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Why is every single person alive in Eugene either out of town or working or not answering their phone etc etc etc. I am now reduced to hanging out with Mike's cat Chloe, drinking Corona's, and wishing he wasn't at work so I wouldn't feel like such a loser alcoholic. His desktop computer (gasp!), I believe is from about 1994 and it looks like this keyboard was his companion at the four burningman festivals he has attended because of all the built up dirt, dust, and grime that can be found upon the keys. I must admit, however, Chloe (mike's cat, not mine) is the best cat I have ever met. She always wants my attention and love and is tremendously overweight and EVERY SINGLE TIME you say anything to her she meows right back at you. SO, at least I have her with me.
Tomorrow will be quite an eventful day. I have a job interview in the morning, and depending on how that goes I am going to continue prowling the streets of Eugene to pick up more applications and give more companies my social security number and my soul. Should be great. WHY does every fuckin' restaurant say you need food/server experience?? I HATE THIS. I would be a great server, especially since I stopped smoking and my memory and vocabulary has made a quick comeback. After my job search, Mike and I might be going to a festival of sorts with some live music, hippies, and hopefully that one special thing. If we dont end up going there, the weather is going to be HOT so in Eugene there is always some sort of fun trouble to get into.
Man, so a few weekends back I met up with my parents where they were camping for the day and had the funniest conversation with my dad. Apparently, he WAS hunter s. thompson which makes me love him all the more. The convo started by myself asking if he had seen Fear and Loathing or read the book and because my dad is indeed lacking in the knowledge in the way of 60's cultural icons (even though he grew up during this era...which btw, makes way more sense after i write this), he of course did not know who this was. I explained the premise of the movie to him (2 guys going on a road trip to vegas and binging on lots and lots and lots of LSD, Mescaline, Peyote, other psychadelic drugs, Cocaine, etc etc.), and he was said to me, "Well, Lori...me and Neil did exactly that one time." How funny and completely cool is that? No wonder I have such a fascination with hallucinagions and am so very curious about how abstract and completely out of reality our brain is capable of being.
I was reading about mushrooms on this really cool website the other day and apparently the first time I took mushrooms I was in the highest stage of possible hallucination, stage 5, where my ego (I) was completely removed from my own reality. I truly had no sense of who "I" was or what the fuck "I" meant, instead I was immersed with feelings of oneness and closeness with a different reality, which kind of felt like a reality in which everything was unified. Objects and colors and sound and language all blended into one entire being. I would hear music, but see dancing balls of color and feel, fuck i don't know what I felt. I wish I remembered that trip better than i do. And man, the word trip really explains the whole thing. After I came back, my friends told me I was eating my hair and taking off my clothes because I was saying I didn't understand why they needed to be touching me, or a part of me. WEIRD. Nudist colonies suddenly make sense lol.
This entry was RANDOM. I will end it by saying Jon Stewart is amazingly awesome, especially for 2 reasons. 1) When he was an undergrad he joined a fraternity, but left soon after. And number 2) when he was a guest on CNN's Crossfire, he OWNED the show and told the republican tool host who wears a boe tie that he was a dick and was hurting all of America. THE END.
So last night
Tomorrow will be quite an eventful day. I have a job interview in the morning, and depending on how that goes I am going to continue prowling the streets of Eugene to pick up more applications and give more companies my social security number and my soul. Should be great. WHY does every fuckin' restaurant say you need food/server experience?? I HATE THIS. I would be a great server, especially since I stopped smoking and my memory and vocabulary has made a quick comeback. After my job search, Mike and I might be going to a festival of sorts with some live music, hippies, and hopefully that one special thing. If we dont end up going there, the weather is going to be HOT so in Eugene there is always some sort of fun trouble to get into.
Man, so a few weekends back I met up with my parents where they were camping for the day and had the funniest conversation with my dad. Apparently, he WAS hunter s. thompson which makes me love him all the more. The convo started by myself asking if he had seen Fear and Loathing or read the book and because my dad is indeed lacking in the knowledge in the way of 60's cultural icons (even though he grew up during this era...which btw, makes way more sense after i write this), he of course did not know who this was. I explained the premise of the movie to him (2 guys going on a road trip to vegas and binging on lots and lots and lots of LSD, Mescaline, Peyote, other psychadelic drugs, Cocaine, etc etc.), and he was said to me, "Well, Lori...me and Neil did exactly that one time." How funny and completely cool is that? No wonder I have such a fascination with hallucinagions and am so very curious about how abstract and completely out of reality our brain is capable of being.
I was reading about mushrooms on this really cool website the other day and apparently the first time I took mushrooms I was in the highest stage of possible hallucination, stage 5, where my ego (I) was completely removed from my own reality. I truly had no sense of who "I" was or what the fuck "I" meant, instead I was immersed with feelings of oneness and closeness with a different reality, which kind of felt like a reality in which everything was unified. Objects and colors and sound and language all blended into one entire being. I would hear music, but see dancing balls of color and feel, fuck i don't know what I felt. I wish I remembered that trip better than i do. And man, the word trip really explains the whole thing. After I came back, my friends told me I was eating my hair and taking off my clothes because I was saying I didn't understand why they needed to be touching me, or a part of me. WEIRD. Nudist colonies suddenly make sense lol.
This entry was RANDOM. I will end it by saying Jon Stewart is amazingly awesome, especially for 2 reasons. 1) When he was an undergrad he joined a fraternity, but left soon after. And number 2) when he was a guest on CNN's Crossfire, he OWNED the show and told the republican tool host who wears a boe tie that he was a dick and was hurting all of America. THE END.
So last night