The Budapest String Orchestra

... yup, my doctor said that i have "the budapest string orchestra in my lungs"... i always wanted to go and see an orchestra. so fuck, i'm gonna have to quit smoking, or suffer a slow and breathless ... kinda life.
hmmm... well, thats what he thinks, he thinks that i've got late-offset athesma. which gets worse as you get older... but, then again, there was only one consult so far. i guess i'll ccatch up with him later in the month when my inhaler has run out. and my god, the inhaler, it really does help, i could actually breathe without too much hassle, it was easier... but i'm really sick, so... i donno. it might just be the anti-biotics, who knows.

either way, i'm gonna have to explain to all my smoker friends that i'm gonna have to quit. they'll have to find someone else thats so generous and giving when it comes to things like smokes.
i'm still gonna keep drinking. but i hardly drink as it is. i havn't been drunk for over 3 weeks now. about 3 weeks and one day ago, i had a really bad hangover. oh, maybe i had some wine at school, i can't remember. but either way, i arn't getting smashed.

oh for fucks sake!!. damnit! i keep forgetting to call mon. i wanna drink with her again. i miss drink at a pub, and talking about stuff. i did that with kir yesterday evening, but... we don't really talk. it's weird.... we never really have talked... just once or twice on occasion.

bleh,...
well, yeah. ooooh, i slept really well for a change. and i had a really good dream, it was quite... nice, and plesant. oh well. maybe i'll write about it later, but ofcourse, it has to be private. i guess you people could ask...
anyways. i'm still sick, and it really sucks.


oh yeah! i don't think i've said anything about my... THE new dog. it's more mum's dog than mine. the cat is more mine though =)
Camus, (pronounced Cam-oo), named after an existentialist writer. mum's idea. i wanted to call him Pariah, or something more suiting like "Pathos Dos los Sierele"(not spelt right) which is latin for "Sorrowful end of silence"... the dog does'nt like me that much. and he keeps barking at the construction accross the road. but he's a poodle, and dark ashen grey. he's hair is like a fleece, and the cat hates him and for good reason too, the dog sometimes steps on him, and always bothers him while he's laying infrount of the heater. the dog still acts like a puppy, not really sure of what to make of this "cat" thing, and does'nt get the idea of personal time. the cat just wants to be left alone.
but he's ok. he's also a "champion", he's got papers and everything.


my life... is still fairly uneventful. i'm not "seeing" anyone. i havn't for a long time either.... i bearly do anything on the weekends....
hmmm, i am going to the premier of wedding crashers though. i did'nt really want to see that film, but hey, if it's free...

my room is still a large fucking mess.
shit. i'm gonna have to clean it.
my grandfather is coming down for a week. his cancer... has gotten worse. and my god! he's also given up smoking. he's smoked for as long as i can remember. i was almost in shock.


i... don't know what else to say.
well, i said i'm gonna have to give up smoking. i still have to smoke the rest of the weed i have... maybe i wont give that up... but i wont smoke it every day... hell, i almost DON'T smoke it every week. once a week is'nt too bad, considering that i don't plan on buying any more soon. so... i guess i'll end up smoking it every 6-8 months. depends what mood i'm in i guess, depends if theres more, or less, in my life to do. depends .... on things, lots of things. i can't give a definate answer.


ahhh, hear those strings play... oooh, theres the whole ensomble! now i just have to train them, maybe i can get them to play bach


anyways... i'm all out of ideas and thoughts. had lots to think about, and i've thought about before i started writing....
i'm gonna bugger off and do something.
-- Gabe out