miniblag

1. as i was pulling away from the ponchatrain this afternoon post-loadout, mama cass' "make your own kind of music" was on the radio. although the song has made a revival thanks to Lost, i felt that the song was a fitting closing to an otherwise frenzied night:

Nobody can tell you, there's only one song worth singing
They may try to sell you, because it hangs them up to see someone like you
But you've gotta make your own kind of music
Sing you own special song
Make your own kind of music, even if nobody else sings along.

driving away in a deserted downtown area, i wish there were credits rolling over the screen.

2. not having been home in nearly three days, i noticed a gift unwrapped from my aunt and uncle. it was Cobain's journals. right before i took a shower, i randomly skipped to one of the pages and came across this passage:

"I mean, I like to be passionate and sincere, but I also like to
have fun and act like a dork.
Geeks Unite."