sorry no cliff notes.
Welp. Lets just knock a few things out.
I got in two car accidents in two weeks. The car was gone for a week and a half. Even though I had my brother's car to borrow, I couldn't help but think about what it would be like to be sans car for a while. I have the car back now but am thinking about selling it sometime. Maybe I'll not buy another one, but maybe I'll get a small truck with shell or a sweet ass station wagon.
I have been accepted into the photography program at school. Congrats! I feel empathetic to those who didn't get in. On the night of the portfolio review deadline, a few of us went to Alex's Bar to celebrate. The memory flipped-turned upside down after reading the acceptance list. I guess it made me feel like a time traveler. We were celebrating a victory in the future but that victory hasn't come for some. And now when I relive this memory, I know their names won't be on the list. I don't know. I am sad and that's about it.
I lost my phone in Santa Barb yesterday. This has not been a damper. The dude/girl/bro/bro-ho/whoever has it tried to make two calls with it this morning. Meaning whoever had it was getting calls and not picking them up. Douchebaggery. I don't know when I'll get a new phone. It might not be for a while.
I met these nice people who tried to help me find my phone. One was this cute little Asian girl was dressed up as Edie Sedgwick. We held hands. I don't remember her name. All I know is that I need to snap out of this. It's pretty obvious to me that I fucked up and now have no way of contacting her. I'm in this mindset which convinces me that I'll never find love again thus the automatic dismissal of possibilities. I went to Joey's apartment to find lots of drunken nothingness. After an hour, I decided to make the walk back to Sara's (Phil's friend) house. I switched out of the shoes with nail heads coming through the sole. I then and walked alone in my Michael Jackson costume swinging my Chicago Bulls duffel bag and clenching my pillow. A few fellow drunks told me to dance. I didn't feel like thrilling. They said I was the saddest Michael Jackson they've ever seen. I felt like a sad Michael Jackson. I arrived at Sara's at about 4AM, perhaps. I couldn't stop thinking about Edie and the way she tried to fix my shoe by smashing it on a wall in her friends apartment. With each smash, I felt like she cared a little more than before. I don't know, I guess the story will go on in my mind.
I have no money and I'm losing touch with friends. I have a big bed but only papers, pictures, and books to help fill the space. I've watching myself becoming more self-centered. I am empowered to stop it and have made efforts but for some reason it still happens. I accept your challenge. Maybe it's because of all the "I"s in this entry. Anyways, I still don't believe in time but all this make me wish I did. I love life. It's interesting even when I make it shitty. I love happiness, I love sadness.
I watched these videos with the Used Levi's store dude.
I got in two car accidents in two weeks. The car was gone for a week and a half. Even though I had my brother's car to borrow, I couldn't help but think about what it would be like to be sans car for a while. I have the car back now but am thinking about selling it sometime. Maybe I'll not buy another one, but maybe I'll get a small truck with shell or a sweet ass station wagon.
I have been accepted into the photography program at school. Congrats! I feel empathetic to those who didn't get in. On the night of the portfolio review deadline, a few of us went to Alex's Bar to celebrate. The memory flipped-turned upside down after reading the acceptance list. I guess it made me feel like a time traveler. We were celebrating a victory in the future but that victory hasn't come for some. And now when I relive this memory, I know their names won't be on the list. I don't know. I am sad and that's about it.
I lost my phone in Santa Barb yesterday. This has not been a damper. The dude/girl/bro/bro-ho/whoever has it tried to make two calls with it this morning. Meaning whoever had it was getting calls and not picking them up. Douchebaggery. I don't know when I'll get a new phone. It might not be for a while.
I met these nice people who tried to help me find my phone. One was this cute little Asian girl was dressed up as Edie Sedgwick. We held hands. I don't remember her name. All I know is that I need to snap out of this. It's pretty obvious to me that I fucked up and now have no way of contacting her. I'm in this mindset which convinces me that I'll never find love again thus the automatic dismissal of possibilities. I went to Joey's apartment to find lots of drunken nothingness. After an hour, I decided to make the walk back to Sara's (Phil's friend) house. I switched out of the shoes with nail heads coming through the sole. I then and walked alone in my Michael Jackson costume swinging my Chicago Bulls duffel bag and clenching my pillow. A few fellow drunks told me to dance. I didn't feel like thrilling. They said I was the saddest Michael Jackson they've ever seen. I felt like a sad Michael Jackson. I arrived at Sara's at about 4AM, perhaps. I couldn't stop thinking about Edie and the way she tried to fix my shoe by smashing it on a wall in her friends apartment. With each smash, I felt like she cared a little more than before. I don't know, I guess the story will go on in my mind.
I have no money and I'm losing touch with friends. I have a big bed but only papers, pictures, and books to help fill the space. I've watching myself becoming more self-centered. I am empowered to stop it and have made efforts but for some reason it still happens. I accept your challenge. Maybe it's because of all the "I"s in this entry. Anyways, I still don't believe in time but all this make me wish I did. I love life. It's interesting even when I make it shitty. I love happiness, I love sadness.
I watched these videos with the Used Levi's store dude.
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