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I've felt incredibly good this week, aside from a single stress-fueled fight with Josh in the morning yesterday (he bought me candy and scotch to say sorry...the way to my heart)
but really, I feel something massive in the works, something like bang! sense will be made of those things I've been struggling with soon enough.
In the last week, I've read The Electric Kool-Aid Acid Test, On the Bus (a book on Kesey and the Merry Pranksters), have started Kesey's Jail Journal which is a total jailhouse trip, and I believe I will begin Visions of Cody either tomorrow or Sunday while flying across country. That one is based on Sir Speed Limit, Neal Cassidy, written by Kerouac ("That's not writing, that's just typing." - Truman Capote).
New York City Sunday. Forgetaboutit! I really just want to eat pizza and smoke shitty east coast grass while I'm there. Be a fucking goof ball, really. Drinking tends to make me a bit of a mess, so hopefully I will be interested in other things rather than pounding booze (that is so hard it probably wont happen).
Found out Wednesday that I got into UCLA. Looks like I will be spending the next two years playing around LA again. All I hope for is a patio for laying in the sun and nice places to go within walking distance. And my Josh, of course. Using a car again is making me really nervous, like knowing what a destructive and dysfunctional piece of machinery they are yet taking part almost against my will, which just makes the whole thing worse knowing what a problem cars are...at least mine has a tiny engine and gets 30 mpg.
In any event, the kid from The Blood Arm is my same program, and though the band leaves me saying ...EHHH... it's a good crowd to latch onto, and I hear the MFA program is pretty hard to beat...
So there it is. a psychedelic situation I've got myself into.
but really, I feel something massive in the works, something like bang! sense will be made of those things I've been struggling with soon enough.
In the last week, I've read The Electric Kool-Aid Acid Test, On the Bus (a book on Kesey and the Merry Pranksters), have started Kesey's Jail Journal which is a total jailhouse trip, and I believe I will begin Visions of Cody either tomorrow or Sunday while flying across country. That one is based on Sir Speed Limit, Neal Cassidy, written by Kerouac ("That's not writing, that's just typing." - Truman Capote).
New York City Sunday. Forgetaboutit! I really just want to eat pizza and smoke shitty east coast grass while I'm there. Be a fucking goof ball, really. Drinking tends to make me a bit of a mess, so hopefully I will be interested in other things rather than pounding booze (that is so hard it probably wont happen).
Found out Wednesday that I got into UCLA. Looks like I will be spending the next two years playing around LA again. All I hope for is a patio for laying in the sun and nice places to go within walking distance. And my Josh, of course. Using a car again is making me really nervous, like knowing what a destructive and dysfunctional piece of machinery they are yet taking part almost against my will, which just makes the whole thing worse knowing what a problem cars are...at least mine has a tiny engine and gets 30 mpg.
In any event, the kid from The Blood Arm is my same program, and though the band leaves me saying ...EHHH... it's a good crowd to latch onto, and I hear the MFA program is pretty hard to beat...
So there it is. a psychedelic situation I've got myself into.