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How is everybody!
Let me tell you. I'm trying to listen to this song through Myspace and it quits like a minute in. and so i downloaded an mp3 through a site, cos it's not my computer and i can't do torrents and such. And this mp3, everytime there's a pause, like Rihanna finishes a line or in between a drumbeat, has a robotic voice says, "102.7 kiss FM". that is really annoying. Do people listen to radio more when reminded of it constantly? Do people forget that they're listening unless reminded, like clapping hands to get your attention. People all driving in their car saying, "this song is sweet, what was I do, am I driving, i am in a VOID!" and then the radio tells them their call sign and it's like, back on track, i know where I am, i'm ready, wait where am I? Oh yeah, 102.7.
I need internet. Everytime I come over to Lindsey's mom I just get so excited for it. I watch old youtube videos everyone's already been crazy about, new music everyone's already over. and I feel like an old man, talkinga bout the problem with MP3s, all totally unaware like Colonel Sanders mispronouncing Pokemon.
BUT!
What is new everybody?
Lindsey and I are in a new place. It is in Tumwater. The official name for our home is Gleesky Prospect. So If you ever get a letter from me it will say.
Sincerely,
ZACH!
Gleesky Prospect
P.S.- Have you heard the Born Ruffians? That stuff is shit good!
I am now 23 and am feeling a general excitement and expectation that I can't quite place. The energy of a spring coiled inside me, or the potential energy of a jar on the edge of a shelf, right before it falls. Everytime the Cherry Trees pop I feel like revived, all my dormant projects i've dreamed about through winter suddenly get priority again.
The problem with this feeling is that I get so upset with myself for not accomplishing more throughout the year. Everytime is the same for me. "I can do so many things" I say, "Why have i not done them?"
This is my general feeling.
I realized I could watch old TV shows on youtube. So I've been watching Nabokov interviews from this stodgy book show and I finally hear what his voice sounded like. It was better than i could imagine, more rolling r's and rising inflections than the voice in my head, reading his intros in some Zach-made russian accent, could ever possibly create. And I got this old copy of the Gift for 2 dollars and reading the "About the Author" it said, "Nabokov is currently working on a translation of Eugene Onegin" and it gave me this feeling, I'm reading a book printed when he was still alive when he was still creating, this joy and sadness clashing in me like two color blues from two brands of crayons. And then I gave a haircut.
I'm developing a new walk to work, developing a new pattern of things to take note of(how many leaves fell off how many trees, how many lawns in need of mowing, when to cross the street, when to hop to the sidewalk, who hasn't yet woken to grab the paper). I love being in tumwater again, waking up to trees and birds chirping then walking two blocks to the subway and porn shop. every morning as I rush to the bus(it's 9:45 and it comes at 9:47) a pack of state workers walk through the street on some morning break routine. I've been, this last week, trying to make eye contact with them and say hello, to join them in my routine,b ut they REFUSE TO LOOK AT ME. They make way on the sidealk for me, they are aware of my presence, but they can't look up to say hi, they just keep talkinga bout recycling and crazy plans their kids have for the weekend. I'm thinkning of starting to bark at them, or yell non-sequiters while staring at the ground. maybe i can shout KISS 102.7, then they'll get back on track. It fucking annoys me though.
I don't know why when I write this I swear more than when I talk face to face. The letters of fuck are placed nicely on the keyboard, perhaps it's just fun to type.
This entry has been like a hand tapping nervously on a knee, I can't seem to keep to one subject and I apologize. And there's so many things I want to say to you guys, but they are mostly poop jokes or funny ideas I had that are halfway forgotten by now, some noontime idea that's faded with each hour. But couple things seen: Two sad people passing each other on capital today, short black-haired girl looking crushed by the air above her and shameful, blonde hair guy all in leather. they slowly passed in front of the Subway, lingering as if they knew each other and were awkwardly in the middle o fa conversation they couldn't finish, some goodbye they couldn't muster. She continued walking to the bus stop. he walked into the porn shop.
And a man stopped in fron of the shop today on his bicycle, with a fine bike-rack on the back wheel and a specially made carrying bag. he put it up on the kickstand walked to the back and unzipped the bag, took out a giant cigar, lit it and continued biking.
And I want to start a band of 7 year old kids with various physical problems but hearts of gold. And they sing slow, sweet songs about hugging and summer memories they hope to have if they can just live long enough(their various ailments hindering their chances). And there'll be a prodigy keyboard player backing up the 5 kid harmonies and a child playing drums with a passion and talent rarely seen by kids of his age(and condition). And I want to name them Star Wars. And see if George Lucas sues and if he does tell him, "they've never seen your movies. Star wars are the battles that go on every day in their hearts." And refuse to change their name.
That'd be Funny.
Zach Mandeville. Diaryland Entry. 102 point see ya!
