...ramifications of a newly drugged mind...
...caprice...
the body is suddenly shocked into a new sustained form of drugged consciousness. the haze lingers over like an iminent cloud forewarning another plain, gray, sunless day.
...those sentences kinda reminds me of those refrigerator magnet words. ask amelia... i did it for two hours last tuesday night, the first all nighter of the week. is it magnets or magnents? who cares?
anyways, its that hazy six am. the one that follows a series of events which led me around a whole new denton. the sky is that perfect light blue. today will be a good day.
yesterday was a good day. well i mean, it had its low points:
...Mi abuela está en el hospital y ellos no están seguro que ella vivirá mucho más largo. cuán triste.
...muchos dramáticas... i know this one doesnt make much sense, but...
¿qué puede hacer usted acerca de lo?
there were a couple more things that i didnt understand today...
...how can boys seem to sometimes turn off their feelings?
...how fuckin people are fuckin people. you gotta watch out for the unique ones. they're the hardest to understand because they are not what we consider to be "in the norm" i suppose. and its funny how people can fuckin just straight up like, disregard things... and people. how do you live with a clear conscience by not at least explaining things sometimes. this isnt directed towards any one conversation i had last night, just a consensus of points taken from various conversations, and carried to another...
but there were also some splendid points of this friday...
...red lobster. thank you very much mister christopher...
...my mom calling and apologizing for her "BF" and power trip at six fifty four am. its safe to say that i just showed my mom i can stand up for myself and that i AM strong enough to live on my own...
...mike comin' through and being a lifesaver. well, addication tempter but nonetheless an all around good friend...
...having a similar experience as mike and being able to bond on another level. thanks mike. we're so awesome. like, a okay super cool number one coolest kids ever...
speaking of which, me and the black kid *tommy... yall dont get offended. if you are offended, fuck off and dont read then, ass*. if you graduated from bandera, you would know exactly who i'm talking about. my brotha from anotha motha and all that jazz.
...today is saturday may seventh. four more days until my journey in denton is finished, and a new quest in corpus begins...
OH NO! ac slater and "preppie" zach morris are fighting on the television.
...in the words of the mother fuckin' sex pistols *thank you amelia :) go look at the shout outs post*, ...i hate the tv...
so anyways, i need to find a job in corpus. i also need to find a place, some friends, and all of my family. and some party people who are open minded. thats always good.
i've started a movie list of ones that i need to see soon:
garden state
i h<3art huckabees
life aquatic
big fish
...and according to luisa and elijah, human traffic...
well my friends, this time of mellow idle ramblings must come to an end.
i just wish i could remember what sober feels like... no i dont.
...and the moral of the story is...
i love my hazy, chemically romanced life.
the body is suddenly shocked into a new sustained form of drugged consciousness. the haze lingers over like an iminent cloud forewarning another plain, gray, sunless day.
...those sentences kinda reminds me of those refrigerator magnet words. ask amelia... i did it for two hours last tuesday night, the first all nighter of the week. is it magnets or magnents? who cares?
anyways, its that hazy six am. the one that follows a series of events which led me around a whole new denton. the sky is that perfect light blue. today will be a good day.
yesterday was a good day. well i mean, it had its low points:
...Mi abuela está en el hospital y ellos no están seguro que ella vivirá mucho más largo. cuán triste.
...muchos dramáticas... i know this one doesnt make much sense, but...
¿qué puede hacer usted acerca de lo?
there were a couple more things that i didnt understand today...
...how can boys seem to sometimes turn off their feelings?
...how fuckin people are fuckin people. you gotta watch out for the unique ones. they're the hardest to understand because they are not what we consider to be "in the norm" i suppose. and its funny how people can fuckin just straight up like, disregard things... and people. how do you live with a clear conscience by not at least explaining things sometimes. this isnt directed towards any one conversation i had last night, just a consensus of points taken from various conversations, and carried to another...
but there were also some splendid points of this friday...
...red lobster. thank you very much mister christopher...
...my mom calling and apologizing for her "BF" and power trip at six fifty four am. its safe to say that i just showed my mom i can stand up for myself and that i AM strong enough to live on my own...
...mike comin' through and being a lifesaver. well, addication tempter but nonetheless an all around good friend...
...having a similar experience as mike and being able to bond on another level. thanks mike. we're so awesome. like, a okay super cool number one coolest kids ever...
speaking of which, me and the black kid *tommy... yall dont get offended. if you are offended, fuck off and dont read then, ass*. if you graduated from bandera, you would know exactly who i'm talking about. my brotha from anotha motha and all that jazz.
...today is saturday may seventh. four more days until my journey in denton is finished, and a new quest in corpus begins...
OH NO! ac slater and "preppie" zach morris are fighting on the television.
...in the words of the mother fuckin' sex pistols *thank you amelia :) go look at the shout outs post*, ...i hate the tv...
so anyways, i need to find a job in corpus. i also need to find a place, some friends, and all of my family. and some party people who are open minded. thats always good.
i've started a movie list of ones that i need to see soon:
garden state
i h<3art huckabees
life aquatic
big fish
...and according to luisa and elijah, human traffic...
well my friends, this time of mellow idle ramblings must come to an end.
i just wish i could remember what sober feels like... no i dont.
...and the moral of the story is...
i love my hazy, chemically romanced life.