"THERE'S TOO MUCH CONFUSION, I CAN'T GET NO RELIEF"
I saw a dead cat on Tuesday, I took it as a bad omen. And it really was! This whole week has been terribly stressful, today was day FOUR of All School JC. I have/had killer cramps, I ate Jello for lunch, I was becoming addicted to cigarettes, and... I was trying to think of something else, but it's not coming to me. I just have had kind of a shitty week. Plus everyone keeps getting sick, I threw up on Wednesday, but I was fine after that.
Wednesday night, I spent the night at David's (the adorable one) because Carly was babysitting for him again. We (we being Carly, David, Anoah, and me) walked to this place by his house and got milkshakes. And later we made up all these funny things like "There's a thunderstorm in my brain!" And we also decided that when you close your eyes, your eyeballs disappear, and they magically reappear when you open your eyes again. Then Carly felt sick so she laid down on the deck and I laid down next to her and began singing songs. Then we went inside and Carly threw up in the bathroom, except she missed the toilet by... a lot. And then everyone fell asleep except David and I, so I read David the Mad Tea Party part of Alice and Wonderland, and he was out like a light. I, on the other hand, cleaned up the puke, and then I couldn't sleep so I stayed up until 5am cleaning the kitchen. When Stephen (David's dad) finally got home, we ate bagels and talked about cats, school, and Cynthia Plaster Caster.
And then yesterday, I kept going out in the Smoker's Court while on break to smoke a cigarette, and then when no one would give me one I started going nuts. (No one would give me a cigarette because Paul noticed me getting stressed out and smoking so he instructed everyone not to give me anything) I haven't had a cigarette since yesterday afternoon, though. But Jayd and John 3 were in the backyard and Jayd was playing his guitar while John played a drum, and we all started hippie dancing, man. So we gave each other names, man, I was Groovee Nipple and Renata was Sugar Magnolia, man. And we went around pretending to be trees, man, and eating chips that we were SPIRITUALLY CONNECTED TO, MAN. And we made fun of all the squares, man. John 3 was Basil, Mel was "Ooh," and Noey was Jungle Love. We tried to give Jayd a hippie name, man, except he already has one, man. (Jayd. His real name is John. We have a lot of Johns at our school.) This whole week has made me grateful for all the times when I can just hang out with my friends and be really, really stupid. Because then sometimes you have to take things seriously. So as long as you can find a chance to talk about poop or take pictures of roaches (blunts that have gone ka-put, not insects) that you see on the sidewalk or lay on the deck singing songs about fairies, you should make sure to appreciate them all.
In other news, I'm working on writing "All Along the Watchtower" (the Bob Dylan or Jimi Hendrix or Dave Matthews Band song) in the pedestrian tunnel on my way to school. Today I wrote "THERE'S TOO MUCH CONFUSION, I CAN'T GET NO RELIEF" (except I spelled "relief" "releif" I feel like a dumbass) and then on my way home I corrected my mistake and then just started writing the first part of the song above it. I'll write the rest tommorow maybe, it's going to be flipping sweet. Then eventually they'll paint over it and I'll write something else. And I'm reading The Soft Machine, by William S. Burroughs. It's really funny, but hard to follow. It says things like "And then the priest turned into a crab" and "His face had an erection" and "I saw my naybor walking down the street." They're even better in context.
Wednesday night, I spent the night at David's (the adorable one) because Carly was babysitting for him again. We (we being Carly, David, Anoah, and me) walked to this place by his house and got milkshakes. And later we made up all these funny things like "There's a thunderstorm in my brain!" And we also decided that when you close your eyes, your eyeballs disappear, and they magically reappear when you open your eyes again. Then Carly felt sick so she laid down on the deck and I laid down next to her and began singing songs. Then we went inside and Carly threw up in the bathroom, except she missed the toilet by... a lot. And then everyone fell asleep except David and I, so I read David the Mad Tea Party part of Alice and Wonderland, and he was out like a light. I, on the other hand, cleaned up the puke, and then I couldn't sleep so I stayed up until 5am cleaning the kitchen. When Stephen (David's dad) finally got home, we ate bagels and talked about cats, school, and Cynthia Plaster Caster.
And then yesterday, I kept going out in the Smoker's Court while on break to smoke a cigarette, and then when no one would give me one I started going nuts. (No one would give me a cigarette because Paul noticed me getting stressed out and smoking so he instructed everyone not to give me anything) I haven't had a cigarette since yesterday afternoon, though. But Jayd and John 3 were in the backyard and Jayd was playing his guitar while John played a drum, and we all started hippie dancing, man. So we gave each other names, man, I was Groovee Nipple and Renata was Sugar Magnolia, man. And we went around pretending to be trees, man, and eating chips that we were SPIRITUALLY CONNECTED TO, MAN. And we made fun of all the squares, man. John 3 was Basil, Mel was "Ooh," and Noey was Jungle Love. We tried to give Jayd a hippie name, man, except he already has one, man. (Jayd. His real name is John. We have a lot of Johns at our school.) This whole week has made me grateful for all the times when I can just hang out with my friends and be really, really stupid. Because then sometimes you have to take things seriously. So as long as you can find a chance to talk about poop or take pictures of roaches (blunts that have gone ka-put, not insects) that you see on the sidewalk or lay on the deck singing songs about fairies, you should make sure to appreciate them all.
In other news, I'm working on writing "All Along the Watchtower" (the Bob Dylan or Jimi Hendrix or Dave Matthews Band song) in the pedestrian tunnel on my way to school. Today I wrote "THERE'S TOO MUCH CONFUSION, I CAN'T GET NO RELIEF" (except I spelled "relief" "releif" I feel like a dumbass) and then on my way home I corrected my mistake and then just started writing the first part of the song above it. I'll write the rest tommorow maybe, it's going to be flipping sweet. Then eventually they'll paint over it and I'll write something else. And I'm reading The Soft Machine, by William S. Burroughs. It's really funny, but hard to follow. It says things like "And then the priest turned into a crab" and "His face had an erection" and "I saw my naybor walking down the street." They're even better in context.