Jun 02, 2007 23:54
... i decided the other day that i would only do topical blog-style posts, and not just random daily things. i am now gleefully violating this rule. to make it interesting, i am writing my life as if it were a soundtrack.
"if winter ends" by bright eyes. finally got roughs for the two (goddamnfuckingshit) critical theory questions for winter's tale, the survival and the postmodern ones. unfortunately, they are a piece of shit, so i will edit them and send them all of to kelly tomorrow.
"the waltz of the tennis players" by meg baird. i am sunburned and sore like a mother from tennis. there is a lesson to be learned from this. if you ever get the brilliant idea to play tennis barefoot, because you are wearing slip on leather shoes that fall off if you lift up your feet, just... don't. your thought process will go something like this :
1.) ow. ow. OW.
2.) ehh, this gravel is really, really rough, but it ain't so bad.
3.) ehh, this gravel is really, really hot, but it still ain't so bad.
4.) EHH, THIS CUT GLASS ON THE GRAVEL IS BAD.
5.) hey! b/c i have to keep dancing around and moving my feet or else have my feet suffer a burny death, i am actually playing better than i have before!
6.) FUCK OWWWWWWWWWWWWW.
7.) Repeat 6 for the next two days.
"fortress" by pinback. (carl: this was the mysterious song that was not "porcelain"! neither was it "play" by flunk either, as i thought. XD) went to carl's print making street festival thing, which was really, really cool, even though it was a billion degrees outside. also, my brother mark randomly found a $30 unopened bottle of grey goose vodka on the bus. XD
"go to sleep" by radiohead. attempt to do english homework when i get home. fail, miserably. gloomily consider how this whole damn english thing has only stretched on so endlessly because i've procrastinated so spectacularly. eat some cappuccino ice cream, and crash hard, for about four hours.
"light your ass on fire" by busta rhymes. my window is open, so the smoke from my parent's bonfire is outside. i sincerely hope that no asses are being lit.
free vodka,
prints,
tennis equals love and pain,
music