baby, if i was an enzyme, i'd be helicase so i could unzip your genes!
god, life. don't talk to me about life!
no, really, it's okay.
it's way too hot in my room, even with the window open, and actually i feel really gross and just wish i was at the beach but the beach is too far away. damn you, the west! but! i bought a mood ring at walgreen's (my favorite store, duh!) and made about fifty dollars working this weekend, which covers what i kicked in for bail money last night. a few of my friends wound up in jail, wtf? still don't have all the details, but a bunch of people got arrested at the hls home demos yesterday. i guess the suburbs are just nuts? city was cool, though. everyone's out now, so that's okay. so, like, i guess demos in chicago suburbs are no-go or go-at-your-own-risk. dumb, dumb, dumb! so now you know.
a few more things: my legs are really strong. this makes me gleeful like a glee-filled person full of glee. everytime i move, i can see the muscles working. a++! arms as well. they may be scrawny, but they're the kind of scrawny that punkrock vegans have when they're actually sort of tough. one day, i hope to throw surprising punches at nazis and make them fall down, crying. goals! we all need them. another thing: i eat biscuits and gravy out of emesis basins, and i may be finally getting a record player of my very own. tomorrow-ish? or tuesday! for sure! i also have an improbably hip necklace and i enjoy hanging out in my highschool gym shorts and all i do anymore is take photos of my cat because i wasn't enough of a lesbian already!
if you could only read ten books for the rest of your life (says the future librarian) do you think you could choose any of them? one of mine would certainly be the god of small things but beyond that i am stuck. i love that book so hard. i have been rereading it a lot lately. did i say this part already?
i found a patch my bestfriendeverlikewhoa made for me when we were sixteen or something. i put it on my shorts and oh god i look really scrubby now! like even more than usual! you wouldn't think it's possible, but here we are.
and seriously? i need to see the confidential for utopia. like, now! why is it not up yet??!
so here is how i would like the shape of my life:
-science, not sex. (or, maybe a little of both. mostly science.)
-rain that is always comfortable and never inconvenient.
-iced tea and plums in the summer.
-summer.
-vinegary frenchfreedom fries. alison likes hers with ketchup and pepper. sometimes i think this is the crux of why we can never sleep together. or maybe really really the reason is because, given half a chance, she'd eat them with mayonnaise. i tried that once and almost threw up. she differentiates people based on their ionic charges. i do it along the lines of their condiment preferences. in the end, we are just different.
i'm pretty sure that the reason i was never a junkie is that i am so socially awkward that i have no idea who i would buy drugs from or where i would go to do it. because i certainly have the personality for it.
no, really, it's okay.
it's way too hot in my room, even with the window open, and actually i feel really gross and just wish i was at the beach but the beach is too far away. damn you, the west! but! i bought a mood ring at walgreen's (my favorite store, duh!) and made about fifty dollars working this weekend, which covers what i kicked in for bail money last night. a few of my friends wound up in jail, wtf? still don't have all the details, but a bunch of people got arrested at the hls home demos yesterday. i guess the suburbs are just nuts? city was cool, though. everyone's out now, so that's okay. so, like, i guess demos in chicago suburbs are no-go or go-at-your-own-risk. dumb, dumb, dumb! so now you know.
a few more things: my legs are really strong. this makes me gleeful like a glee-filled person full of glee. everytime i move, i can see the muscles working. a++! arms as well. they may be scrawny, but they're the kind of scrawny that punkrock vegans have when they're actually sort of tough. one day, i hope to throw surprising punches at nazis and make them fall down, crying. goals! we all need them. another thing: i eat biscuits and gravy out of emesis basins, and i may be finally getting a record player of my very own. tomorrow-ish? or tuesday! for sure! i also have an improbably hip necklace and i enjoy hanging out in my highschool gym shorts and all i do anymore is take photos of my cat because i wasn't enough of a lesbian already!
if you could only read ten books for the rest of your life (says the future librarian) do you think you could choose any of them? one of mine would certainly be the god of small things but beyond that i am stuck. i love that book so hard. i have been rereading it a lot lately. did i say this part already?
i found a patch my bestfriendeverlikewhoa made for me when we were sixteen or something. i put it on my shorts and oh god i look really scrubby now! like even more than usual! you wouldn't think it's possible, but here we are.
and seriously? i need to see the confidential for utopia. like, now! why is it not up yet??!
so here is how i would like the shape of my life:
-science, not sex. (or, maybe a little of both. mostly science.)
-rain that is always comfortable and never inconvenient.
-iced tea and plums in the summer.
-summer.
-vinegary frenchfreedom fries. alison likes hers with ketchup and pepper. sometimes i think this is the crux of why we can never sleep together. or maybe really really the reason is because, given half a chance, she'd eat them with mayonnaise. i tried that once and almost threw up. she differentiates people based on their ionic charges. i do it along the lines of their condiment preferences. in the end, we are just different.
i'm pretty sure that the reason i was never a junkie is that i am so socially awkward that i have no idea who i would buy drugs from or where i would go to do it. because i certainly have the personality for it.