way up in the west hills

I forgot I had a blog. Did you miss me? All none of you who read it?

I started working on a novel. Here's a snippet from it:

"By night fall, I had finally found someone who agreed to share a portion of their tent with me. I cannot recall what her name was, the girl who loaned me a corner of her tent. I didn’t get much sleep that night, the first night of Woodstock – my first day in the United States of America. She was the reason why I didn’t get much sleep. She was there with friends, although for one reason or another whether it be fate or coincidence we happened to be only two souls in the tent. Needless to say, nature took over. We were fortunate that she had a condom on her. This was the first time I had ever been with a girl in any way. I kissed a girl once when I was 13, but that was it. I didn’t know what I was doing. I was nervous, and she could tell. She knew this was my first time, but she was nice and didn’t say anything; I very much appreciated that. In about 37.5 seconds flat my day jumped from one level to another. I lost my virginity at Woodstock on my first day in the United States of America. I think most everyone would call that the best day ever – a day they would never forget, no matter how severe the Alzheimer’s disease. But that aside, I wasn’t expecting to get much sleep at all during those three days anyway. I knew I wouldn’t need any acid in order to hallucinate – especially not the brown acid that was going around.

When I woke up the next morning on day two of Woodstock, August 16th, I was in the tent naked and alone. I had no idea where she went. I had no idea who she was. I didn’t exactly anticipate ever seeing her again, and I don’t think I even minded all that much really. I considered waiting around to see if she might show up, but I decided against that and instead opted to slide out of the sweaty sleeping bag and get dressed so I could attempt to locate some food, although I knew the chances of that were slim to nil."

You dig? It's inspired by something I saw on the History Channel.

I saw Inglorious Basterds not long ago. It has been added to my list of favourite films. 'Epic' is perhaps the only way to describe it.