BIRTHDAY!

BAM! I'm seventeen today which is proof that i'm aging at a normal rate. I'm excited about this because about three years ago i thought i would jump ahead to 35 and then regress down to 18 and finally die at age 3. This is a thrill beyond the wettest dreams of our contemporaries. Today was great even beyond the fact that it was my birthday. I got to watch the Crucible today, which was pretty good, especially since Winona Ryder looked eerily similar to Lindsay Lohan in that movie, only with her hair down though. Later in the day i got to work on my website and i added a MIDI file of "And You and I" which sounds really cool, i guess computer noises can accurately capture SOME songs.

I was really tired on the bus and it was raining when i got off so i thought "This will probably wake me up" i also thought "Aww crap it's raining out"...because i'm a baby like that. Anyway SURPRISE SURPRISE! my father was waiting for me at the bus stop and he drove me to Papas Chinos and we ate a pizza together and talked about life, college and the fact that it took me seventeen years to be able to eat this particular pizza.

I'm wearing my coat indoors which is great because it makes me warm, all i need now is some really warm gloves that offer me the flexibility to use my fingers without too much hassle.

AND MY MOM IS MAKING WHOOPIE PIES TONIGHT!! YES!!! I think it just hit me that i'm seventeen, seeing as i haven't whoopie pies since i was seven. I remember the days when kids would have their moms bring in cupcakes when it was their birthday. See, everyone had friends for at least one day as a child. The trench coat mafia obviously weren't trying hard enough, you win friends with cupcakes!!!

and now it's time for the stream of consciousness part of my post

So yesterday i heard that Wilco broke up, which really sucks because i was really starting to like them (not that this stops me) and i was really hoping they'd put out at least a few more albums. Well then i looked into it and it appears that they haven't broken up so in fact they have a book coming out next week. What the hell do i know?

I think i've become numb to weird noises in my house. I hear scratching every now and then, and the few doors we have in the house routinely shake. However, the greatest noise in this drafty Cape's repetoire is the "Shake The Whole Friggin House When The Dryer Comes On". It's like sears got mad at old homes and made their cleaning appliances with the expressed purpose of shaking the foundation.

I think i'd like to write a book, maybe a depressing play about people come to terms with things. I could load it up with swears too. Charge people 100 dollars to see the latest pseudo avant garde crap. I wish i was andy warhol. I wish i could do a breath taking time lapse photography of New York in the fall and then follow that up with forty five minutes of men's faces while receiving blow jobs. Now THAT is diversifying your portfolio.

One of my favorite childhood memories is the time in the fifth grade when i found this gem of a novel in the school library: "Mommy why can't Johnny pay attention?" Only in America...well, maybe Puerto Rico...and probably most of Europe too...and then in the Vatican i'm sure the Pope has an advance copy of the book...hmmn...interconnectedness...

I think i had something poignant to say but i lost it after the grass uprooted my faith in fauna.