srsly

you remember those games you played when you were little? how suddenly an empty field or a boring playground structure would instantly become a vast desert expanse or a dark fortress teeming with evil? read Neverwhere by Neil Gaiman. it’s like that, only more sinister.

this project isn’t staying true to the mission i set out at the beginning. it’s a bit too organized. that isn’t the point. so hopefully the posts from now on will be more disjointed and random like they’re supposed to be.

so i’m going to a wedding tomorrow. i get to take off work for this. there’s good and bad to this. i don’t like taking off work because things pile up while i’m gone. i like taking off work because it means i don’t have to go to work.

you know when you grow up you’re supposed to put away childhood fantasies and become more grounded in reality? does it ever seem like the more you figure out about the world, and the more things you see as you get older, that maybe you might actually be losing touch? that maybe those imaginings you had when you were “less knowledgeable” were closer to the truth than what you percieve now? sometimes i wish the kids were right.

i want a motorcycle and a super hero crash suit. and when i take my helmet off i want my hair to make the taking-off-helmet movement and settle back into the awesome anime/emo hair i’ve been having lately.