That Dirty Drunk and the Tamberine Behind my head

Today I came to the truth. I'm not a bounty hunter, superhero, badass assasian, or a movie star. I'm not intimately linked to any celebrities, especially ms. Knightly. I live in a tiny apartment with a stack of pork n' beans in my kitchen. I sit here everyday, playing games and living in a world that doesn't exist. It makes me think, have I lost touch. Could I have been something more... Now I don't even know what I wanna do or where I'm going. Good at nothing, medoicre at somethings. For some reason, I needed to say that.

In celebration for this sobering discovery, I will be getting trashed tonight. By myself if it happens to be that way. I'll wake up tomorow, alittle hung over and hopefully alittle more intouch.

I changed my major today. I'm not officially an art student...again. Chances are that any friends I had in aviation will outcast me, but hell, it happens.

Wow I'm whiny today. mewithoutYou is a great band, and that's an understatement. It seems like my blogs were more upbeat in Amsterdam, perhaps because I was drunk half the time. Heh, I'll have to chug a beer before I write another blog. I'm desperatly grasping to find something entertaining of the past week, but nothing comes. It's like I live in Groundhog's Day, but time passes...and I dont die everyday...yea...
The downward spiral I call tonight begins now. All are welcome to come and join...