THE MOUNTAIN CALLED MONKEY HAD SPOKEN
Yeah, so um I have a new obsession. I think I've collected all I can in the way of tights and leggings, so I had to move on. I now have a fine little collection of leg warmers. They make me happy. Mostly because like 70% of my clothes are either black or white, so it's nice to add some color, even if it's only on my ankles. I have blue ones with buttons, purple ones, black ones (well we cant be colorful ALL the time now can we), cream ones, grey ones, rainbow ones... I dunno. Theyre fun.
I hope my car hasnt been towed yet. I left it in front of ASP last night.. probably a shitty idea.
I'm writing all of my essays high from now on. Or, at least the outlines.
Born Slippy is an amazing song to drive to. I thought I was going about 100... Yeah, I was only going 75. But I felt rather swift.
I was asked several times last night by various people if I was on either speed or meth. Ehhhhhh???
Some guy kind of said it well: "youre not, but you ARE".
Yeah.
I want to go to the beach right fucking now.
I have the most bizarre, complex dreams. I'm not even going to try to explain them in their entirety because I feel like that'd take way too long, but just to give you an idea: Sabotage of a motor vehicle by over-charging it, stapling someone to an upright block of wood with giant staples through one side which then attached to their FACE on the other side and then they just hung there, another person getting it in the stomach and the fat just oozed out like liquid from all the different holes, someone in the backseat of a car...they were hiding but that didnt work out so well for them. Then there was Ryan Adams, playing with his band, in my garage at home. Except there was this black cyclone fence in front of him. I remember saying it was such a good show, but was really disappointed cuz i didnt get to touch him this time. I dunno. I'm rarely myself in my dreams. I'm always someone else, like, a character in a film. They think like me, and I experience it through them, but I am not myself. I'm still watching from far outside their view at the same time. I really don't know. Sometimes I'm more than one character. It's amusing.
I remembered to pick up blank cds from my house yesterday, so...YEAH!
Added Flaming Lips to the list. Dec 30! yay.
I went over to my dad's last night to buy the plane ticket.. and i walk up the stairs and he's blasting Morrissey. I love my father.
I really need to shower so I can go rescue my car.
Oh, i remember some really funny things from last night.
Drunk guy: BEANER!!!!
Friend: Um, DUDE...
Drunk guy: I can say it man, I'm half beaner, so I can say beaner all i want. BEANER BEANER BEANER BEANER!!!!
Drunk guy (then talking to me): I'M ALL THREE! YOU DONT EVEN FUCKING KNOW!!
ok, what does that even MEAN?
Then, across the street from my apartment on my way home..
Another drunk guy: "Who's the real slim shady? I'm the real slim shady! I'm the real slim shady! I'm the real slim shady!" x10
He was walking all by himself so it was really really funny. He was doing crazy arm movements and everything. What the fuck, Berkeley...
I hope my car hasnt been towed yet. I left it in front of ASP last night.. probably a shitty idea.
I'm writing all of my essays high from now on. Or, at least the outlines.
Born Slippy is an amazing song to drive to. I thought I was going about 100... Yeah, I was only going 75. But I felt rather swift.
I was asked several times last night by various people if I was on either speed or meth. Ehhhhhh???
Some guy kind of said it well: "youre not, but you ARE".
Yeah.
I want to go to the beach right fucking now.
I have the most bizarre, complex dreams. I'm not even going to try to explain them in their entirety because I feel like that'd take way too long, but just to give you an idea: Sabotage of a motor vehicle by over-charging it, stapling someone to an upright block of wood with giant staples through one side which then attached to their FACE on the other side and then they just hung there, another person getting it in the stomach and the fat just oozed out like liquid from all the different holes, someone in the backseat of a car...they were hiding but that didnt work out so well for them. Then there was Ryan Adams, playing with his band, in my garage at home. Except there was this black cyclone fence in front of him. I remember saying it was such a good show, but was really disappointed cuz i didnt get to touch him this time. I dunno. I'm rarely myself in my dreams. I'm always someone else, like, a character in a film. They think like me, and I experience it through them, but I am not myself. I'm still watching from far outside their view at the same time. I really don't know. Sometimes I'm more than one character. It's amusing.
I remembered to pick up blank cds from my house yesterday, so...YEAH!
Added Flaming Lips to the list. Dec 30! yay.
I went over to my dad's last night to buy the plane ticket.. and i walk up the stairs and he's blasting Morrissey. I love my father.
I really need to shower so I can go rescue my car.
Oh, i remember some really funny things from last night.
Drunk guy: BEANER!!!!
Friend: Um, DUDE...
Drunk guy: I can say it man, I'm half beaner, so I can say beaner all i want. BEANER BEANER BEANER BEANER!!!!
Drunk guy (then talking to me): I'M ALL THREE! YOU DONT EVEN FUCKING KNOW!!
ok, what does that even MEAN?
Then, across the street from my apartment on my way home..
Another drunk guy: "Who's the real slim shady? I'm the real slim shady! I'm the real slim shady! I'm the real slim shady!" x10
He was walking all by himself so it was really really funny. He was doing crazy arm movements and everything. What the fuck, Berkeley...