mooks and midriffs.

the world is a sad, sad place. The Good Shepard's come, but no one is following. This issue has laid dormant in my mind for awhile, but learning about mass media and culture has shaken it awake. Just look at the original midriff, Ms. Spears. (Not to mention, the original anti-midriff, Avril Lavigne.)

plaid shirt, brown pants.

I borrowed my younger brother's shirt today, but it's a little big for me. How depressing. When I put my arm through it, I noticed it was made by Levi's, along with my pants. For some reason that meant that it must look good with them. And it did. It helped me get over the fact that I probably look like a coat hanger in it.

people always think Nick is older.

the bus.

I'm at a bus station but there aren't any buses coming. I'm just sitting there. I was too late, or they're on strike, or the apocalypse happened without my knowledge and bus driving - along with regular attendance on transit vehicles - was the answer to life, so I got left behind.

the new blog.

So I'm going to start. writing, that is. It's about time. I'm listening to Crosby, Stills, Nash and Young for the first time. My little brother bought it with his HMV gift card he got for Christmas, what was that, three weeks ago? I have to say, I'm impressed. thoroughly, thoroughly. They just don't make it like they used to. well, some do. Not enough of them though.

Actually, I don't know if I believe that. What I mean is, I like the words and music of Wilco and the Arcade Fire just as much as the Beatles and the Who. Anyway, before the music snob demon starts using me again, I'll stop. I won't bow down. I won't.

So Bethany and I are in a strange place right now. I mean, we broke it off on Friday, but today is Monday and we had a conversation this afternoon almost as if nothing had happened. And it was nice. I won't get too deep into it. It's a helpless situation right now. Helpless, helpless, helpless.
Sing it, Neil. Sing it. We'll let God figure it out if it's so helpless.