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| pavement can't help but make me feel good. i'll write something more useful later, a lot going through this head of mine. | | |
| honnestly how the fuck can i end up sleeping for hours when i don't particularely want to, then when i actually think/know it's time to sleep i can't... or maybe just don't seem to want to... or maybe just only will succumb to such a thing after trying really, really hard in which i mean laying in some ackward possition on my bed sometime after 2am with my eyes shut thinking i'll suddenly fall asleep within the next half hour or so. the only exception to this is the rare time where i end up sleeping for nearly 12 hour periods of time with possible small minute sized intervals where i simply look over to my clock and see what time it is, almost as a way to see if it's time to get up yet. the obvious answer at the moment as i see it, that never seems to get across is that no time is ever the right time to get up and going with that to quote the title of a coalesce song sometimes selling out is waking up'. | | |
| how the fuck do i go from listening to minor threat to alice coltrane on my ipod? and it's funny how i can never get to sleep at a reasonable time any more. aside from that realization it's not all that bad, maybe minus that not really wanting to get up some mornings, but considering i don't really work a real job with real hours it's kind of ok for now. almost too much time to think without anything in the way. time for a couple hours of sleep. | | |
| same place, about the same time, doing pretty much the exact same thing as yesterday with maybe less giggles due to less ridiculous music- leviathan. at this moment however with the lp playing finishing it brings me to the impasse of deciding not only what to listen to, but in which format to listen to it into. vinyl or compact disc? at the moment my mind is slightly taking the side of a cd due to my ever growing collection which most likely will inch towards 600 by the end of this year (it's almost sad how i can guess such things at the time being, but i suppose it's inevitable the way i spend). this always ends up a losing battle on my end no matter what i do, either way i'm up later and later. this though isn't so bad tomorrow as either: a. work is officially closed for the holidays still or b. i'm just bothering not to go into town. fuck if i know though, best not to think of such things and head back to my overflowing music collection. | | |
| so awake at nearly 3 am and all i can do for the last while is thing of how ridiculous it is to be up at this time of night reading jpod by douglas coupland, while listening to sergio mendes & brazil '66 on vinyl- which is only possible due to the simple fact that my audio cabinet has casters on the bottom making it a breeze to wheel beside my bed so that i can listen to such odd things with headphones. the combinations of all things considered just make this situation utterly hilarious to me, which i know simply by the laughing fit i had as the first side of the ye-me-le lp ended. mind you i'm sure listening to any of my other records would change much for at the moment, and possibly for all eternity, my record collection will be filled with the most uneven assortment of random lps either found or bought online which to some extent will only be around for my subtle amusement. side b awaits. | | |
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