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yesterday i had the brilliant idea to take some psychedelic drugs before and during my comp exam today. i thought and thought about it, but then i fell asleep. i had dreams that really freaked me out. they were about linear algebra, and then another about programming. i woke up at 5 am and decided ive had enough unquality sleep. i made a decision to listen to reason. i made some tea and sat out on the balcony on my beloved yoga ball, and watched the sunrise. it was glamorous. i saw the sun reflect in the clouds (not the orangy glow all over the sky, but a reflection). i was thinking of sneaking into my parents room to take one of moms microscopes and see if it works like a telescope, but i didnt. but i did write a poem about the sun
sun, sun
you are the wicked one
best poem youve heard. ever. its what i thought at the moment though. i listened to birds chirp and sing. this whole thing made me want to drug myself for the exam. its been 8 months since i last hallucinated! daing. i worried i am going to cry to a bank teller about not being able to operate a bank machine or something to that extent.
once the sun was up... i broke into song: iiiii want it thaaaat way. tell me why, its nothing but a... (you better believe it)
also, it turns out i havent given lin. alg. enough of a chance. that is mostly what i did this week, and it grew into a strange addiction.
PS im leaving for cuba on the 30th. will i see some of you outtatowners before then? i sure hope so. dana, lulu, im looking at you. zac, jessie? that would be nice too. and those who live in ottawa and i dont see enough.
sun, sun
you are the wicked one
best poem youve heard. ever. its what i thought at the moment though. i listened to birds chirp and sing. this whole thing made me want to drug myself for the exam. its been 8 months since i last hallucinated! daing. i worried i am going to cry to a bank teller about not being able to operate a bank machine or something to that extent.
once the sun was up... i broke into song: iiiii want it thaaaat way. tell me why, its nothing but a... (you better believe it)
also, it turns out i havent given lin. alg. enough of a chance. that is mostly what i did this week, and it grew into a strange addiction.
PS im leaving for cuba on the 30th. will i see some of you outtatowners before then? i sure hope so. dana, lulu, im looking at you. zac, jessie? that would be nice too. and those who live in ottawa and i dont see enough.