|Tired and Old
||[Aug. 5th, 2005|02:09 pm]
|||||"No one else" - Weezer||]|
Okay. I have been in the same classroom, the same lunchroom, the same *life* as some really talented people. I was obsessed with Christopher Nolan in 4th grade. He was a snotty Brit who joined our elementary school mid-term. He admitted to bathing once a week and I loved him. There was a playground boys vs. girls "fight" and he "interviewed" me for the running commentary. I annoyed him. Where is he now? Just copy and paste the following to your address line:
At the same elementary school, Roko Belic and I would give each other the giggles as we and another kid appraised people's butts as they passed us. I knew them when. We were all in the single digits together. You see, after that, Roko and his big brother Adrian became darlings at Sundance:
They are *oscar-nominated* folks. What's up with that? What's up with *me*? I know who I love: I love you all. But I don't know *what* I love. And I'm feeling old and tired...