the cavities behind my eyes are filled with snot or my adventures in tropical lakes
so every cavity in my face is filled with snot. and not just any snot, the lovely bright green thick snot of a horrid sinus infection. Plus my lungs are filled with some sort of the stuff that is of a slightly more watered down viscosity and a slightly more brownish color. Why do i feel the need to describe this? mainly because i'm bored, sitting in sean's room in davis while he takes a final, waiting for the urgent care to open at nine. i'm just going to put it out there that my coming to davis while this sick was probably a lapse of judgment, but whatever, college is the time for lapses in judgment.
I also went to LA this weekend, which was also probably a bad choice, although I did get to see a great improv show and go to a rather lame UCLA party then walk around westwood and eat delicious tomato soup at Gypsy's, the best fucking tomato soup place on the planet... even though it's really some kind of classy hookah bar and we beat the line by Anita knowing people...I felt so fancy walking in there, but then regretted the decision when all the hookah smoke set off my evil cough and i nearly died. On saturday we shot two shorts, and I realized how nice it is to NOT be in charge of everything. Like just having to worry about doing the cinematography, that's a fucking cake walk.
has anyone actually ever done a cake walk? I have, it was really fun. I've also done a bunny walk at a rabbit show, not as fun because the rabbits were ugly and not as tasty as cakes.
this is like the first 30 minutes I haven't been hopped up on some type of -quil for the past four days. I refuse to take any before I go to see the doctor because I don't want to look healthier than i actually am.
god, all this mucus in my brain is making me think crazy thoughts, plus gave me super crazy dreams...like one where Jane Goodall and I were swimming in a lake on top of a tropical mountain and playing with small furry things discussing how we could dump our trash in the ocean because the whales should just die anyway.... I'm not even going to think about what the fuck was going on there.
oh and one more thing from my life as a janitor... i overheard this conversation (i love that people think you can't hear if you don't speak) while I was working out at the military base:
military dude #1: man, I could never be a cop. You would only see the bad side of humanity.
military dude #2: then why did you join the army? (laugh laugh)
military dude #1: same reason everyone does, I was out of high school with nothing to do and my girlfriend got pregnant....why did you join?
military dude #2: to kill people. (stunned silence) the army lied. (motions to the boring ass base around him)
yeah, pretty scary. So i mopped my little ass out of there as fast as I could.
oh man, I also saw about 20 million mopeds in westwood, and I was reminded that i am jones'n for one like no other. I don't care what anyone says, I think mopeds are fuckin' sweet.
okay, now i have to go get cleaned up and haul my buns over to this urgent care and see if i can't get the snot sucked out of me.
all for now
-kelly
I also went to LA this weekend, which was also probably a bad choice, although I did get to see a great improv show and go to a rather lame UCLA party then walk around westwood and eat delicious tomato soup at Gypsy's, the best fucking tomato soup place on the planet... even though it's really some kind of classy hookah bar and we beat the line by Anita knowing people...I felt so fancy walking in there, but then regretted the decision when all the hookah smoke set off my evil cough and i nearly died. On saturday we shot two shorts, and I realized how nice it is to NOT be in charge of everything. Like just having to worry about doing the cinematography, that's a fucking cake walk.
has anyone actually ever done a cake walk? I have, it was really fun. I've also done a bunny walk at a rabbit show, not as fun because the rabbits were ugly and not as tasty as cakes.
this is like the first 30 minutes I haven't been hopped up on some type of -quil for the past four days. I refuse to take any before I go to see the doctor because I don't want to look healthier than i actually am.
god, all this mucus in my brain is making me think crazy thoughts, plus gave me super crazy dreams...like one where Jane Goodall and I were swimming in a lake on top of a tropical mountain and playing with small furry things discussing how we could dump our trash in the ocean because the whales should just die anyway.... I'm not even going to think about what the fuck was going on there.
oh and one more thing from my life as a janitor... i overheard this conversation (i love that people think you can't hear if you don't speak) while I was working out at the military base:
military dude #1: man, I could never be a cop. You would only see the bad side of humanity.
military dude #2: then why did you join the army? (laugh laugh)
military dude #1: same reason everyone does, I was out of high school with nothing to do and my girlfriend got pregnant....why did you join?
military dude #2: to kill people. (stunned silence) the army lied. (motions to the boring ass base around him)
yeah, pretty scary. So i mopped my little ass out of there as fast as I could.
oh man, I also saw about 20 million mopeds in westwood, and I was reminded that i am jones'n for one like no other. I don't care what anyone says, I think mopeds are fuckin' sweet.
okay, now i have to go get cleaned up and haul my buns over to this urgent care and see if i can't get the snot sucked out of me.
all for now
-kelly