yechhh
I'm sick. Boohoo is me. You know, anytime i'm sick i feel guilty for taking off work or school or whatever. Its like i keep saying, "but i'm not as sick as that one time (enter in when i was puking my soul up or had pneumonia)...." So today, i channelled all the powers of Matrim "Mana" Davis (who steadfastly does nothing even if mildly sick) and said to hell with it. I'm sick. Fuck! So i called in sick yesterday, and today as well, not looking behind, back to turned to guilt, face forward to recovery, and not working, and life, and liberty and with clenched fist thrust strongly in the air, i say YEA, VERILY i feel better having made the decision!
But you know what i mean right? You feel sick, but you get that lightning thrill - the thrill of being naughty cause it IS a little fun to be snug as a bug in your own home, making warm recipes, perhaps ordering in, watching movies, being DOMESTIC. Especially after pirating around College Station, trolling for booze, women, and parties. Yarr.
Speaking of CS, i had a blast. Both parties went from boring to awesome. I'd like to write an extended piece comparing a party to the eucharist. Some parties. You're there, and your floating....you know some people, but its like, eh. Whatever. And then something happens, ever so slowly. Your click starts melding with other clicks as the music and noise start elevating into a steady rhythm that echoes the beat of the body and blood of christ that you have just ingested (booze, drug of your choice) - and pretty soon, the whole party is unfolding, revealing itself before you.....like seeing the face of God. Maybe. Anyway that's kinda what happened.
That and i got into an argument with an idiot philosophy major and started doing the whole sideways insult - you insult the person, but you do it in a nice and friendly manner. Its devilishly evil, i've had it done to me before. It takes me a couple days to realize that the person was insulting me to my face, but then its too late, cause its out of context and they're not there and you'd look petty bringing it up. I think i called him "bourgeois" which is the worst four letter word you can fling at a continental philosopher, but he took it like man sitting down to pee. HAhahaha, god i love that sideways insult thing. And I've never called anyone "bourgeois" before, hahahaha, how high class of me, lol.
But you know what i mean right? You feel sick, but you get that lightning thrill - the thrill of being naughty cause it IS a little fun to be snug as a bug in your own home, making warm recipes, perhaps ordering in, watching movies, being DOMESTIC. Especially after pirating around College Station, trolling for booze, women, and parties. Yarr.
Speaking of CS, i had a blast. Both parties went from boring to awesome. I'd like to write an extended piece comparing a party to the eucharist. Some parties. You're there, and your floating....you know some people, but its like, eh. Whatever. And then something happens, ever so slowly. Your click starts melding with other clicks as the music and noise start elevating into a steady rhythm that echoes the beat of the body and blood of christ that you have just ingested (booze, drug of your choice) - and pretty soon, the whole party is unfolding, revealing itself before you.....like seeing the face of God. Maybe. Anyway that's kinda what happened.
That and i got into an argument with an idiot philosophy major and started doing the whole sideways insult - you insult the person, but you do it in a nice and friendly manner. Its devilishly evil, i've had it done to me before. It takes me a couple days to realize that the person was insulting me to my face, but then its too late, cause its out of context and they're not there and you'd look petty bringing it up. I think i called him "bourgeois" which is the worst four letter word you can fling at a continental philosopher, but he took it like man sitting down to pee. HAhahaha, god i love that sideways insult thing. And I've never called anyone "bourgeois" before, hahahaha, how high class of me, lol.