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Saturday, December 20, 2003
It's OVAH!
Thursday, December 11, 2003
People often say they'd like to get away, move to the country and ditch electricity. They don't mean it, they would miss everything.
But the state of my room and my school-brain really makes me want the simple life. If my house burned down, I'd be glad, so long as all the wildlife that dwells here made it out. It's tempting to want to grab the box of photos, my pink Moon Dreamers lunchbox, the CDs, and blah blah. But I think relief would soon follow the release from my material life. No, I would cry
There's some book I bought on a whim so long ago and never read. But it's about a fairly wealthy couple who attend the opera and return to a completely stripped apartment, robbed. There's the panic, but there's also a sense of freedom from material and from the dedication to such a life. I makes me want to cry... the back cover of an unread book. I'm sure it's a good one.
The holiday from school is coming, hur-frakin-ray, 'bout time. Before the celebration, however, I'm looking to hire someone for the writing of a nine-page paper on the flick "Double Indemnity" in comparison with another movie chosen from the class's presented films. Gah! Save me from the torturous hell of paper writing for I am a pansy.
Oh goodnight to all the people in the world, except those that don't experience night at the same time as we, but they have a saved goodnight, good for redemption at the appropriate time.
Wednesday, December 10, 2003
Snow and vapor and moon and star and car. And hazelnut wafer cookies.
In other news, I got a fever. And the only prescription is, more cowbell.
Monday, November 24, 2003
It is kinda funny to receive an email with a subject line of "Gèt Lâid Now!..". With all the crazy accent marks, you could imagine a real enthusiastic foreign sort of fellow saying that, like Flavio from my eleventh grade chemistry class
In actuality, the 'i' and 'o' also had crazy accent marks. You should mentally insert such marks when considering the phrase
Thursday, November 20, 2003
When I was little, my mom dressed up as a gangster for Halloween. She even had a violin case.
When everyone's away, the cats will play. They have little black agenda books. They like to lounge in the bathtub and watch squirrels from the front window. When the humans return, the cats fall asleep. I think, however, that the tuxedo cat has a red, not black, agenda book.
When I lived in our old house, our room had green carpet and yellow walls. I once threw a Band-Aid tin at my friend Matthew and made his nose bleed.
I still feel a tinge of remorse
Monday, November 17, 2003
Hello, my name is One-Track
Every single person I want to talk to right now is inaccessible. This is craziness.
I am searching for a few good people to accompany me to Chicago, IL beginning Tuesday, December 30 through Thursday, January 1. I want to see the White Stripes along with the Flaming Lips. I'm sure there isn't anyone around who cares as much as I do and I sound like a maniac. But this came out of nowhere, suddenly, and I want to go so bad my skin feels cold and my brain doesn't care what the rest of life is doing.
I'm soaking my days in anxiety and I'm gonna have an ulcer by the time I finish the semester! I had better leave. If you're out there, people who think it's cool to take a three day whirlwind holiday in Illinois, you should mos def step up!
Sunday, September 21, 2003
I said it, I like the college life. But I think it's misused. This is not the designated philosophy depot, not the marker in your life pointing at when to pick up useful information, not, for god's sake, the place at which to commence the partying. People running around demanding their fair share. They should just chill out. So, I like it and just dislike some of the people.
They're fine, they're probably very intelligent credible people with bright ideas and even brighter futures. They can ace their essays and I can't. I'm not in honors or anything and it's very likely that I don't belong at that school at all. I'm good at being ignored and I like drawing.
I like the art class and I like my professor. Majority of the people in this course do not appreciate his effort at making art beautiful. They think he's boring, too boring to know anything about art, they actually said that. That's such a stupid thing to think. I would never make a judgement like that. Things can be categorized and shuffled off into shelves but people are different.
In other news, I haven't exactly kept up with the internet lives of others so I don't expect anyone else to keep up with mine, really. But this writing is relaxing and makes it seem like I'm making an effort at producing a life... Well that sounded like I'm trying to get pregnant.
And geez, another thing somewhat unrelated: everyone on that campus smokes! Like chimneys, like a great big human chimney convention after, between, before classes it's a nonstop meeting. It'd be funny if some of them are vegetarians too. I could right an essay on that perhaps. The juxtaposition of two seemingly contradictory things.
Essays, yes, that's been covered. My English teach slaughtered mine: "Awkward", "Not a word" regarding 'achetypical'. So I guess I've been using a nonword all this time, isn't that wacky? "Mismatched logic", "Too general". I tell ya, I never had such troubles in high school. So much for college preparation. Warning: another paragraph. I like them, they... separate.
French is like drowning in a lanuage swimming pool, yet I like it. Madame Z is pleasant and patient. My film class is all right too. Except there are a lot of people in there, mostly bigmouths and chic-y film club starters, a few quiets. The professor is great, he's loud and colorful and uses his hands in speech. I always thought that was a nice feature and not an etiquette flaw. You've read, of course, of art and how I love it dearly. My FYE class focuses on film also. I doubt I'll end up having anything to do with film and its production but the course is fine. My cellular phone rang once and set me with one of those reputations. Aside from being constantly bombarded by unwanted stimuli and unnecessary anxiety, I like going to college. I like living at home and eating for free and sleeping in my bed and not having to share the room and the air and the light and the telly. I'll move out eventually and don't understand the great rush to get away. And I'm considering continuing this writing experience. I used to fancy it selfish and arrogant, assuming other people never gave a shit about what happened in someone else's life. And this is all true, if you're writing to those reasons. But I'm not and no one reads this and I'm safe
