Columbia’s library has six books on John Waters.
This really put in perspective how much of a brat I’ve been towards this school and how I need to take advantage of every resource they have here.
I need to spend more time in the woodshop, I love wood and the scroll on my typewriter needs glued back on.
I need to find some sort of alumni membership for the library because when this all ends I’ll be most sad to see it go.
Last night I found out Milemarker was playing a show in Chicago of all places.
Delighted to rehash memories of high school I went.
I don’t know why I can’t wrap my head around the fact I’m not 21.
I told the guy to paint my hands red if he really wanted to but no luck.
I was pissed off enough to eat my feelings at McDonalds.
I guess ordering tea at McDonalds is funny.
I can only write papers in the middle of the night, and I still have an hour left before it is 3:00 am.
I really wanted to be an octopus for Halloween but given my school work
I don’t think I’ll have time to sew nylons onto a purple turtleneck.
But as long as we’re dressing up for Halloween I suppose I’ll go
as a person in a healthy relationship.
What remains of the centipedes that get too close to my face at night. Yeah you think you have gross. My wonky eye agrees.
These were some good bruises. You can see the tread from the bike I fell on, on the right. He was standing with his bike, and I the same. And I just tripped out of no where.