The anticipation of it all
I'm easy psyched about things. Especially about things that will make people wonder why the heck I'm so excited about.
On Sundays, I wake up eagerly anticipating the latest episode of Lost which won't be showing until close to midnight (unless they replace it with a movie-of-the-month kind of thing). This week, I'm super-pysched about the release of Foo Fighters' latest album, which can translate in the fact that a possible gig around the corner. (My emo friend Kae was like, "Mmph!" and shrugging her shoulders.) A few days ago, I was eager awaiting the launch of Halo 3 even though I don't own a Xbox 360 and I suck fabulously at FPSes.
Those were just tips of many ice-bergs. I'm constantly thinking of things that I should be excited about. I can't wait till get a place of my own. I can't wait till I tender my registration letter and breath in the smell of freedom (and daylight) for the very first time. I can't wait for the day where I chill out with a good book by the beach, maybe with a cocktail on the side, and by sheer chance, bump into a stranger and the next thing I know, we're having breakfast in bed. Oops, I've got carried away there...
Truth is, I've waiting my whole life for things to get better and you know what it never really does. Every job and every relationship, they're all the same. Just a different kind of suck. I guess if I want things to happen, I should get off my arse and go do it. Now, which good book should I bring?
On Sundays, I wake up eagerly anticipating the latest episode of Lost which won't be showing until close to midnight (unless they replace it with a movie-of-the-month kind of thing). This week, I'm super-pysched about the release of Foo Fighters' latest album, which can translate in the fact that a possible gig around the corner. (My emo friend Kae was like, "Mmph!" and shrugging her shoulders.) A few days ago, I was eager awaiting the launch of Halo 3 even though I don't own a Xbox 360 and I suck fabulously at FPSes.
Those were just tips of many ice-bergs. I'm constantly thinking of things that I should be excited about. I can't wait till get a place of my own. I can't wait till I tender my registration letter and breath in the smell of freedom (and daylight) for the very first time. I can't wait for the day where I chill out with a good book by the beach, maybe with a cocktail on the side, and by sheer chance, bump into a stranger and the next thing I know, we're having breakfast in bed. Oops, I've got carried away there...
Truth is, I've waiting my whole life for things to get better and you know what it never really does. Every job and every relationship, they're all the same. Just a different kind of suck. I guess if I want things to happen, I should get off my arse and go do it. Now, which good book should I bring?
posted by Haley at
11:04 PM
6 Comments:
Most definitely, "The Five People You Meet In Heaven" by Mitch Albom.
And if there's space, "Tuesdays With Morrie" by the same author. :)
Uh... Are these self-help? They sure sounded very self-help-sectiony to me... So no thanks...
I want an xbox 360 too. Just for the sake of playing Halo 3. I suck at playing FPS on control pads thou. :(
I don't read much so no recommendations for you. Perhaps The Alchemist by Paulo Coelho. Haha.n
Still too self-helpy. Although it's nicely wrapped in a story format, it's still a no-no. I want black humour and maybe a baby-switching scheme here and there and throw in some motorbikes too...
for black humour i heartily recommend the movie : "don't be a menace in south central while drinking your juice in the hood" ... a motherfuckin grade A classic
Sorry but I haven't heard of it.
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