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the same as the last - 2004-06-05
A night like tonight the traffic on University Ave. is a pleasing mixture of limos and sirens. I don't know who Waterloo is trying to fool pretending to be a big city. I'm pretty bored. A mountain of school work this weekend, two midterms, two essays next week, and a modest pile of shifts at the record store, you would think I should get crackin', as someone on the egg council might say. Not so. I couldn't be assed to see if my friends were doing anything, and I don't even feel like responding to e-mail. Instead I wander without purpose between the balcony, the television which is showing a grieviously censored version of The Shawshank Redemption, and this room which is streaming Edge @ The Kingdom. I wish I were at the Kingdom more than all else, I suppose, cause Martin's in his mid-nineties groove, from the sounds of it (to wit, now playing is 'Know Your Enemy'). I wish I were at the Kingdom with all its smoke and ashes, cause there is enough literal and figurative fog to hide one's self in the shadows all night long. What did we used to do on Fridays, you know, in our salad years (or in my case, Limp Bizkit years)? When you're in a relationship, Friday night is usually the dinner and movie night, while Saturday is more social. But those rules don't apply when you're single, tired or down-hearted. I am the two former, of course, but not necessarily down-hearted. Happy enough, just not sure what to do with myself anymore. Anyway...
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