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Usually I fall asleep to a record playing softly. I switch it up every three days or so. Last night I put on a Kinks record I hadn't listened to in a while, and I totally forgot it was one of those records you have to manually stop, or the needle just keeps going and going and going making that creepy noise. So I'm like a second away from falling asleep when all of a sudden I hear that continuos needle sound, and of course it creeps the shit out of me, and I jump up and in a haste try to get out of my bed, disoriented, hitting my heel against a chair. It's the second time I've hurt myself around my bed in the past few weeks.
About two weeks ago, I stumbled into bed a bit drunk, and I had this dream (though I don't think drinking had anything to do with it, it never does) that my friend Kimmy and I took a trip to Ecuador. It was a very vivid dream. While in Ecuador, we encountered a giant talking bird made out of boulders stuck together with chewed bubble gum. While we were talking to the bird, about God knows what, a giant chocolate chip cookie came and started fighting with the bird. The cookie was handily winning, and the bird started crumbling, the chewed gum not withstanding the crushing blows of the cookie. I look up and notice a giant rock hurtling towards Kimmy and I, so I push her out of the way. She gets mad, picks up a rock, and throws it at me. At the same exact moment that the rock hits my forehead in my dream, in real life I bang my head hard against the wall I was facing. My eyes open, there's a streak of blood on the wall in front of me. I looked like Harry Potter for about a week, it was nuts.
The weather was freezing today; I hope it's freezing in St. Augustine next weekend for Harvest of Hope. It'll make the whole "no one's showering for three days" thing more bearable. Not that Langerado was that bad or anything, I'm just saying. I like to feel clean. ...Because I'm very girly and soft. Also, I hope some anarchist punk elbows me or something, I want the full experience. Also, I bought my Sasquatch ticket yesterday, hopefully I can make it out to Seattle for that at the end of May with Kevin, Anna, and Etta. But this does mean 'Roo is a definite no-no, but it's ok because Sasquatch has a better line-up in a prettier place. I don't even know what I'm saying anymore. I wish the internet here wasn't so sucky. I want Dean to come visit. I can't wait to watch the Daily Show being taped live in June. Also, I really want Dean to come visit. Also I like the word "also", it's so helpful.
I read this in a book today, and for some reason I thought it was pretty funny: "Heat, time, and pressure. The same three things that make a diamond, also make a waffle."
Why is everyone so negative all of a sudden? We still all have 20 years until we realize our lives suck.
About two weeks ago, I stumbled into bed a bit drunk, and I had this dream (though I don't think drinking had anything to do with it, it never does) that my friend Kimmy and I took a trip to Ecuador. It was a very vivid dream. While in Ecuador, we encountered a giant talking bird made out of boulders stuck together with chewed bubble gum. While we were talking to the bird, about God knows what, a giant chocolate chip cookie came and started fighting with the bird. The cookie was handily winning, and the bird started crumbling, the chewed gum not withstanding the crushing blows of the cookie. I look up and notice a giant rock hurtling towards Kimmy and I, so I push her out of the way. She gets mad, picks up a rock, and throws it at me. At the same exact moment that the rock hits my forehead in my dream, in real life I bang my head hard against the wall I was facing. My eyes open, there's a streak of blood on the wall in front of me. I looked like Harry Potter for about a week, it was nuts.
The weather was freezing today; I hope it's freezing in St. Augustine next weekend for Harvest of Hope. It'll make the whole "no one's showering for three days" thing more bearable. Not that Langerado was that bad or anything, I'm just saying. I like to feel clean. ...Because I'm very girly and soft. Also, I hope some anarchist punk elbows me or something, I want the full experience. Also, I bought my Sasquatch ticket yesterday, hopefully I can make it out to Seattle for that at the end of May with Kevin, Anna, and Etta. But this does mean 'Roo is a definite no-no, but it's ok because Sasquatch has a better line-up in a prettier place. I don't even know what I'm saying anymore. I wish the internet here wasn't so sucky. I want Dean to come visit. I can't wait to watch the Daily Show being taped live in June. Also, I really want Dean to come visit. Also I like the word "also", it's so helpful.
I read this in a book today, and for some reason I thought it was pretty funny: "Heat, time, and pressure. The same three things that make a diamond, also make a waffle."
Why is everyone so negative all of a sudden? We still all have 20 years until we realize our lives suck.