I Apologize in Advance for the Postmodernism
I took a look at what I was writing in my paper journal exactly two years ago, then jumped ahead to random parts in random journals. Doing this gives me mad chills.
Friday, May 26th, 2006
The dance floor quickly became a heated mass of whites and greys and shades of all sorts. There was uncoordinated motion, with random arms pointing up and stretching, as if someone were being drowned. There were couples that danced close, awkwardly shifting dresses, guys with shirts peeling off, hair coming undone and lashing out...
...In the washroom mirror, I saw him glancing me up and down. Checking me out? I hope so. He said, "Hey, I like your tux. Did you get it at Tuxedo Royale in the mall?" All right. The last line was a digresson, but the words, "I like your style accompanied with another check-out is a bit sexual. A bit...
...There was a massive, colossal, humungo Biology test today on molecular genetics, and I attempted to do most of my cramming in the library during second and third period. Jill was there, fortunately, to distract me from the monotony of it all...
...Norman and Amanda both seemed to think I'm obsessive-compulsive about it or something...
...Today was an eggy sweltering day, and the car's AC was broken. I needed the windows down, but still, my face was sunburnt and stinging...
...What was it about shoes today? At fourth, when our Exercise Science class was out on the bleachers, Justin was curious about where I got my Geoxx sandals. Jill can tell a person's sexuality based on his or her shoes. That's how she knows about Forbes. Strange. In the future, I would very much like to learn the subtle art of shoedar...
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February (?), 2007
Jack Johnson is Krista's kryptonite. If she stands contrary to my interests in future... I shall blast "Good People" to drive her away. And the song will end with his soft-spoken "Going, going, gone..."
...Mrs. Sparsit has black eyes
A Roman nose
And Coriolanian eyebrows...
...I throw my copy of Mansfield Park across the room. It splits open on the floor...
...I construct a staircase for Jason. It descends into a black gulf in a helical pattern.
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Friday, January 4th, 2008
...I woke up this morning from dreaming about food. In the dream, I was packing lunch to go to work at Pacific Cedar. I was so hungry. Before that, I had also been dreaming I was in a movie and watching it at the same time-- as per usual. In this movie, some archbishop had "created two additional ecclesiastical seats" for Hamilton-Wentworth, and Ted McMeekin was backing this! Ted McMeekin was very evil in this dream, and I kept reflecting on how it was stupid that "movies always portrayed him that way"...
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Friday, May 26th, 2006
The dance floor quickly became a heated mass of whites and greys and shades of all sorts. There was uncoordinated motion, with random arms pointing up and stretching, as if someone were being drowned. There were couples that danced close, awkwardly shifting dresses, guys with shirts peeling off, hair coming undone and lashing out...
...In the washroom mirror, I saw him glancing me up and down. Checking me out? I hope so. He said, "Hey, I like your tux. Did you get it at Tuxedo Royale in the mall?" All right. The last line was a digresson, but the words, "I like your style accompanied with another check-out is a bit sexual. A bit...
...There was a massive, colossal, humungo Biology test today on molecular genetics, and I attempted to do most of my cramming in the library during second and third period. Jill was there, fortunately, to distract me from the monotony of it all...
...Norman and Amanda both seemed to think I'm obsessive-compulsive about it or something...
...Today was an eggy sweltering day, and the car's AC was broken. I needed the windows down, but still, my face was sunburnt and stinging...
...What was it about shoes today? At fourth, when our Exercise Science class was out on the bleachers, Justin was curious about where I got my Geoxx sandals. Jill can tell a person's sexuality based on his or her shoes. That's how she knows about Forbes. Strange. In the future, I would very much like to learn the subtle art of shoedar...
...
February (?), 2007
Jack Johnson is Krista's kryptonite. If she stands contrary to my interests in future... I shall blast "Good People" to drive her away. And the song will end with his soft-spoken "Going, going, gone..."
...Mrs. Sparsit has black eyes
A Roman nose
And Coriolanian eyebrows...
...I throw my copy of Mansfield Park across the room. It splits open on the floor...
...I construct a staircase for Jason. It descends into a black gulf in a helical pattern.
...
Friday, January 4th, 2008
...I woke up this morning from dreaming about food. In the dream, I was packing lunch to go to work at Pacific Cedar. I was so hungry. Before that, I had also been dreaming I was in a movie and watching it at the same time-- as per usual. In this movie, some archbishop had "created two additional ecclesiastical seats" for Hamilton-Wentworth, and Ted McMeekin was backing this! Ted McMeekin was very evil in this dream, and I kept reflecting on how it was stupid that "movies always portrayed him that way"...
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