Just another day in the city yeah yeah yeah Just another day in the city streets...
Yesterday my teacher showed us a video of various insects fighting, fucking, and humping flowers. It was basically bugporn.
My labor day was spent going on a fantastic picnic with all the kids from arcadia/cabriniville. We played apples to apples and much hilarity ensued. John imitated my arm motions. Then blair came over and i mauled her senseless. We went to the mayfair diner and it was incredibly fabulous. Great conversation. Listening to records on my lovely little record player has consumed my entire being. Its so damn pretty and im obsessed. Been hanging out a lot with my uarts friends, which is hella rad. Orion's belt's demo, appropriately entitled whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat?! is all done, complete with insert and bandcolored case. Its crazy. Art school sucks every penny out of yr pocket. It also consumes an obnoxious amount of yr time. I miss so many people on varying degrees of intensity. It sucks. Orange sherbert with chocolate chips in it = orgasmic.
Im getting increasingly excited for the upcoming shows/fun things that i will be attending. You should come too and we'll dance. Today i er ered during each elevator trip just for the hell of it. No one laughed but me.
I desperately want to be serenaded with "the glory of love." Id totally like, fall over.
That stupid kid dynamite song (dont talk until you take a walk in my chucks what the fuck) keeps playing over and over in my head. I miss that noodley uneducated fucker.
All my classmates have ipods and sidekicks. I have the urge to buy materialistic things. Being asked out on dates is awkward. Zines and letters never get less entertaining. I want to marry elvis costello. I havent had pie in months, someone should take me pronto. Im not wearing pants.
xo becky.
My labor day was spent going on a fantastic picnic with all the kids from arcadia/cabriniville. We played apples to apples and much hilarity ensued. John imitated my arm motions. Then blair came over and i mauled her senseless. We went to the mayfair diner and it was incredibly fabulous. Great conversation. Listening to records on my lovely little record player has consumed my entire being. Its so damn pretty and im obsessed. Been hanging out a lot with my uarts friends, which is hella rad. Orion's belt's demo, appropriately entitled whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat?! is all done, complete with insert and bandcolored case. Its crazy. Art school sucks every penny out of yr pocket. It also consumes an obnoxious amount of yr time. I miss so many people on varying degrees of intensity. It sucks. Orange sherbert with chocolate chips in it = orgasmic.
Im getting increasingly excited for the upcoming shows/fun things that i will be attending. You should come too and we'll dance. Today i er ered during each elevator trip just for the hell of it. No one laughed but me.
I desperately want to be serenaded with "the glory of love." Id totally like, fall over.
That stupid kid dynamite song (dont talk until you take a walk in my chucks what the fuck) keeps playing over and over in my head. I miss that noodley uneducated fucker.
All my classmates have ipods and sidekicks. I have the urge to buy materialistic things. Being asked out on dates is awkward. Zines and letters never get less entertaining. I want to marry elvis costello. I havent had pie in months, someone should take me pronto. Im not wearing pants.
xo becky.