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I went to Supercuts yesterday. I know a few people who cut hair but didn't want to ask favors and work out schedules, (blah blah blah). The lady was nice. I asked her not to make me look like a turnip and she laughed, and we were cool after that. I even bloated my face when she was done, to make sure I didn't look like a mound of white with a little sprout of hair on top, like a turnip, more laughter ensued. It went well.
Yesterday we read an essay in class about how society is more sympathetic to those that dumpster their babies in the first few hours, than those who kill them months or years later. I'm sure all can imagine the tediousness of having to sit through the entire discussion. I could really care less, but of course people took verbal aim at each other and people got upset. I think I'm the only one who said absolutely nothing. Someone near me asked what I thought and I just said it was a well written essay. We were supposed to be discussing an essay, not expressing our views. The weirdest view was from a girl who seemed to be suggesting that pregnant women get brain scans. The most cringing moment was when a girl, (who sits right behind me), aggressively talked about an abortion she had in an aggressive. It makes me sick when people use intense personal experience in a way to try and attain authority. You can't use the personal to try and seem objective, and so I completely went batshit inside, on one hand being mad at her, on another being mad at me for being mad at her. I did finish a crossword.
I had a dream last night where I was running in a wheat field, (I have lots of dreams where I'm in fields of some sort), towards someone or something that I missed immensely and hadn't seen in a long time. Far off in the distance was a figure, and as I ran to it the wind picked up behind me making me run so fast I was practically flown to it, and I started freaking out and getting upset because I was going too fast. I woke up and my blanket was off me and I was cold. I thought for a while about this stuff: Was the cool, strong wind caused because my body was cold? Was the fear in the dream from being taken off my feet, or because I was afraid to get to where I supposedly wanted to go? Why would I be afraid to actually get where I was going, or see someone I missed? Was it actually a loved one or something sinister? Is it the longing for someone that is actual love, and their presence joyful only because it's material to reminisce about when they're gone, etc. etc. So I didn't get much sleep, and my sanity is questionable because of coffee intake.
Best thing I said yesterday:
Waitress: You got a haircut.
Me: Yeah, ended up being a bit shorter than I'd of liked. Let's hope I won't have to say the same for my life.
Made this up in the shower this morning:
the sinner's hymn
i see the lord
knows what i mean
wanted some dead
each got six feet
now he is
the power and glory
i worship
his worshiping of me
i was hungry
and pointed out that one
he struck it dead
instantaneously
stoved it up
till it was dark and savory
i praise his appraisal of me
Yep
Yesterday we read an essay in class about how society is more sympathetic to those that dumpster their babies in the first few hours, than those who kill them months or years later. I'm sure all can imagine the tediousness of having to sit through the entire discussion. I could really care less, but of course people took verbal aim at each other and people got upset. I think I'm the only one who said absolutely nothing. Someone near me asked what I thought and I just said it was a well written essay. We were supposed to be discussing an essay, not expressing our views. The weirdest view was from a girl who seemed to be suggesting that pregnant women get brain scans. The most cringing moment was when a girl, (who sits right behind me), aggressively talked about an abortion she had in an aggressive. It makes me sick when people use intense personal experience in a way to try and attain authority. You can't use the personal to try and seem objective, and so I completely went batshit inside, on one hand being mad at her, on another being mad at me for being mad at her. I did finish a crossword.
I had a dream last night where I was running in a wheat field, (I have lots of dreams where I'm in fields of some sort), towards someone or something that I missed immensely and hadn't seen in a long time. Far off in the distance was a figure, and as I ran to it the wind picked up behind me making me run so fast I was practically flown to it, and I started freaking out and getting upset because I was going too fast. I woke up and my blanket was off me and I was cold. I thought for a while about this stuff: Was the cool, strong wind caused because my body was cold? Was the fear in the dream from being taken off my feet, or because I was afraid to get to where I supposedly wanted to go? Why would I be afraid to actually get where I was going, or see someone I missed? Was it actually a loved one or something sinister? Is it the longing for someone that is actual love, and their presence joyful only because it's material to reminisce about when they're gone, etc. etc. So I didn't get much sleep, and my sanity is questionable because of coffee intake.
Best thing I said yesterday:
Waitress: You got a haircut.
Me: Yeah, ended up being a bit shorter than I'd of liked. Let's hope I won't have to say the same for my life.
Made this up in the shower this morning:
the sinner's hymn
i see the lord
knows what i mean
wanted some dead
each got six feet
now he is
the power and glory
i worship
his worshiping of me
i was hungry
and pointed out that one
he struck it dead
instantaneously
stoved it up
till it was dark and savory
i praise his appraisal of me
Yep