i was think about how i went to north carolina this weekend, to my grandparents cabin....they live in the smoky mountains, and when you go to "town" youre really going to this old touristy indian town...when i was a kid we used to go to town and have ice cream at the one ice cream shop and buy fudge at the one fudge shop and look at all of the idian things, whether they were fake or real, and we would go into these stores that were quaint and homey....i havent been to town since i was young, like 13...so this past weekend i thought it would be fun to go and see everything again becuase i used to have so much fun there....well we went and everything is differant, our ice cream shop has a new coat of paint and a vibrant technicolor sign outside, making it no differant from all of the brand new ice cream shops that sit right next to it...the fudge shop was the same way....all of the stores lost their antique apeal....there were 1000 less real indians, and 2000 new tourists....it was a rude awakening, i shouldnt have gone back.

i went to the movies with brock tonight, we saw dark water...it was the same as the ring except it took longer for it to get to the point....but i had fun with him, even though he looked like i had just picked his ass up off the street....

on the way home i was listening to the postal service, if he hadnt of been in the car, i would have cried....im just in one of those very very surreal moods