Let this be a sermon, I mean everything I said. Baby, I'm determined that I'd rather see you dead.
This weekend saw the battle of the century, and now we know the definitive answer: DDR will always prevail over the jacuzzi.
To beat it even deader: April 12, 2005. Emancipation of Mimi (first single is "It's Like That"). Buy it for the lambs.
Cinemasophia Wednesday night at 5h at Nanci Raygun. I've been trying to get in touch with Jeananne to see if she wants to go, but all the numbers I can make up that remind me of her number aren't right, and someone's on the internet at her house. She hasn't called, so I'm assuming she doesn't want to hang out. Actually, she's probably just really busy seeing other friends, and I'm guessing that she's on her way back from visiting the grandfather and aunt today.
Today on my way from women's studies to poetry I passed by Boyd Berry, brown fedora-esque hat and sunglasses on, cigarette in his right hand like me. He pointed at me and clicked his tongue in recognition. Honestly, it made my fucking day. I even wrote a really bad poem about it.
During one of the workshops in poetry today I wrote my poem for the next assignment. I'm rude. But I'm rudely ahead of schedule, and since I'll have extra time to revise I can probably turn something good in for a change this time.
I've sneezed AT LEAST 30 times today. My eyes keep watering for no reason, and it makes me want to cry. But I don't have to. Because I already am. Yeah. I think I'll go take my last Sudafed tablet.
I need quarters so I can wash clothes and smell better.
To beat it even deader: April 12, 2005. Emancipation of Mimi (first single is "It's Like That"). Buy it for the lambs.
Cinemasophia Wednesday night at 5h at Nanci Raygun. I've been trying to get in touch with Jeananne to see if she wants to go, but all the numbers I can make up that remind me of her number aren't right, and someone's on the internet at her house. She hasn't called, so I'm assuming she doesn't want to hang out. Actually, she's probably just really busy seeing other friends, and I'm guessing that she's on her way back from visiting the grandfather and aunt today.
Today on my way from women's studies to poetry I passed by Boyd Berry, brown fedora-esque hat and sunglasses on, cigarette in his right hand like me. He pointed at me and clicked his tongue in recognition. Honestly, it made my fucking day. I even wrote a really bad poem about it.
During one of the workshops in poetry today I wrote my poem for the next assignment. I'm rude. But I'm rudely ahead of schedule, and since I'll have extra time to revise I can probably turn something good in for a change this time.
I've sneezed AT LEAST 30 times today. My eyes keep watering for no reason, and it makes me want to cry. But I don't have to. Because I already am. Yeah. I think I'll go take my last Sudafed tablet.
I need quarters so I can wash clothes and smell better.