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AT THE CLOSE OF THE SEMESTER (more boring hoopla):
my roomate had been sick and undiagnosed with mono for two weeks, she got a rash from taking the penicilin she was prescribed for the cyst she got on her lower back (lots of groaning, bad breath, and unwashed hair from the top bunk)... she left 11/2 weeks early and my friend her boyfriend continued our foray into the world of cooking with "shapes" brand chocolate chip cookies (and gennesee beer). the shapes concluded our cooking stint (for the semester) having sucessfully made the items without question marks, those with question marks were taken over by someone with slightly more knowledge (less beer) than us.
-yams in corn syrup
-hot dogs
-chili
-venison(?)
-green beans
-grilled cheese(?)
-silk soynog
mikes album is coming together perfectly, even if he's forced to fucking record it on a computer that feebly spits out AIM. whatever. he can't stand the thought of it but he must lose briggs as his bassist. he's surpassed briggs ADHD capabilities. it's his talent and his passion and his uncanny ability to keep improving and improving while i feel i neither improve nor do i digress in my playing i just find different avenues to twang mediocrely in. i am so glad i discovered sub-genres in college! (noise, lo-fi, no-fi, creep-fi, fee-fi-fo-fum-fi)i studied maniacally for my exams (cramming) to some avail. b is for bleep in spanish, c+ is for "i SEE your breasts, so i give you this grade though you deserve an F" in sociology of the community, a is for ayaka in history class, math i don't know folks. picked up the graduation pamphlet and was in it, watched some of the cerimony with the christian chinese cynthia. did i mention if i was in rugrats i would be angelica and she would be my cynthia? it isn't how things REALLY are though. the night before we had a tri spoon during the ice storm. she rob and i resting to christmas music and rubbing each others hands and arms and faces and necks and stomachs lightly as so calm one another down. we tickled often and a lot and devoloped code names given to us by rob himself... mine being 'burlap sack.' it took a long time of spooning but eventually cnythia and i got to spoon directly and i didn't have to reach over or under rob to touch her. the feeling of being supported by two people is perfect. imperfect flesh bone blood people making perfect. i love robert with the whole of my heart. unfortunately, cynthia is cause for more infatuation. but this time it doesn't seem senseless even if she is... christian? so after that i was homeless like usual and everyone went home except for the kids in town, i lived out of my suitcase with my car brimpacked and showered and stole sneakers, and scooted out to a party with a boy who looked at me excited and asked me questions excited and i was taken aback because i was excited about him! he's a brilliant jazz musician playing key changes in miles davis with a boy on a small kind of keyboard thing that you blow into (that instrument in amelie), and the boy from the rubes on drums. the night wore on and the hostess of the party leaked and groaned and shouted "get the fuck out of here" when people tried to visit her yeast infectioned self in her upstairs room cave. i proved to be an annoyance hooting and yelling for her and demanding some long haired guy with a squidhy voice to leave the upstairs. night wore on and i played the drums with the brilliant jazz musician playing key changes in miles davis, he's the hostess' brother named bob and the hostess is named eslepeth. pass out cold on the couch and wake up to girl with shaved head and quick doobage before fresh eggs.
oh yeah, i was in a movie this semester called leaves and pennies.
www.myspace.com/music/lplusr
my roomate had been sick and undiagnosed with mono for two weeks, she got a rash from taking the penicilin she was prescribed for the cyst she got on her lower back (lots of groaning, bad breath, and unwashed hair from the top bunk)... she left 11/2 weeks early and my friend her boyfriend continued our foray into the world of cooking with "shapes" brand chocolate chip cookies (and gennesee beer). the shapes concluded our cooking stint (for the semester) having sucessfully made the items without question marks, those with question marks were taken over by someone with slightly more knowledge (less beer) than us.
-yams in corn syrup
-hot dogs
-chili
-venison(?)
-green beans
-grilled cheese(?)
-silk soynog
mikes album is coming together perfectly, even if he's forced to fucking record it on a computer that feebly spits out AIM. whatever. he can't stand the thought of it but he must lose briggs as his bassist. he's surpassed briggs ADHD capabilities. it's his talent and his passion and his uncanny ability to keep improving and improving while i feel i neither improve nor do i digress in my playing i just find different avenues to twang mediocrely in. i am so glad i discovered sub-genres in college! (noise, lo-fi, no-fi, creep-fi, fee-fi-fo-fum-fi)i studied maniacally for my exams (cramming) to some avail. b is for bleep in spanish, c+ is for "i SEE your breasts, so i give you this grade though you deserve an F" in sociology of the community, a is for ayaka in history class, math i don't know folks. picked up the graduation pamphlet and was in it, watched some of the cerimony with the christian chinese cynthia. did i mention if i was in rugrats i would be angelica and she would be my cynthia? it isn't how things REALLY are though. the night before we had a tri spoon during the ice storm. she rob and i resting to christmas music and rubbing each others hands and arms and faces and necks and stomachs lightly as so calm one another down. we tickled often and a lot and devoloped code names given to us by rob himself... mine being 'burlap sack.' it took a long time of spooning but eventually cnythia and i got to spoon directly and i didn't have to reach over or under rob to touch her. the feeling of being supported by two people is perfect. imperfect flesh bone blood people making perfect. i love robert with the whole of my heart. unfortunately, cynthia is cause for more infatuation. but this time it doesn't seem senseless even if she is... christian? so after that i was homeless like usual and everyone went home except for the kids in town, i lived out of my suitcase with my car brimpacked and showered and stole sneakers, and scooted out to a party with a boy who looked at me excited and asked me questions excited and i was taken aback because i was excited about him! he's a brilliant jazz musician playing key changes in miles davis with a boy on a small kind of keyboard thing that you blow into (that instrument in amelie), and the boy from the rubes on drums. the night wore on and the hostess of the party leaked and groaned and shouted "get the fuck out of here" when people tried to visit her yeast infectioned self in her upstairs room cave. i proved to be an annoyance hooting and yelling for her and demanding some long haired guy with a squidhy voice to leave the upstairs. night wore on and i played the drums with the brilliant jazz musician playing key changes in miles davis, he's the hostess' brother named bob and the hostess is named eslepeth. pass out cold on the couch and wake up to girl with shaved head and quick doobage before fresh eggs.
oh yeah, i was in a movie this semester called leaves and pennies.
www.myspace.com/music/lplusr