happy bday jennie!
so right now i'm in my bathtub. one of the luxuries of having a wireless connection and a laptop. i was planning on reading another chapter of prozac nation, but on the way to collecting my things i noticed i had the internet again. i got carried away reading everyone's livejournals and thought hey i can take this to the bath and write an entry...
today jennie and i went to roosevelt field and tower records. i can't remember which time it was, but heading eastbound on the lie i couldn't do anything but think. i could drive, but i couldn't listen to the music or pay attention to jennie's mulrose state. i was just comatose with thoughts and ideas and epiphonies. and it's sad because i can't remember a damn smidge of what i was so carried away with.
later on we went to applebees. i got my usual oriental chicken salad, the only thing i had consumed today besides half a cup of coffee. it makes me feel like i am being healthy which in turn makes me feel better about myself giving me some hope that the next morning i will wake up with rock hard body. go figure. but anyway, as i looked around at all the college students with their school sweatshirts, sweatpants, and keychains recollecting meeting up with ian before he left for school and running into melissa corea only moment before sitting at our table i thought aloud to jennie confessing how i think i should go away to school.and as i explore my options i tell her that i want to go somewhere close to home so i could drive back whenever i'd want to, not upstate cuz it's too cold, not too expensive either....i like to have options. there's always been this one school that stuck out to me in massachusetts right by boston i think. it was an art school, but it also had a writing major. something i'm interested in. but i dunno it's an idea i probably won't toy with too much.
on the other hand i would really like to go overseas...study abroad. i'd love to take gloria with me but i dunno if she'd ever want to do that sort of thing. i think i'd go to england...i wouldn't have to really learn another language although the slang would be different i'm sure i'd catch on. fag means cigarette...i'm pissed means i'm drunk. i used to know more.
while i was making my coffee i thought of a lot more things to write about, but like most things i lost it somewhere along the way to my current state of being. so i bid you all adieu.
today jennie and i went to roosevelt field and tower records. i can't remember which time it was, but heading eastbound on the lie i couldn't do anything but think. i could drive, but i couldn't listen to the music or pay attention to jennie's mulrose state. i was just comatose with thoughts and ideas and epiphonies. and it's sad because i can't remember a damn smidge of what i was so carried away with.
later on we went to applebees. i got my usual oriental chicken salad, the only thing i had consumed today besides half a cup of coffee. it makes me feel like i am being healthy which in turn makes me feel better about myself giving me some hope that the next morning i will wake up with rock hard body. go figure. but anyway, as i looked around at all the college students with their school sweatshirts, sweatpants, and keychains recollecting meeting up with ian before he left for school and running into melissa corea only moment before sitting at our table i thought aloud to jennie confessing how i think i should go away to school.and as i explore my options i tell her that i want to go somewhere close to home so i could drive back whenever i'd want to, not upstate cuz it's too cold, not too expensive either....i like to have options. there's always been this one school that stuck out to me in massachusetts right by boston i think. it was an art school, but it also had a writing major. something i'm interested in. but i dunno it's an idea i probably won't toy with too much.
on the other hand i would really like to go overseas...study abroad. i'd love to take gloria with me but i dunno if she'd ever want to do that sort of thing. i think i'd go to england...i wouldn't have to really learn another language although the slang would be different i'm sure i'd catch on. fag means cigarette...i'm pissed means i'm drunk. i used to know more.
while i was making my coffee i thought of a lot more things to write about, but like most things i lost it somewhere along the way to my current state of being. so i bid you all adieu.