in fact, this has been the most mellow and calm summer i can remember. i'm not complaining either. it feels so good to let myself have problems the size of "what would i like to eat tonight?" as opposed to "how will i be able to make rent this month?".

i spoke with a friend online who regretted taking his date to see 'summer of sam' (spike lee's new movie about david berkowitz (sp?), the serial killer who called himself son of sam.) yesterday and having it ruin the mood. i couldn't stop laughing. you see, right before he told me she didn't appreciated it, i had let out screams of jealousy and eager "how was it????". pathetic. :)

it's the title of the amazing book i bought and read yesterday by nick hornby. it felt a bit weird, though, because it features a lot of references to kurt cobain and it made me feel weird. it's a bit like reading about princess di in coupland's 'girlfriend in a coma'.

perhaps it's how john lennon fans feel when he is spoken of in past tense? i don't know. i guess because i haven't had many relatives die (thank ghod), the whole concept of death is a bit muddy to me. i didn't know cobain nor di, but they were a part of my life. they were people i had opinions and thoughts about, and now any recent mentionings of them have to be in a past tense.

i'm not going anywhere with this thought-bus. i guess all i want to say is... it feels weird.