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I have a tick in my right eye, stress related. When I was young, probably 9, 10, 11, 12, I had these really shitty ticks. I was one stress little shit. I would shake my head back and forth until my brain hurt (...uh oh!), twist my face in weird contortions and blink my eyes. I was OCB about #4. Everything that could vary without any major destruction, such as door knocks, were always 4. Tap something? Oh shit man, gotta do it 3 more times. No one ever noticed it, I tapped considerably softer, but somehow my tick counted that as repetition. Mindfuck, huh?
I'm better now. No really, I am. Well, the part about me not ticking anymore. I still look at pictures of maimed and mutilated bodies for entertainment and stuff, but hey - I LOVE kittens and puppiies, and I love giving them big smootches right on the lips, 'cause I ain't 'fraid 'no PUPPY GERMS! Infact, everytime I walk on to my sister's house, the kitties (ohhh but they've grown so much!) that lives in the same house complex (whatever a gated bunch of houses is... heh) always run up to me when they see me, because I know just how to touch them to make them happy!
...oh Jesus, shut the hell up. THEY'RE CATS!
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Noah uses stars. I'll steal his idea.
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God damn tick.
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Today was okay, I listened to Mumia 911 all day, which only has 3 songs on it, but also includes the instrumentals and stuff, so that was awesome trying to rhyme to it (and doing really well).
The most dramatic point of my day was when I told my gym teacher I wasn't dressing out that day (... sweating is not sexy, and smelling like it certainly isn't, either) and he told me I had been dropped from the class. I did kind of miss it... a lot. I wonder if they're going to drop me from anything else, that would blow nads. Oh well.
I wandered to the dean's office, lost the nerve and waited outside the school for like 10 minutes, debating what to do, since security were guarding the viewable exits, from a distance. The great part of sitting there was that earlier in the day I had stashed an airhead in my front shirt pocket and remembered it was there, so that really kicked ass. I saw two school busses on the other side of the school, and noticed that it was a one-way. Some lady freaked out on a couple of people who were driving into our school from the wrong side. I figured that since no one was anywhere near the busses and it was 5th period and the busses aren't there anyway AND they had just returned people from state on afieldtrip that they must be leaving. I waited for about 5-10 minutes, then sure enough they drive by. :)}
Busses are fucking huge, and the school is right next to a big, 4 lane street. They are two full size busses, one behind the other. I wait until they are both together, wait until the pig turns his head, then jet behind it, going onto the side walk still covered from sight, and into the parking lot across the street. Hell yeah. So, this really awesome park is next to my school, so I go there.
I stretch, do about 5 minutes of yoga, stretch more, kick off my sambas and sit cross legged, forearms on knees, thumbs between forefinger and middlefinger. How awesome, I'm in the shade, I was sweating before, but now I'm almost shivering. I can feel the wind blowing all around me, it's really really cold. Occassionally cars will drive by, but after 30 minutes of meditation I can't really hear, feel, taste, see... But what I feel, is weightlessness. My head is floating, occasionally I can feel one of my bones, but they feel really really small. The air, man, the air is so good! 30 more minutes, I figure, and I begin the 5-10 minute dazing out process. When I finally open my eyes, everything I see is soft, like an oil painting. I have a smile on my face, and can't wait to jump into the warm sun.
People write about bumping into someone at the supermarket, but I'm not some dilluted, mindfucked shit head.
I'm better now. No really, I am. Well, the part about me not ticking anymore. I still look at pictures of maimed and mutilated bodies for entertainment and stuff, but hey - I LOVE kittens and puppiies, and I love giving them big smootches right on the lips, 'cause I ain't 'fraid 'no PUPPY GERMS! Infact, everytime I walk on to my sister's house, the kitties (ohhh but they've grown so much!) that lives in the same house complex (whatever a gated bunch of houses is... heh) always run up to me when they see me, because I know just how to touch them to make them happy!
...oh Jesus, shut the hell up. THEY'RE CATS!
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Noah uses stars. I'll steal his idea.
***
God damn tick.
***
Today was okay, I listened to Mumia 911 all day, which only has 3 songs on it, but also includes the instrumentals and stuff, so that was awesome trying to rhyme to it (and doing really well).
The most dramatic point of my day was when I told my gym teacher I wasn't dressing out that day (... sweating is not sexy, and smelling like it certainly isn't, either) and he told me I had been dropped from the class. I did kind of miss it... a lot. I wonder if they're going to drop me from anything else, that would blow nads. Oh well.
I wandered to the dean's office, lost the nerve and waited outside the school for like 10 minutes, debating what to do, since security were guarding the viewable exits, from a distance. The great part of sitting there was that earlier in the day I had stashed an airhead in my front shirt pocket and remembered it was there, so that really kicked ass. I saw two school busses on the other side of the school, and noticed that it was a one-way. Some lady freaked out on a couple of people who were driving into our school from the wrong side. I figured that since no one was anywhere near the busses and it was 5th period and the busses aren't there anyway AND they had just returned people from state on afieldtrip that they must be leaving. I waited for about 5-10 minutes, then sure enough they drive by. :)}
Busses are fucking huge, and the school is right next to a big, 4 lane street. They are two full size busses, one behind the other. I wait until they are both together, wait until the pig turns his head, then jet behind it, going onto the side walk still covered from sight, and into the parking lot across the street. Hell yeah. So, this really awesome park is next to my school, so I go there.
I stretch, do about 5 minutes of yoga, stretch more, kick off my sambas and sit cross legged, forearms on knees, thumbs between forefinger and middlefinger. How awesome, I'm in the shade, I was sweating before, but now I'm almost shivering. I can feel the wind blowing all around me, it's really really cold. Occassionally cars will drive by, but after 30 minutes of meditation I can't really hear, feel, taste, see... But what I feel, is weightlessness. My head is floating, occasionally I can feel one of my bones, but they feel really really small. The air, man, the air is so good! 30 more minutes, I figure, and I begin the 5-10 minute dazing out process. When I finally open my eyes, everything I see is soft, like an oil painting. I have a smile on my face, and can't wait to jump into the warm sun.
People write about bumping into someone at the supermarket, but I'm not some dilluted, mindfucked shit head.