Tuesday, April 13, 2004

R2D2, me too, comin' to see you


Alright, I'm at home and seeing as I have little time and even less self-control, I'm going to ruin my blog by listing songs I love today:

50 Gallon Drum - Buck 65
Fantastique - K-OS
The Gator - Will Oldham
Keith N' Me - Princess Superstar and Kool Keith
Anything by the Constantines (Young Lions)
Q Lazarus - Goodbye Horses (Just found out it was in Silence of the lambs)
Safeway Cart - Neil Young
Museum of Love and the Beatles - Daniel Johnston
DJ Format - Ill Culinary behavior
Mr. Dead - Chemically Imbalanced (Any day, anytime...I too can be a gangsta)
Jonathan Richman - Old World "I still have parents, and I still love the old world"

Handsome Boy Modeling School's "So...How's your girl?" (Thanks to the big L) in my eyes, is one of the best albums of the last 10 years. I hold that album up with Harvest and Srgt. Pepper's. But that's just me.


Monday, April 12, 2004

Some things last a long time

Happy Valentines Day

"I think I'm gonna quit bein' a quitter"

After a three day bender of the most extreme laziness at Neil's expense, I'm anxious to get back on track. I've been flipping through travel books and atlases for a few hours now, worrying about how to deal with problems that don't exist yet. The best part of it is that, out of the multitude of possible issues we'll have to deal with (Crazy drugs, thieves, and STDs) what seems to be the biggest problem in a lot of these countries has nothing to do with the population, but with surly and unruly monkeys. Which to me, sounds like heaven. All my life I've dreamt of being harassed by a mob of screeching hungry monkeys who REALLY want to take my sandwich, and if possible, my wallet. The best part is that the books warn you that once a monkey has your stuff, don't try to get it back because once a monkey has your stuff...You ain't gettin' it back without a fight, an angry monkey fight and I don't need to tell you what happens if a monkey takes your gun...

Spring is here and don't I know it. I could go on about my love for these blue skies and the smell of wet grass but there is always a sour note in my entries and this one is no exception. I know I'm not alone when I say that with the good weather comes some serious loneness for those of us less fortunate goons without a partner to fall back on. In the winter I had a couch and a TV to keep me going but as soon as I was lured out into the warm night for a long reflective walk, I felt it all seeping back into me. More of a flood really.

No matter when or where, a girl can send me spiraling down with nothing but a little bitta eye contact. My mind can go from thinking about where I'm going to stuff my face full of pizza to
"Oh GOD that girl looked at me and I'm nervous and she isn't and I don't have gum and I'm a nerd and now we're married and we have kids and I don't want to fight but we're fighting and getting a divorce and the kids are crying and OH GOD! WHY DID I EVER MARRY THIS WOMAN!" in about 2 seconds flat.

But that isn't the worst of it. The worst is when for whatever reason, my mind doesn't fly. Instead it decides to torture me for days with a perfect image of a perfect girl that I, Max Hazen, watched walk by, leaving me once again alone for some guy that I probably hate and more importantly, isn't me. It sounds pathetic, and it is, but I honestly believe that those small, meaningless glances are what keep me alive.

That, and food.

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