Futile Horn

02.02.2003 - 5:09 am (I keeeeel you with my skateboard)

Getting up early Saturday morning still sucks, I don't care how much Irish is on the radio.

I didn't manage to sleep at all on Friday night, and when I got home from class I watched the second half of The Seven Samurai which took up the better part of the afternoon. What's great about it is the acting is often quite exaggerated, giving it a feel like it is somehow left over from silent film. I also liked the end, where the war weary hero looks out over the graves of the dead and says, we've lost again, we've survived another one.

I decided it would be best to go out with everyone else tonight, although I'm not entirely sure I was up to it. We drove up to Yorktown to a pie place called Grandma's. We nearly got lost, just like always. The pie is pretty good there, and it was hard to pick what kind to get. I wore a button-down over a Blow t-shirt, because I don't seem to have any other white ones left, and this was another proof of why I have no soul.

After that, everyone decided we should go to some crummy run down old arcade. They made you buy $5 of tokens at the door. I gave them a ten dollar bill and I had to badger them to give me back change. It was quite depressing to see a room full of arcade games that were around when I was in high school. The experience would have been quite terrible if I hadn't remember that I had never played The Simpsons' game all the way through. Parts of it were almost clever.

Despite the good pie, I don't need many more nights like tonight. Everyone feels very far away. Everyone. I can't really hear them anymore.

Born to play the funky céilí,
Futile Horn