"but the airport's almost always empty this time of the year,
so let's go play on the baggage carousel.
set our watches forward like we're just arriving here
from a past we left in a place we knew too well."
--the weakerthans

i ran a search for "the weakerthans lyrics" and couldn't find the song, so i resorted to more work and did "the weakerthans" + "watermark" and that didn't give me anything.

finally, i do "the weakerthans" + "watermark" + "lyrics" and get the song lyrics.  they're worth it.  for whatever reason, i listen to that song over and over.  i've taken to showering at midnight lately, and i'll put on my hopeless records sampler and play that song again and again.  it seems as if there's something in that song that speaks to me on an unspoken level, something just beyond my comprehension that i can't quite grasp, like there's some event the song speaks of that i experienced in a past life or something.

i don't know, but i've become obsessed with the idea of going to the reading airport and playing on the baggage carousels.  i've even talked michelle into going with me, which proves she's the coolest girl to ever walk the planet.  she said she'd go and actually sounded excited about it, after i explained to her why i wanted to go.

i don't know why, but it sounds cool and like it might be fun.  anyone else wanna go sometime?

some mystique i guess i've got with airports or something...

anyway, amber's awake.  i thought i was going to be all alone in my late night internet habits, like i was yesterday morning (weird to think of it like that), but she's up with me this time, which is nice.  i don't like thinking i'm the only one losing tons of sleep lately.

finally finished up my english presentation, just about at least.  i have to do a couple things with the backboard and then it'll be all wrapped up.

so, today was cool.  got out of school again to work on hannah and alicia's recycling video.  billy was with us all day too, and that was fun hanging out with him.  he's a neat boy.  jason and i had planned to tape him running up to garbage men at j's house and telling them they were evil for not recycling or something that hannah had planned, but the garbage men never came.  so, then we were going to wait around for the recycling truck to show up, but at this point, it's already after nine, and we had to get into school and get started with the thing.

we taped a hilarious segment with murphy, and a couple other funny things too.  i'm just worried we won't get it done in time.  hudick said she wants to see a copy of the finished product before we even air it, and it's supposed to be aired on friday.  that means i'll be turning in countless class hours tomorrow to get the friggin' thing done.  plus, we still need to tape the kyle and jared section of it.  argh, too much work to do and not enough time.

hannah, billy and i had lunch at neno's.  i went because my mom had given me money for lunch, which also ended up buying me dinner.  got some pizza and garlic knots.  those things are great.  billy and hannah are really cool, liberal people, the kind i'd like to find myself spending time with when i'm older and married to thora birch.  we talked about how most kids today want to do good in school sheerly out of competition and the desire to get a good job.  i know no kids who do good in school because they want to.  if a person is in an honors class, they're in it simply because they know it'll look good on college apps.  i know of very few kids who take tough courses because they desire the knowledge.  this is the only reason i've stuck out honors english for four years.  i know if i'd applied myself, i could've done better in math and science, but i don't care about them.

i've found hannah to be another sort of lost individual in lancaster county, much like myself and shane and adam.  all four of us should've been born into another life in another place, definitely not here.  we don't fit with the mold that most kids just fall into.  where i belong i don't know, but i know it's not here.

lately, i've been thinking about the sheer lack of time i've got.  i love to just sit around, and i typically spend my time after school, like 3-6, just sitting on the comp, reading, watching movies, sleeping, whatever, before i have to get into play practice.  for a while now, it hasn't really been like that.  though getting nine hours of sleep on tuesday was very, very nice.  other than that, things are picking up pace.  i work, have the play to tend to, gotta spend countless time on english papers and book reports, gotta make up tons of late work for journalism, same with psych.  it's just too much to do before two weeks from now when the quarter ends.  somehow, i guess i'll fit it in (i hate sounding like the people i've spent four years in classes with who bitch and moan about how hard class is and then end up getting a's anyway.  i know i'll get it done and won't complain again.)

saw sisack at the sunoco today.  first time in a while.  i miss that kid at work. there's really a lack of cool people up there now.  josh good is a nice guy, and lou and lisa of course, and i like sheetz and max and bills and oksana, but other than that, there's really no one.  i'm sick of working there, i'm sick of management, i'm sick of darryl and franki and moe and beth and all the cool people i used to see all the time never being around anymore.)

i'm tired, i think.  i wish there were more hours in the day, or we just didn't need to sleep.  doesn't it just seem wasteful to you?

how to end this thing...

mistertravis: need to think of something to wrap this all up
Dunksmiles: hmm...
Dunksmiles: and so i shall "let it be" as the beatles say, for it is time to go to bed.

let it be, indeed.