left to think, right to stop
Write to stop. Well ha.
Wesleyan was nice. I would think.
This week has been kind of bizarro.
And hey, look, I can't write because I'm trying to tell you about my week. But right now I am someone who walked past a place called "Regular Cafe" and told Casey that it's a spanish place because I thought the word regular was an "ar" verb. Like, to regula.
Well, you see, it all started on the roof of my house.
Or it started at that Unicorns show. Or the other Unicorns show.
See, there have been two. Actually, there have been three.
Because there were two in one night. And then one another night. And the math there is easy.
Gosh, Andrew wouldn't stop laughing and we ate a whole loaf of wonder bread and he ran away from a pizzeria because he thought the guy was calling the cops and Andrew had jelly all over his hand but the guy seemed to think that Andrew's hand was severly burned.
J'amie from the Unicorns is spelled J'aime. Why the ''''''.
But I talked to him at the third show. Unfortunately, I was kind of drunk and could not make myself sound any better than "heyyyyy you, you're j'aime, man, i really think you're awesome, i listen to you every day, you're really good on the drums, heyyyyyyy drunkdrunkdrunk."
Casey cried through half of their set. I couldn't move to dance.
But how do you help! She looked really sad, it reminded me of seeing my grandma cry when I was a kid and she was an adult and adults cry only when they are really out of options. And that's how casey looked, like she was out of options and I could not help because I cannot create options for her and I could not dance, everyone was dancing, it was hideous.
But when she stopped she would dance some, and I came to suspect that it was a crying bought on mostly by drunkness, I came to suspect this even more after the show.
But also, I think I would not be surprised to see casey crying this way, this adult way, sans alcohol.
I want to drink some milk.
Thend. (I ALMOST FORGOT TO WRITE THIS PART!)
Wesleyan was nice. I would think.
This week has been kind of bizarro.
And hey, look, I can't write because I'm trying to tell you about my week. But right now I am someone who walked past a place called "Regular Cafe" and told Casey that it's a spanish place because I thought the word regular was an "ar" verb. Like, to regula.
Well, you see, it all started on the roof of my house.
Or it started at that Unicorns show. Or the other Unicorns show.
See, there have been two. Actually, there have been three.
Because there were two in one night. And then one another night. And the math there is easy.
Gosh, Andrew wouldn't stop laughing and we ate a whole loaf of wonder bread and he ran away from a pizzeria because he thought the guy was calling the cops and Andrew had jelly all over his hand but the guy seemed to think that Andrew's hand was severly burned.
J'amie from the Unicorns is spelled J'aime. Why the ''''''.
But I talked to him at the third show. Unfortunately, I was kind of drunk and could not make myself sound any better than "heyyyyy you, you're j'aime, man, i really think you're awesome, i listen to you every day, you're really good on the drums, heyyyyyyy drunkdrunkdrunk."
Casey cried through half of their set. I couldn't move to dance.
But how do you help! She looked really sad, it reminded me of seeing my grandma cry when I was a kid and she was an adult and adults cry only when they are really out of options. And that's how casey looked, like she was out of options and I could not help because I cannot create options for her and I could not dance, everyone was dancing, it was hideous.
But when she stopped she would dance some, and I came to suspect that it was a crying bought on mostly by drunkness, I came to suspect this even more after the show.
But also, I think I would not be surprised to see casey crying this way, this adult way, sans alcohol.
I want to drink some milk.
Thend. (I ALMOST FORGOT TO WRITE THIS PART!)