Tuesday, June 21, 2005
I had a job interview today. Again. At Ice River Springs.
A part of me doesn't want the job. But for the now the very idea calms my mother and makes me look as if I am concerned about my financial problems.
Though RIGHT now, I want to run. Real fast. Real hard. Plunder the orange moon with shortened breaths, and stinging ankles.
A part of me doesn't want the job. But for the now the very idea calms my mother and makes me look as if I am concerned about my financial problems.
Though RIGHT now, I want to run. Real fast. Real hard. Plunder the orange moon with shortened breaths, and stinging ankles.
Thursday, June 09, 2005
Sticky boredom!
And strumming strings sounding like confused wind chimes, and creaking noises. I plan on testing out this hideous bike I recently bought for $20 when it becomes darker. Not because I want to hide its hideous green and pink features, but because by then it may be cooler out. I'm going to make numerous long distant trips with this bike. At least when there is a breeze to drift on.
I'm becoming very indecisive about this whole University deal. For some reason I think 23 is old, and close to death.
I am a bit over-dramatic.
I get to share a room with someone.
And by June 15th I have to fork out $2,000.
I just want to be swept up by confused wind chimes.
And strumming strings sounding like confused wind chimes, and creaking noises. I plan on testing out this hideous bike I recently bought for $20 when it becomes darker. Not because I want to hide its hideous green and pink features, but because by then it may be cooler out. I'm going to make numerous long distant trips with this bike. At least when there is a breeze to drift on.
I'm becoming very indecisive about this whole University deal. For some reason I think 23 is old, and close to death.
I am a bit over-dramatic.
I get to share a room with someone.
And by June 15th I have to fork out $2,000.
I just want to be swept up by confused wind chimes.
Tuesday, June 07, 2005
Everything has been so fucking dull, so here's a practical thought....,,;;:
how about we stop placing boundaries and expectations on the people around us.
it might minimize the shock factor.
...it's best not to expect anything, I wouldn't want anyone to choke on disbelief.
how about we stop placing boundaries and expectations on the people around us.
it might minimize the shock factor.
...it's best not to expect anything, I wouldn't want anyone to choke on disbelief.
Monday, June 06, 2005
jesus,
conversations with people at 1AM are stiffly agonizing.
and I keep harassing Mr. John Miller with emails, and will further the harassment by taking the course he is teaching.
awesome.
I feel like shooting myself in the foot.
but this time I won't cry when they tell me my foot needs to be amputated.
and this time I won't fertilize their lawn with vomit.
awesome.
.bang !
conversations with people at 1AM are stiffly agonizing.
and I keep harassing Mr. John Miller with emails, and will further the harassment by taking the course he is teaching.
awesome.
I feel like shooting myself in the foot.
but this time I won't cry when they tell me my foot needs to be amputated.
and this time I won't fertilize their lawn with vomit.
awesome.
.bang !
Wednesday, June 01, 2005
by the way, Wednesdays are lonely.
and I feel like going off into the field, and dying.
for dramatic effect.
but I'd return through the back door,
because every place needs a back door.
for fire safety reasons.
of course.
and I feel like going off into the field, and dying.
for dramatic effect.
but I'd return through the back door,
because every place needs a back door.
for fire safety reasons.
of course.
do people really take the receiving of a phone call seriously?
and why doesn't anyone get my dry sense of humour?
I really don't want them to die.
even if it is just common courtesy.
annnd, I put all my effort in the agonnny of longing. LOONNNGGIING> for. sssh.
as the tips of my toes are bursting with anticipation.
and why doesn't anyone get my dry sense of humour?
I really don't want them to die.
even if it is just common courtesy.
annnd, I put all my effort in the agonnny of longing. LOONNNGGIING> for. sssh.
as the tips of my toes are bursting with anticipation.
