Apr 09, 2005 21:25
Two weeks back to school and I really havent been able to force myself to do any fucking work at all. Oh well. I'm using my good ol' (and I do mean ol') iMac cause my laptop has "pooped the futon," as Bert so eloquently put it.
I think I'm gonna wind up going to URI. So much for getting out of the state. So much for going to school near a city. So much for going to a small liberal arts college.
I made a bowl out of tinfoil, a trumpet mouthpiece, and some masking tape last week. Its, frankly, kinda silly.
If anyone didnt know, or didnt care to know, I'd like to say that the guitarists of My Chemical Romance are far more talented than they let on.
I wish, with the majority of what soul I have left, that I could write songs.
I wanna go home with the armadillo, good country music from amarillo to aboline, the friendliest people and the prettiest women you've ever seen.
I'm 2/3 of the way through 1984. I'm so proud of myself. I haven't read a book for pleasure in such a long time. Too bad that pride is a sin.
External harddrives are eternally useful.