Back when I was a freshman in high school, I decided to dress up as a Borg for halloween (it’s a start trek thing if you don’t know). The costume was amazing: LEDs, big rubber tubes, wires, control panels, the works. I found most of my supplies at this fabulous store in Skokie, IL called “American Science and Surplus.” It was a huge warehouse full of everything you could ever possibly need in life — beakers, transistors, model kits, telescopes, colanders, you name it.
So I go by Mike’s cube the other day and what do I see on his desk but an “American Science and Surplus” catalog. Turns out they’ve got their inventory on the interweb. Now I can order stuff like bags of eyeballs and robot parts from here in Austin, TX.
Other than that, my week has been devoted to completing a project for my java class. I don’t want to go into it — it’s sucking the life out of me.
So general stress and malarky.
And not a block of cheese in sight.
I worry about finishing my project. I worry about finding a job. I worry about my family. I worry about you. Last night I found myself at the Crown & Anchor at last call. I thought to myself with furrowed brows: “I probably shouldn’t go anywhere until I sort out all the things that have led to my sitting at this table and drinking this beer.” But I’ve been saying that for years, and still I end up at the Crown drinking and dying. So I’m trying to change my thinking, and get back to where I once belonged (before I grew a heart and a sex drive). I’m 24 years old - who knows, these could be the “good old days”.
this is my routine — worry mon through wed followed by wonderment at my ability to be a stress bucket. issall bullshiiit. i’m the coolest person in the room. stay tuned tomorrow for more sense and a apology.
So I say to you now, at the trim of the boosh: I am going to move to London. I am going to make the positive changes in my life that will make this happen. I am going to be me. I have to put Austin and all it’s love and hate behind me. this is my butter spot.
sorry isn’t good enough for austin
still, couldn’t you have told me you were letting go?
i never heard you say goodbye
so i’m giving up
No more wishing and hoping — just straight up action, Alicia Bridges style.
i found myself at the bus stop last night. got a cup of coffee, listened to some tunes, sheltered my iPod from the sprinkling drizzle. then suddenly:
“NOTHING CAN STOP THIS LONELY RAIN FROM FALLIN!”
it was like i forgot i was out in public or something. i got some sympathetic smiles from the audience. oh austin, sometimes i wonder about you. could we have been something more than a power ballad tribute band?
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