let's go take a break...from breaking.
And the Autumn Tiger continues to give us terrific, let's run around naked outside weather. After this I'm going to meander over to Cory Hall to read.
Yesterday was another slow Saturday. Oh, and I'm getting fat. Fuck me. Anyway, after brunch John, Mike, and I decide to go watch Kill Bill. Long story short, we managed to pick up a whole entourage of people, walked to University, waited for 40 sorry minutes, and in the end, I ended up not going. Of course, I had to stay to see the 15 come, or some people would accuse me of misleading the crowd. Some men would threaten never to "follow another woman". And you know, if that ever happened I would just have to castrate the whole lot of them. The penisless would be condemned to a life of crocheting and watching Happy Days. And masturbation through jousting with their limp, bloodless members. Fucking misogynist mother fuckers. I'm going to be more well read than all of them without the help of four years of philosophy professors. Afterall, it is Daylight savings, the day of empty promises.
So I'm going to get off my fat fucking ass soon and go read by Cory Hall. I will, just...not now.
After that whole fiasco I came back to go listen to the University Symphony Orchestra play. They were thoroughly, 100%, purebred mediocre. They killed the Debussy and the violist killed the Berlioz. No standing ovation. This is rare in almost all classical music performances because everything sounds good to the plebian. So unless everyone in the audience was a culture savant of refined classical training such as me, it was a sucky performance. Or at least I'm sure it was, as I listened through my sleep.
After the performance I walked around looking for something to do and found myself drinking beer and eating crepes with Shay and Brighton by Strawberry Creek. It was pretty good times. Then a whole group of us went to play volleyball in silicon chip-laced sand. Those EECs majors can be quite the pranksters.
I'm talking to Emma and we want to throw muffins and passers-by. MUAHA.
Okay, time to read. Yes. Time. To. Read.
Yesterday was another slow Saturday. Oh, and I'm getting fat. Fuck me. Anyway, after brunch John, Mike, and I decide to go watch Kill Bill. Long story short, we managed to pick up a whole entourage of people, walked to University, waited for 40 sorry minutes, and in the end, I ended up not going. Of course, I had to stay to see the 15 come, or some people would accuse me of misleading the crowd. Some men would threaten never to "follow another woman". And you know, if that ever happened I would just have to castrate the whole lot of them. The penisless would be condemned to a life of crocheting and watching Happy Days. And masturbation through jousting with their limp, bloodless members. Fucking misogynist mother fuckers. I'm going to be more well read than all of them without the help of four years of philosophy professors. Afterall, it is Daylight savings, the day of empty promises.
So I'm going to get off my fat fucking ass soon and go read by Cory Hall. I will, just...not now.
After that whole fiasco I came back to go listen to the University Symphony Orchestra play. They were thoroughly, 100%, purebred mediocre. They killed the Debussy and the violist killed the Berlioz. No standing ovation. This is rare in almost all classical music performances because everything sounds good to the plebian. So unless everyone in the audience was a culture savant of refined classical training such as me, it was a sucky performance. Or at least I'm sure it was, as I listened through my sleep.
After the performance I walked around looking for something to do and found myself drinking beer and eating crepes with Shay and Brighton by Strawberry Creek. It was pretty good times. Then a whole group of us went to play volleyball in silicon chip-laced sand. Those EECs majors can be quite the pranksters.
I'm talking to Emma and we want to throw muffins and passers-by. MUAHA.
Okay, time to read. Yes. Time. To. Read.