18 June, 2000

Have you ever heard that song "Lucky Denver Mint" by Jimmy Eat World?  Well, I have.  It's on "Clarity," one of my favorite cds.  Anyway, I downloaded an acoustic version of the song and I'm listening to it as I write.  It's this really melancholly song about this guy (my interpretation here) who's finally out on his own, and he feels like he's in love.  He's finally grown up enough to actually be IN LOVE with somebody, even though he knows he's barely different than he used to be.  And even though he's doing pretty well, he's still relying on luck and fortune to get him through life.  But something goes wrong (I guess) with this new love he's in, and at first he's hurt and tries to blame the girl, but admits to himself that it's his fault; that he can't learn from his own mistakes.

The reason I'm typing all of this to myself is so that I can read it later, the next time I think I'm in love and I really shouldn't be.  I'm not angry or openly upset anymore, but there's still some feelings of regret and self-pity.

Today was possibly the most boring day of all time.  I woke up at 9, went to church, then sat around until dinner.  After dinner, I sat around some more.  Now I'll probably go to bed around 1 or 2.

Figures.