hello daddy, hello mom
"Mrs. Sameshima, where'd you get these containers?"
I've had the worst dreams ever these past couple months. It must be from smoking. Anyway, people being cut up after sex, animal on animal forced sex and malicious cop killing. Last night was cop killing. The cop was looking for someone, me but he didn't know it. Intense. I keep dreaming of writing class, which is refreshing compared to the rest. I don't want to go into detail because they were so real. Don't think differently of me just because I dream of shite.
I'm not going to pride this year. I'm not going to the finale of the fireworks either. Wednesday = yes (?). I'm working a lot. My family's going away for a week in August, so we know what that means. I'm reading 100 Years of Solitude right now, given to me by Nathaniel and encouraged to read by Andrea. I JUST SUMMED UP MY MONTLY SOCIAL LIFE IN A PARAGRAPH.
I want to go to Japan and teach English. I think it's good for me to have these kind of aspirations. I watched the Virgin Suicides twice in one night this week. Funniest conversation ever. "What did you do this week?" "Well, I did this: blah blah" "How depressing" "!" What the fuck. I love it.
I also went to the beach a couple times. Fives boys and one Michael packed into a small car. Going home felt like the imaginery car ride before the boys find the girls dead dead deadsky, all of them smiling in the sunshine, driving fast in the stationwagon. Going along eighth ave, there are trees with leaves that are silver. The trees look dead, but they're not. I no longer have horrible, blistering sun burn. You can pay me to entertain you by the hour at your local teahouse again ^^
Maybe I'll go to the youth dance tomorrow night, as I hear the DJ is wicked sweet cool. That's exactly what I need to go to in order to feel desirable. Okay, awesome.
I hope UBC tells me if I should stay or if I should go soon. ok great