up up up and down turn turn turn around round round round about and o-ver again
i'm sure there are people in this computer lab that are getting things accomplished, but i'm certainly not one of them, and neither are this pirate and his first mate who are sitting across from each other and instant messaging like it's going out of style. i know they are instant messaging with each other because they keep turning to each other and guffawing. care to share your little joke with the rest of the lab, fuckers?
a bird pooped in the hood of my jacket today. i wouldn't have noticed, except a guy on the subway pointed vaguely behind me and said "what is that"? i sort of looked at him funny, but he insisted "what is that?" and pulled on my hood. "oh, looks like a bird pooped" he said disinterestedly, while making flapping motions with his hands." then i saw that what was probably a pterodactyl had indeed delivered its quite substantial load to my hood. it was very, erm, shitty, because i had to scrape it off with a piece of paper and deposit it into an envelope i happened to have in my schoolbag. ehh, what can you do?
later, senor poop detector did the strangest thing. he rushed off the subway only to rush back through the next set of doors. his inexplicable little sprint must taken quite the toll on him, because he spent the rest of his ride seemingly trying to regain his breath. crazy and helpful, i noted, are not mutually exclusive.
my mom called today and suggested that i do the "child" pose from yoga to get my paper-writing juices flowing. apparently it stimulates the brain. she explained how to do it and even quizzed me later in the conversation to see if i remembered. she's an obsessive yoga class attender, and, according to my sources, the most hyper lady in her class. see? crazy and helpful: not mutually exclusive.
does anyone remember the children's story "the runaway bunny"? in that story, a mother bunny promises to grow wings and rescue her young bunny if he ever ran away. i wish i had that rabbit to fly me back home from york. mmmmm. so soft and warm.
a bird pooped in the hood of my jacket today. i wouldn't have noticed, except a guy on the subway pointed vaguely behind me and said "what is that"? i sort of looked at him funny, but he insisted "what is that?" and pulled on my hood. "oh, looks like a bird pooped" he said disinterestedly, while making flapping motions with his hands." then i saw that what was probably a pterodactyl had indeed delivered its quite substantial load to my hood. it was very, erm, shitty, because i had to scrape it off with a piece of paper and deposit it into an envelope i happened to have in my schoolbag. ehh, what can you do?
later, senor poop detector did the strangest thing. he rushed off the subway only to rush back through the next set of doors. his inexplicable little sprint must taken quite the toll on him, because he spent the rest of his ride seemingly trying to regain his breath. crazy and helpful, i noted, are not mutually exclusive.
my mom called today and suggested that i do the "child" pose from yoga to get my paper-writing juices flowing. apparently it stimulates the brain. she explained how to do it and even quizzed me later in the conversation to see if i remembered. she's an obsessive yoga class attender, and, according to my sources, the most hyper lady in her class. see? crazy and helpful: not mutually exclusive.
does anyone remember the children's story "the runaway bunny"? in that story, a mother bunny promises to grow wings and rescue her young bunny if he ever ran away. i wish i had that rabbit to fly me back home from york. mmmmm. so soft and warm.