life and thoughts.
today has been a white trash day. it started when joel came home really hungover and raphi and sonja and i were drinking bloody's. i made joel one and he said "hey, there's no pickle!" and I said get your own damn pickle!! al, who had showed up tripping, commented on how white trash it was, me barking for joel to get his own damn pickle and us all sitting on my back porch because it was warmer outside than in my house. we proceeded to sit around bullshit for a while.
Then we decided to head to al's to get more of his sheet of acid for rapheal and joel. we took joel's truck (very classy) and sonja and i rode in the truck bed laying down. we looked up at the sky and the tops of buildings in minneapolis that i'd never taken the time to look at before. When we left al's he gave sonja and i a tiny quarter hit, so i just took it. hasn't done too much. oh well oh well. when we were driving away from al's raphi knocked on the back window and told me to jump out and grab this big boa that was sitting on the side of road. i did. i didn't notice, but apparently this dude who was on the street looked amazingly happy and i made his day.
we came back to the house, the ramshackle house that i live in, and i drank the rest of my bloody and we worked our way into the beer. then raphi suggested we make a fire pit. so we did. and we built up a nice little fire. the awful neighbor gave us shit and said what we were doing was illegal. but raphi has a fire pit and knew it was ok. so we kept on. we weren't gonna burn nothin down! this continued the white trashiness. we finally put the fire out. now we've been sitting in my dirty livingroom. raphi playing with the cat, al being wierd because he also drank half a bottle of robotussin (yup, my 23 year old would be best friend if he wasn't so damn closed off to everyone around him drinks tussin often)joel just sittin around being the (so brandon and allison say) sexy roommate that he always is. me, i'm just chillin. sort of waiting to go to the ghostface and rakim show with jared.
Jared. i'm kind of just sick of putting up with that. i'm not really the type of person to force myself on someone. if he doesn't want to be with me, fine. just stop acting like you do when we're together. don't tell me that you'll see a movie with me friday. and then say you're busy. and then say you're free all weekend. and when i ask if you want to see the same movie saturday night say that you're going to work on your resume with someone. til later than 9:40 at night? whatever, i'm done, i give up. you can't force someone to like you and I surely won't do that. no matter how much they might lead you on. I will, however, still ask him to take me to first ave shows when i want to go to them.
but hopefully i won't have to do that much longer. I'm now writing film reviews for a monthly magazine in minneapolis. it's pretty sweet, and because first ave advertizes with them we get a spot on the guest list.
anyways, i suppose that's enough for tonight. maybe this little hit is affecting me more than i thought. we're listening to excellent music in the cold, dirty living room and that's a good thing.
Then we decided to head to al's to get more of his sheet of acid for rapheal and joel. we took joel's truck (very classy) and sonja and i rode in the truck bed laying down. we looked up at the sky and the tops of buildings in minneapolis that i'd never taken the time to look at before. When we left al's he gave sonja and i a tiny quarter hit, so i just took it. hasn't done too much. oh well oh well. when we were driving away from al's raphi knocked on the back window and told me to jump out and grab this big boa that was sitting on the side of road. i did. i didn't notice, but apparently this dude who was on the street looked amazingly happy and i made his day.
we came back to the house, the ramshackle house that i live in, and i drank the rest of my bloody and we worked our way into the beer. then raphi suggested we make a fire pit. so we did. and we built up a nice little fire. the awful neighbor gave us shit and said what we were doing was illegal. but raphi has a fire pit and knew it was ok. so we kept on. we weren't gonna burn nothin down! this continued the white trashiness. we finally put the fire out. now we've been sitting in my dirty livingroom. raphi playing with the cat, al being wierd because he also drank half a bottle of robotussin (yup, my 23 year old would be best friend if he wasn't so damn closed off to everyone around him drinks tussin often)joel just sittin around being the (so brandon and allison say) sexy roommate that he always is. me, i'm just chillin. sort of waiting to go to the ghostface and rakim show with jared.
Jared. i'm kind of just sick of putting up with that. i'm not really the type of person to force myself on someone. if he doesn't want to be with me, fine. just stop acting like you do when we're together. don't tell me that you'll see a movie with me friday. and then say you're busy. and then say you're free all weekend. and when i ask if you want to see the same movie saturday night say that you're going to work on your resume with someone. til later than 9:40 at night? whatever, i'm done, i give up. you can't force someone to like you and I surely won't do that. no matter how much they might lead you on. I will, however, still ask him to take me to first ave shows when i want to go to them.
but hopefully i won't have to do that much longer. I'm now writing film reviews for a monthly magazine in minneapolis. it's pretty sweet, and because first ave advertizes with them we get a spot on the guest list.
anyways, i suppose that's enough for tonight. maybe this little hit is affecting me more than i thought. we're listening to excellent music in the cold, dirty living room and that's a good thing.