Malt battery acid.
School is such a strange, wonderful thing. I love people. And faces.
Talking with Ms. Forrest is like playing a game of chess with the Devil. On a glass chess set, perhaps? Where one of the kings is a domino, perrrhaps?
I finally got some sleep this week last night. Tonight, mmm, probably not so much. Some, eventually. However, it is a Thursday. Well, already Friday techically, seeing as it is now past midnight. Time flies. Though hardly this week -- it's dragged on forever. Interesting too considering three of those days were pretty much blurred together by a couple of sleepless nights. My body felt like people had been throwing stones (of the un-pebblish kind) at it.
But again, tomorrow's Friday. No idea what I'm doing this weekend. I was supposed to go camping but that fell through which kinda sucks simply 'cause the proposition was just too cool. But yeah, we and I only have a couple of weeks of this monstrosity left which means a few things so... yeah. By the way, my grad message says "EAT SHIT CHAN". Yes, I am a child (though I don't like being called that by certain aforementioned incarnations of Satan). Sort of regretting it though. I would've liked to have put some sentimental or witty but even now, I don't actually know what I would've written.
Eh, not something I'd ever lose sleep over anyway. Now I'm just rambling. Alright, speaking of which, here's some late-night/sleepless-nights music. Nice music. Yes, it's more Bonobo but I love the guy and I just picked up a CD of his this week so I thought I'd pay my dues and show the guy (though not really) some more appreciation. Have a good weekend e'rrybudy.
MP3: Pilote - Turtle (Bonobo Remix)
MP3: Bonobo - Silver
MP3: Bonobo - Pick Up
P.S. I'm actually starting to feel like a complete and utter fucking moron for not having a fake I.D. by now. The latest huge disappointment is José González's show here on June 26th. And it's 19-fucking-plus. The big question? Why the fuck is it 19+ when he's playing at the Trinity St. Paul's? It's a motherfucking church. A CHURCH. The same church I saw Sufjan in. And same with Calexico's show in early July, which is at the Phoenix. I want to send a letter to Joey Burns telling him to please stop doing that -- we already had to miss out on their tour with Iron & Wine. So for fuck's sake, someone shoot me now.
Talking with Ms. Forrest is like playing a game of chess with the Devil. On a glass chess set, perhaps? Where one of the kings is a domino, perrrhaps?
I finally got some sleep this week last night. Tonight, mmm, probably not so much. Some, eventually. However, it is a Thursday. Well, already Friday techically, seeing as it is now past midnight. Time flies. Though hardly this week -- it's dragged on forever. Interesting too considering three of those days were pretty much blurred together by a couple of sleepless nights. My body felt like people had been throwing stones (of the un-pebblish kind) at it.
But again, tomorrow's Friday. No idea what I'm doing this weekend. I was supposed to go camping but that fell through which kinda sucks simply 'cause the proposition was just too cool. But yeah, we and I only have a couple of weeks of this monstrosity left which means a few things so... yeah. By the way, my grad message says "EAT SHIT CHAN". Yes, I am a child (though I don't like being called that by certain aforementioned incarnations of Satan). Sort of regretting it though. I would've liked to have put some sentimental or witty but even now, I don't actually know what I would've written.
Eh, not something I'd ever lose sleep over anyway. Now I'm just rambling. Alright, speaking of which, here's some late-night/sleepless-nights music. Nice music. Yes, it's more Bonobo but I love the guy and I just picked up a CD of his this week so I thought I'd pay my dues and show the guy (though not really) some more appreciation. Have a good weekend e'rrybudy.
MP3: Pilote - Turtle (Bonobo Remix)
MP3: Bonobo - Silver
MP3: Bonobo - Pick Up
P.S. I'm actually starting to feel like a complete and utter fucking moron for not having a fake I.D. by now. The latest huge disappointment is José González's show here on June 26th. And it's 19-fucking-plus. The big question? Why the fuck is it 19+ when he's playing at the Trinity St. Paul's? It's a motherfucking church. A CHURCH. The same church I saw Sufjan in. And same with Calexico's show in early July, which is at the Phoenix. I want to send a letter to Joey Burns telling him to please stop doing that -- we already had to miss out on their tour with Iron & Wine. So for fuck's sake, someone shoot me now.