shame over
i have never been as hungover as i was today. i generally hate chugging anything that isn't beer, and i'm not even crazy about that, however when revel challanged me, i accepted. i knew i could drink (nearly) an entire magnem of cabernet sevignon/merlot blend before he could drink two beers. he didn't even make it through the first before i was done and my night as good as over. revel was my RA when i was a freshman and now he is my suite mate and a terrible influence. Good old Porse was visiting, i had finally convinced him to come to Sarah Lawrence after one of my many trips to NYU. I was very glad to have him here but regrettable passed out by 12. Not however before making it to the deserted Rock 'n Roll Dance and cracking my head against a brick wall. You see i was feeling very drunk, on top of the wine i'd had much fine jim beam bourbon and i wanted to sit against the back of Bates, i wanted to go from standing to sitting in one fluid motion without using my arms or anything to brace myself. I hit my head so hard against the building i was sure i had a concussion. I made a mental note to tell the next person that i saw and trusted that i had a concussion and not to let me go to sleep anytime soon, but immeadiately forgot. Then i made some terrible stupid bad decissions that jeopardized my life, and with much aid made it home. I do not remember making it home, but reports say i was babbleing endlessly. At one point i stopped and exclaimed "I'm in my room?! I had no idea!"
Other gems:
"I am the yang to the ying of marijauna"
"CUDDLE ME YOU CUTTLEFISH!" (to winston)
"Breathing is stupid, i want to die"
"i am a stupid motherfucker with a deathwish"
"the fact of the matter is i didn't start writing good poems till i grew up and it has nothing to do with how much weed i drank or alcohol i smoked"
I managed to do my laundry today which was good. I also made the sweet danni young a mixed cd which i know she appreciates. She stopped by for our nightly storytime, the current book we are reading is The Princess Bride which is just fantastic and essential and if you havn't read it you are wasting your time. Micah was here as was winston, but as a treat, Micah's girlfriend Hannah is in town from Providence where she attends RISD. I'm most disappointed however that i was too sick today to call Mokie, a charming girl i met at a party last weekend. She is very well dressed and interesting and we managed to talk without dissillusion or disruption for the entirity of the party and i do want to see her soon. I will have to call her tomorrow. here is my latest poem which i am not so happy with but se la vie. I only put it on the internet because i know it is not very good.
ANNA KARINA
Or
NIGHTWALKER DAYDREAMS
“If you touch that girl
You know it’s okay
People say she’s a whore anyway”
-The Raveonettes
Little bits of ennui,
espresso,
and
francs
neat rows lying down
by the back of your eyes.
Black-holes halo
supernova sunshine.
While you eentsy weentsy
‘the spider of your palm’ up the distance of you,
the other men draw pool cues, of wet smoke.
In a palace built of vinyl records, a hi-fi circlet perched
just right like headphones, on your ears.
A necklace of nudity around your waterspout.
All yours misdemeanors and required physicals.
In the dark you are bawling
You are the hungry girl who steals money for fucks
Dancing for dollars and dieing for thanks for not god thanks
for no thanks you pin
(handwritten) your obituary
inside your bra. Between the lining it reads
I cannot give to a lit match
a warm bath
I will gladly bathe at the stake.
For what mistakes arc like
dropping bullets.
Bawling, you are the constellation
drawn from two spinning coins
in the night sky.
you can find a picture of anna karina here : http://www.geraldpeary.com/interviews/jkl/karina.html
Other gems:
"I am the yang to the ying of marijauna"
"CUDDLE ME YOU CUTTLEFISH!" (to winston)
"Breathing is stupid, i want to die"
"i am a stupid motherfucker with a deathwish"
"the fact of the matter is i didn't start writing good poems till i grew up and it has nothing to do with how much weed i drank or alcohol i smoked"
I managed to do my laundry today which was good. I also made the sweet danni young a mixed cd which i know she appreciates. She stopped by for our nightly storytime, the current book we are reading is The Princess Bride which is just fantastic and essential and if you havn't read it you are wasting your time. Micah was here as was winston, but as a treat, Micah's girlfriend Hannah is in town from Providence where she attends RISD. I'm most disappointed however that i was too sick today to call Mokie, a charming girl i met at a party last weekend. She is very well dressed and interesting and we managed to talk without dissillusion or disruption for the entirity of the party and i do want to see her soon. I will have to call her tomorrow. here is my latest poem which i am not so happy with but se la vie. I only put it on the internet because i know it is not very good.
ANNA KARINA
Or
NIGHTWALKER DAYDREAMS
“If you touch that girl
You know it’s okay
People say she’s a whore anyway”
-The Raveonettes
Little bits of ennui,
espresso,
and
francs
neat rows lying down
by the back of your eyes.
Black-holes halo
supernova sunshine.
While you eentsy weentsy
‘the spider of your palm’ up the distance of you,
the other men draw pool cues, of wet smoke.
In a palace built of vinyl records, a hi-fi circlet perched
just right like headphones, on your ears.
A necklace of nudity around your waterspout.
All yours misdemeanors and required physicals.
In the dark you are bawling
You are the hungry girl who steals money for fucks
Dancing for dollars and dieing for thanks for not god thanks
for no thanks you pin
(handwritten) your obituary
inside your bra. Between the lining it reads
I cannot give to a lit match
a warm bath
I will gladly bathe at the stake.
For what mistakes arc like
dropping bullets.
Bawling, you are the constellation
drawn from two spinning coins
in the night sky.
you can find a picture of anna karina here : http://www.geraldpeary.com/interviews/jkl/karina.html