i just want sugar in my tea and a little too much to ask.
i should update. i am not dead. i'm drinking lots of water to be more and more like a plant. i'm waiting to talk to shawna lee to tell her why i didn't go to the show tonight. i was supposed to go for fifteen minutes on my break but i couldn't and i do hope she wasn't disappointed at all because we were supposed to play rock paper scissors. well, we weren't supposed to but i would have liked to anyway as it is a wonderful sport.
my brother got me the new wpp record. on limited edition BLUE vinyl!!! it's a beautiful thing. he's going on tour in two weeks and a bit. i think he's going to have so much fun but i hope he doesn't wake up one morning on a south washington turnpike with loud cars going by. i don't think he necessarily would, but kenny lush might.
meanwhile i am kind of worried about adam pentland but then i think it is great that he's in the big city, experiencing it. it must be a real adventure just to be on your own like that. i look forward to doing something similar but much more GIGANTIC (in block lettering) when i finish school. which is, by the way, now only a year. already the end of grade 11. it went by like a milk truck on its way to deliver milk and it's a little bit late so the milkman steps on it a bit because no one's on the road at that time of morning anyway. WOW. this summer should be fantastic. i can't wait to just hang around and work and hang around and perhaps have my license so i can go to the convenience store and just hang around conveniently and wait for someone i know to conveniently stop by for milk or cheese, and if that doesn't happen i'll befriend the clerk by buying milk and cheese like any convenient and sensible grown-up would do, and just hang around.
kenzie purchased an electric violin off of ebay. i am excited for the cosmetics. and also for wooden cannon, until we go on cam-going-to-minstrel-island-to-be-pool-boy-type hiatus. the show on thursday should be swell, we're going to dress in funny clothing and wear fake moustaches. golly! we're swell. we're moustache.
who thought nestlé would make water? and natural spring water, at that.
one of my favourite things to do at work when i do a closing shift is run to the tiny electric room of the tiny gas bar and climb up on the tiny ladder and shut off the outside lights. it's just a simple thing i enjoy doing.
i have only one week left of math. i have waited years to kiss that subject goodbye. i don't care for the very slim chance in which i'll need to know it, i don't believe there is a mathematical equation for everything in the universe. there is not enough mathematicians and not enough monkeys with calculators to explain every single pretty thing with numbers and variables i cannot see myself ever believing in it.
i wrote a song about a house fire and a carnival and love. put those three things together and you get a really beautiful song, every time. but don't do it now because i did it. wait a few days first.
i just sneezed seven consecutive times.
eight.
sand fruit parachute! x4. ooh-woot.
i'm taking my mother out for dinner sometime soon. i wonder what paying the bill is really like. it could be like buying something. with currency.
sleep is sleeping on me. i can't feel my legs. goodnight computer and people on other computers. gosh, don't we all just compute? you compute me. computely.
my brother got me the new wpp record. on limited edition BLUE vinyl!!! it's a beautiful thing. he's going on tour in two weeks and a bit. i think he's going to have so much fun but i hope he doesn't wake up one morning on a south washington turnpike with loud cars going by. i don't think he necessarily would, but kenny lush might.
meanwhile i am kind of worried about adam pentland but then i think it is great that he's in the big city, experiencing it. it must be a real adventure just to be on your own like that. i look forward to doing something similar but much more GIGANTIC (in block lettering) when i finish school. which is, by the way, now only a year. already the end of grade 11. it went by like a milk truck on its way to deliver milk and it's a little bit late so the milkman steps on it a bit because no one's on the road at that time of morning anyway. WOW. this summer should be fantastic. i can't wait to just hang around and work and hang around and perhaps have my license so i can go to the convenience store and just hang around conveniently and wait for someone i know to conveniently stop by for milk or cheese, and if that doesn't happen i'll befriend the clerk by buying milk and cheese like any convenient and sensible grown-up would do, and just hang around.
kenzie purchased an electric violin off of ebay. i am excited for the cosmetics. and also for wooden cannon, until we go on cam-going-to-minstrel-island-to-be-pool-boy-type hiatus. the show on thursday should be swell, we're going to dress in funny clothing and wear fake moustaches. golly! we're swell. we're moustache.
who thought nestlé would make water? and natural spring water, at that.
one of my favourite things to do at work when i do a closing shift is run to the tiny electric room of the tiny gas bar and climb up on the tiny ladder and shut off the outside lights. it's just a simple thing i enjoy doing.
i have only one week left of math. i have waited years to kiss that subject goodbye. i don't care for the very slim chance in which i'll need to know it, i don't believe there is a mathematical equation for everything in the universe. there is not enough mathematicians and not enough monkeys with calculators to explain every single pretty thing with numbers and variables i cannot see myself ever believing in it.
i wrote a song about a house fire and a carnival and love. put those three things together and you get a really beautiful song, every time. but don't do it now because i did it. wait a few days first.
i just sneezed seven consecutive times.
eight.
sand fruit parachute! x4. ooh-woot.
i'm taking my mother out for dinner sometime soon. i wonder what paying the bill is really like. it could be like buying something. with currency.
sleep is sleeping on me. i can't feel my legs. goodnight computer and people on other computers. gosh, don't we all just compute? you compute me. computely.