paris from a subway window
April 5
I woke up early this morning so i could put my bed sheets in the wash. I didn't care to much. we got out of the house on time and onto the airbus that would take us to LAX. /on the bus i listened to some of the so generously donated cds that i had brought., I first listened to "Dear Catastrophe waitress"(thank you einar)which was beautiful(especially the one about tony, track 9). I then listened to Happy hardcore(thanks again einar)which i found quite amusing and uplifting, though repetitive. I only was completely satisfied with a fews ongs(for example, 99 red ballooooooooooons, its fun) then came the unicorns, though only the first cd(thankyouthankyou clancy)when we got to the airport my mother left all her clothes on the bus, and we thought someone had stolen them. After an intense gun battle and several civilian casulties we retrieved the giant suitcase, who had forgotten to unload it. we waited for a couple hours in a line that turned out to lead off the edge of the world. after a bit of lunch i devoured the bends(thankthankthankyouuu amphony) which i love now.We got on the plane at 5:30(we had gotten in at 12:30) and on the airplane radio they were showcasing...Athlete, Rooster. I listened to about half of it and it was decidedly average. i liked the upbeatness, but the lyrics were only soso (i thought). when we took out i dove into the incredible psycodrama deep, profoudly disturbing, thriller...Elektra. which sucked. and it made no sense. and it was as cliche as an 8th grade rebel. AND kill bill was so much better you could watch them both blinfolded and on mute and tell the difference. then i watch oceans 12. Classy.Snazzy.Spazzy.Not that good, but classy enough to look good. only amp will know wart i meaqan when i say,'hail to the thief is to radiohead as oseans 12 is to the oceans 11(actually amp might not get it either) tell me is you do./my favorite part: the nightfox odging the a million and one lasers by breakdancing. then i watched the emperors new groove. pbthtphtphbth. then i watched school of rock. then i watched a couple hours of cartoons.
after the flight(10 hours aprox.) we switched planes in england and zoomed to paris. we waited for a couple hours for the blue van, and then a couple hours in the blue van in traffic.
highlight of the day(s): I was hacky-sackin it up at the airport in Heathrow, waiting for the blue van. I flip it up,hit it with my right foot, catching it between my face and my shoulder. i let it rool down my arm, flip it up at the elbow, and ctahc it in the air, real slick. As im doing this, a guy walks by. He looks at me and says:
"Go Canada."
I woke up early this morning so i could put my bed sheets in the wash. I didn't care to much. we got out of the house on time and onto the airbus that would take us to LAX. /on the bus i listened to some of the so generously donated cds that i had brought., I first listened to "Dear Catastrophe waitress"(thank you einar)which was beautiful(especially the one about tony, track 9). I then listened to Happy hardcore(thanks again einar)which i found quite amusing and uplifting, though repetitive. I only was completely satisfied with a fews ongs(for example, 99 red ballooooooooooons, its fun) then came the unicorns, though only the first cd(thankyouthankyou clancy)when we got to the airport my mother left all her clothes on the bus, and we thought someone had stolen them. After an intense gun battle and several civilian casulties we retrieved the giant suitcase, who had forgotten to unload it. we waited for a couple hours in a line that turned out to lead off the edge of the world. after a bit of lunch i devoured the bends(thankthankthankyouuu amphony) which i love now.We got on the plane at 5:30(we had gotten in at 12:30) and on the airplane radio they were showcasing...Athlete, Rooster. I listened to about half of it and it was decidedly average. i liked the upbeatness, but the lyrics were only soso (i thought). when we took out i dove into the incredible psycodrama deep, profoudly disturbing, thriller...Elektra. which sucked. and it made no sense. and it was as cliche as an 8th grade rebel. AND kill bill was so much better you could watch them both blinfolded and on mute and tell the difference. then i watch oceans 12. Classy.Snazzy.Spazzy.Not that good, but classy enough to look good. only amp will know wart i meaqan when i say,'hail to the thief is to radiohead as oseans 12 is to the oceans 11(actually amp might not get it either) tell me is you do./my favorite part: the nightfox odging the a million and one lasers by breakdancing. then i watched the emperors new groove. pbthtphtphbth. then i watched school of rock. then i watched a couple hours of cartoons.
after the flight(10 hours aprox.) we switched planes in england and zoomed to paris. we waited for a couple hours for the blue van, and then a couple hours in the blue van in traffic.
highlight of the day(s): I was hacky-sackin it up at the airport in Heathrow, waiting for the blue van. I flip it up,hit it with my right foot, catching it between my face and my shoulder. i let it rool down my arm, flip it up at the elbow, and ctahc it in the air, real slick. As im doing this, a guy walks by. He looks at me and says:
"Go Canada."