I can’t think of anything to say. For once in my life, I am speechless.
Okay, well that’s not really true. I say that all the time, especially on here, and then I end up talking about some random thing anyway. But maybe I should rephrase that: I can’t think of anything mildly important to say. So I suppose I’ll talk about something pathetically useless to anything in real life, and if you want to read it, read it. If you don’t, then don’t. I’m not forcing you to read it. Then again, if you came here, it’d be pretty stupid to not read what I write. So read. Now.
Today the same thing happened as last week. My first bus driver was really slow, and the driver of the bus that I transfer onto at the mall drove really fast. Just as my bus was pulling into the mall bus stop, the next one pulled out. I didn’t make a fuss. I’m not quite sure why. I could even have calmly asked the bus driver to radio ahead to the other bus and tell them to wait for two seconds until I got on. But I didn’t. I was either too lazy to walk to the front of the bus to talk to the driver, or I subconsciously wanted to walk home today. And I can tell you right now, it was the latter.
The last time I missed my bus, I was mad. Mostly this was due to…Continue Reading
For some reason heavy metal makes me happy. I’m not quite sure why. I don’t listen to it that much, but a while ago I kind of got into it. I was mostly just into one band, Living Sacrifice, and I got a couple of their CDs. But every once in a while I pop it into my Discman and listen to it. Today was one of those days. It just makes me happy. I don’t know why, but it does. Maybe it’s the rhythms between the heavy pounding guitar and the drums, along with the throaty screaming. It doesn’t sound very logical, but that stuff makes me happy. I could fall asleep to that stuff. Mind you, I could fall asleep to a bunch of other stuff I listen to, but I could never sleep to country. That stuff would give me nightmares.…
Alright, enough sad entries for today, and enough thinking entries. I get like that if left alone to my own thoughts. But music usually cheers me up, such as right now.
Have you ever turned on the worst music ever and just started rocking to it as if it’s amazing? I just did that. My cousin and I always make fun of Simple Plan. So what did I do? Oh yeah, you guessed it, Simple Plan rules!* I cranked up that sucker and started bobbing my head to the music like there was no tomorrow; because, as we all know, there very well might not be for any one of us. I still don’t know why it was Simple Plan; after all, I doubt if I died tonight, that wouldn’t be what I wanted to have heard last. But whatever! I’m still around. But I still gave myself a headache from shaking my head so hard. MEH!
And I know you’re now saying to yourself, “Oh boy, what other possibly more exciting adventures could Jeff have?” Well never fear, Good Charlotte is next!**
*Not really. I’m being sarcastic.**I really don’t condone the listening of this music. Or Simple Plan, either for that matter. It has a tendency to turn your brain into mush and guys into pansies. Listener’s discretion is advised.…