I did literally nothing this weekend. I stayed at home, veg'd, watched TV, movies and played video games. Sadly, there was no time for homework, and due to said time constraints, I'm probably failing an English presentation due on Monday. I'm pretty apathetic about the whole ordeal, though; if there's one emotion Miles Davis has the power to instill in me, it's apathy. Not towards the music, I love the music, and in that regard my pathos is rigidly defined, but towards stressful situations in general. I just stop caring. The pot probably helps, though.

I don't know why I'm making a post. It's sort of been eating away at my subconscious that I haven't posted anything recently, so I guess I'm making another post about nothing. Hope you're enjoying it, though. I don't know if I'm enjoying it, really. I'm kind of ambivalent to the whole blogging thing. On the one hand, I don't want to read about one person rambling on about nothing, but on the other hand, I'm not forcing anyone to read this, either. So if you dig it, that's cool. Heh.

"Can you dig it like a spigot? And my guess is you can."

So yeah, like I say, my weekend was pretty chill. I'm talking to girflriend right now, and jamming out to the last few bars of So What. I'm enjoying the latter alot more than the former to be honest, not that I have anything against Jessica, I'm just not really in a talking kind of a mood. Dense monologues in forms of weblog posts I'm all for, though.

I've been thinking about my smoking. Cigarettes and pot. I'm really starting to think it's a bad idea. I told myself I'd stop smoking when I started wrestling, and well, my first wrestling practice is tomorrow. I don't see myself giving up sensi any time in the near future, but I'm in a constant state of ambivalence when it comes to the issue. I just don't know what to do, really. I don't know why I smoke, but I don't know why I'd quit, either. Health risks just don't seem real to me, maybe it's the whole invincibilty complex, to which is so often alluded in discussions of teenage psychology and mentality. Something about the grammar in that last sentence bugs me. "the whole invincibilty complex, which is so often alluded to" doesn't seem right, since it ends the clause with a preposition, of course it's not like that matters unless I'm dealing with prescriptive grammatics. Is grammatics a word? It sounds like one, but "grammar" is a noun that already means the same thing, so its existence would be redundant, since it stems from a synonymous word. That's somewhat like "economic" and "economical", except both [b]those[/b] words have different meanings! Maybe I just need to come up with a slightly altered definition for grammatics.

"How many special people change/ How many lives are living strange/ Where were you while we were getting high?"

I like Oasis. I'm not really proud to admit it, but I do. Really only Champaigne Supernova. I think it's only because it's the first Oasis song I heard, and after that they all sound similar. Someone had to say it. The lead vocalist, whoever he is, has to learn to mix up his singing voice. It's just repetetive. Ugh. I'm changing the song.

"I start to think,/ And then I sink/ Into the paper,/ Like I was ink./ When I'm writin' I'm trapped inbetween the lines,/ I escape... when I finish the rhyme."

For me, Mos Def has always been another good chill musician. His lyrics pack alot of philosophical potency and relevance to my life, I don't know why a lower middle-class white kid from Toronto would identify with a struggling black man from Brooklyn, but I guess it just goes to show you that music transcends race, culture and social class. Mos Def and Miles Davis both form the same acronyms with their first and last names, or rather, pseudonyms and names respectively.

I don't know what else to say, I don't even know what I've already said. It's weird how my writing style does that to me, I wish I could stay on the same train of thought for longer than 2 minutes. Sadly, I just don't think it was meant to be. Someone once said something clever regarding my attention span, but I wasn't listening. Shame that.

Is the fucking best. Seriously, I mean I'm going to try not to sound too touchy, but it's just awesome to be able to come home and have someone bolt down the stairs and rub up against your leg to greet you. Not even like I've had bad days recently, just that having a cat never makes my day worse. Except when she pulls out my router plug, that's fucking gay. Right now she's sleeping on my scanner, which is fine since I don't really want to use it. She sleeps on my Playstation when I've been using it for a while and it gets warm, too.

Yeah, cats are the shit. I mean, on the weekends she's annoying since she always wakes me up at like 9:00, for whatever reason, and jumps around on me. She also sometimes bites me, but I'm pretty sure it's by accident.

This kind of post isn't really what I had in mind when I signed up for this xanga thing, but what can I say? I'm really glad I have a cat.