crooked french canadian
i cant sleep.
i have to go to work in 3 hours.
tonight me and steve rallied a 52 dollar bar tab, which is unfortunate considering i needed that money to buy a train ticket home.
hmm, i hope i can work that out somehow.
its been really fucking lonely here.
but steve came to my rescue. hes a good guy, a bit androgenous but hes damn smart and knows more about movies than me.
his obsession with fellini films is a bit bizzarre.
eva keeps saying shell come out here to save me from my isolated insanity but she wont.
o eva.
on friday morning i take a train to ann arbor and stay till saturday then im going home to see a mutual aquaintances band play.
"i kill jack"
jonny overton is their singer so i cant miss the debut.
sometimes, i think all i need in the world is gin, potbellies and good sex.
is that too much to ask?
i really wish i could sleep.
im so incredibly unhealthy and getting less than 3 hours of sleep everynight is not helping.
over this break i desparately want to go somewhere, either montreal or boyne or purgatory i dont care.
i need a change of scenery and i dont think huntington woods is gonna cut it.
in fact i truley dont want to go home atall.
i wouldnt mind getting out of here for a while, but i really dont want to go back to h dub.
im over it.
im in love with the band "the decemberists" check em out, theyre like rufus wainwright but not as poppy and queer.
i really really want to switch majors, or at least study more of the social sciences that i am so madly in love with.
its hard to get my fix of sociology and anthropology when im a music business major already behind on my major requirements and have already satisfied all my gen eds.
its a bummer.
sometimes i really question the nessesity of college. it seems like its just an institutionalized form of generating the expanding middle class. but really it is whatever you make of it.
but thats cliche. the system is the system, and were all a fucking part of it.
one day i wont be though, once i get nice and raped by it (the system).. ill be free.
im just rambling jibberish.
i wrote a single verse of a song... i like it alot... it actually has personal meaning:
uncomfortably familiar, footprints in the snow.
memories and instincts direct me where to go.
unusual encounter at the front door.
i dont know who im looking at, so i glance at the floor.
slow paced footsteps towards the back room.
black coffee, black lungs, grey skies, as we tell our white lies.
thats all ive got so far. my lyric writing process is so fucking slow, and to be honest that may be all i do.
but o well.
why am i such a fucking insomniac, its no longer to my advantage.
i must sleep, less than three hours till i have to join a production line of sandwhich makers and churn out a nauseating 350 boxed lunches for the damn catering service.
yeah, money rocks.
i will now lay in bed awake, until my alarm clock reminds me of plight into the unskilled labor market.
adieu.
i have to go to work in 3 hours.
tonight me and steve rallied a 52 dollar bar tab, which is unfortunate considering i needed that money to buy a train ticket home.
hmm, i hope i can work that out somehow.
its been really fucking lonely here.
but steve came to my rescue. hes a good guy, a bit androgenous but hes damn smart and knows more about movies than me.
his obsession with fellini films is a bit bizzarre.
eva keeps saying shell come out here to save me from my isolated insanity but she wont.
o eva.
on friday morning i take a train to ann arbor and stay till saturday then im going home to see a mutual aquaintances band play.
"i kill jack"
jonny overton is their singer so i cant miss the debut.
sometimes, i think all i need in the world is gin, potbellies and good sex.
is that too much to ask?
i really wish i could sleep.
im so incredibly unhealthy and getting less than 3 hours of sleep everynight is not helping.
over this break i desparately want to go somewhere, either montreal or boyne or purgatory i dont care.
i need a change of scenery and i dont think huntington woods is gonna cut it.
in fact i truley dont want to go home atall.
i wouldnt mind getting out of here for a while, but i really dont want to go back to h dub.
im over it.
im in love with the band "the decemberists" check em out, theyre like rufus wainwright but not as poppy and queer.
i really really want to switch majors, or at least study more of the social sciences that i am so madly in love with.
its hard to get my fix of sociology and anthropology when im a music business major already behind on my major requirements and have already satisfied all my gen eds.
its a bummer.
sometimes i really question the nessesity of college. it seems like its just an institutionalized form of generating the expanding middle class. but really it is whatever you make of it.
but thats cliche. the system is the system, and were all a fucking part of it.
one day i wont be though, once i get nice and raped by it (the system).. ill be free.
im just rambling jibberish.
i wrote a single verse of a song... i like it alot... it actually has personal meaning:
uncomfortably familiar, footprints in the snow.
memories and instincts direct me where to go.
unusual encounter at the front door.
i dont know who im looking at, so i glance at the floor.
slow paced footsteps towards the back room.
black coffee, black lungs, grey skies, as we tell our white lies.
thats all ive got so far. my lyric writing process is so fucking slow, and to be honest that may be all i do.
but o well.
why am i such a fucking insomniac, its no longer to my advantage.
i must sleep, less than three hours till i have to join a production line of sandwhich makers and churn out a nauseating 350 boxed lunches for the damn catering service.
yeah, money rocks.
i will now lay in bed awake, until my alarm clock reminds me of plight into the unskilled labor market.
adieu.