Romeo Had Juliette

I'm going to officially record this, Monday, May 16th, as day two of vegetarian/smoke-free Scott. I've got a good feeling about this one.
First of all, I did what I could to making cigarette-smoking a part of my daily lifestyle... but to no avail. I tried to smoke whenever I wanted to in order to not smoke when I didn't particularly want to. I bought two cartons of cheap, delicious Lucky Strikes to ease the financial burden. But no, there's no winning with this. My lungs are rejecting the extra layers of tar and grime and my intellect is doing the same.
On to my diet... it's hard to fathom eating any animal by-product after reading what I've read. I mean, I can't un-know something. Once the knowledge is in, I have to deal with it. If I turn away, then I'm a spineless chump. And, as was pointed out, it's really, really easy to be a vegetarian nowadays. Even places like McDonald's and Chipotle have an option. And, in Chicago, there's Whole Foods and Trader Joe's and the Pick Me Up Cafe and the Chicago Diner and Karyn's. I'd be dumb not to cater to my own intellect.
Oh, and that brings up another point: I kind of need to do things the hard way to keep me interested in life. Shaving with a knife, having a selective diet, rolling cigarettes, listening to records, writing letters on a typewriter. It's fun but it all involves a certain degree of skill, which means I constantly have something to strive for, even if I'm not particularly interested in being the greatest cigarette roller in the world. I suppose I could start keeping score when I go to baseball games... Nah. Baseball games are mentally taxing enough. Well, not really. I don't know, I'll consider that next time I go to a game... which won't be for a while. A long, long while (ideally).
So yeah, that train of thought has past the point of visibility, some four miles down the track.
Let's see... well, my lungs feel a little better in this day 2 of inclining health. The sun is out. That's cool. I'm reading again (if 60 pages of one book counts as "reading again"). I really want to ride my bike but I won't be able to until Wednesday (weather permitting). Tomorrow is band practice and maybe a show at the Fireside, which will be my first in about 8 years... wow.
Uh, what else. That girl skipped town. Time to do something with my life. Oh, and my car still doesn't get along with the rain. Too bad. I'm also about to learn how well it runs without gas. Speaking of gas, it's really disheartening to see the dollars add up in my tip jar and know that each and every one will be handed over to the sarcastic guy at the gas station.
Ideally, I'd like to stop driving altogether. I have a plan to sell my motorcycle, but I think it will have to be for a loss because I don't have the motivation of capability to fix it up first. What else? I need to sell a lot of my records so I can have a clear path into my room again.
Uh... huh. Jonathan Safran Foer is a pretty good writer, by the way-- regardless of how bad the motion picture adaptation of Everything is Illuminated was.
So this coffee shop is kind of slow again. I have a feeling that the entire summer will be like this... I better find some better way to occupy my time.