of these things done, I will consider this year an overwhelming success.
