Is it primordial soup yet?
It has been over twenty days since i last wrote in here (i didn't count), and at least four people have asked me about it. Not to inflate my ego, but people care whether or not i write here? That shouldn't be.
So... events! Rebekah's car was broken into last night. They took her wallet and my backpack - an empty wallet (save for library cards and receipts. At least that is what she told me, to lessen the feeling of loss maybe...) and my blue Caribee which i have had since year nine, the stiching torn at the straps, "Mohinder" written in black pen on the front one day while i was waiting for the bus, and the undeodourable smell of muffins that has been trapped inside since the last day of high school. Inside: My glasses, my education essay (one reason i haven't written in here), a book of lists, another book of lists, my diary, lecture notes, course readings, an Iron Maiden pencil case, my diary, a tape, my diary.
I miss the days of going to shows with backpacks sewn to our backs, but i am trying to grow up and lose Linus blankets, hence leaving it behind. I don't know what i am going to do. Losing the essay i am fine with if i can apply for special consideration (don't tell me my chances, i don't want to know), even though it was scaffolding for the best thing i had ever written and i do not think i will be able to regain it. The diary is what i am most torn about losing. Rebekah and i: 7/3/05 to now. I still have Rebekah and i: 28/1/05 to 7/3/05, at least. If i had written it in here in the impenetrable fortress of the internet i would not have this problem, and all of you would have a better idea of what is happening to me in one of the greatest chapters of my life, and i would update more often. But Rebekah is as good an internet stalker as i and reads this (Hello!!!) - there are secrets i would like to keep, maybe. And you don't need to hear it. I held every content person in a relationship in contempt when i was without. I don't need that in reverse.
oh p.s. the movie which no one bothered to guess below was Les Yeux sans Visage. I recommend.
Beastie Boys - Root down EP
from my mother's ex-boyfriend to me $0.00
I officially decree the summer of '94 to be known as Beastie Boys summer. That guy Michael gave her this also, which may explain why now i own it. Gosh - 1994. I was so young. And the Beastie Boys ruled my pre/nascent-pubescent mind. Ah, memories... of gardening and digging holes mostly. I don't listen to this often. The live stuff is good, and my sister has taught me to appreciate the art of the remix, so maybe i will now. Right after Scholastic Deth.
So... events! Rebekah's car was broken into last night. They took her wallet and my backpack - an empty wallet (save for library cards and receipts. At least that is what she told me, to lessen the feeling of loss maybe...) and my blue Caribee which i have had since year nine, the stiching torn at the straps, "Mohinder" written in black pen on the front one day while i was waiting for the bus, and the undeodourable smell of muffins that has been trapped inside since the last day of high school. Inside: My glasses, my education essay (one reason i haven't written in here), a book of lists, another book of lists, my diary, lecture notes, course readings, an Iron Maiden pencil case, my diary, a tape, my diary.
I miss the days of going to shows with backpacks sewn to our backs, but i am trying to grow up and lose Linus blankets, hence leaving it behind. I don't know what i am going to do. Losing the essay i am fine with if i can apply for special consideration (don't tell me my chances, i don't want to know), even though it was scaffolding for the best thing i had ever written and i do not think i will be able to regain it. The diary is what i am most torn about losing. Rebekah and i: 7/3/05 to now. I still have Rebekah and i: 28/1/05 to 7/3/05, at least. If i had written it in here in the impenetrable fortress of the internet i would not have this problem, and all of you would have a better idea of what is happening to me in one of the greatest chapters of my life, and i would update more often. But Rebekah is as good an internet stalker as i and reads this (Hello!!!) - there are secrets i would like to keep, maybe. And you don't need to hear it. I held every content person in a relationship in contempt when i was without. I don't need that in reverse.
oh p.s. the movie which no one bothered to guess below was Les Yeux sans Visage. I recommend.
Beastie Boys - Root down EP
from my mother's ex-boyfriend to me $0.00
I officially decree the summer of '94 to be known as Beastie Boys summer. That guy Michael gave her this also, which may explain why now i own it. Gosh - 1994. I was so young. And the Beastie Boys ruled my pre/nascent-pubescent mind. Ah, memories... of gardening and digging holes mostly. I don't listen to this often. The live stuff is good, and my sister has taught me to appreciate the art of the remix, so maybe i will now. Right after Scholastic Deth.