'no sin, no fun, no you, no wonder it's dark'
'everyone around me is a total stranger.
everyone ignores me like a psyched lone ranger.
everyone.'
last night was way restless. one of those nights that you barely sleep, and when you do you have dreams that are so realistic it makes you feel sad and empty when you wake to reality and find out they were just dreams.
i dreamt my roomate was going to stab me in my sleep.
i dreampt someone was there, and i felt an arm. i half woke up and thought 'wow, there really is an arm on me.' i don't know who it was, the door was locked and i don't think the person across the room is very cuddly... a mystery.
i dreampt that there was this excellent show that i was going to, and i couldn't believe the two bands that were playing together because it was just too great. when i half woke up i was so excited because i thought it was for real. then i awoke fully in the marn to realize that the sex pistols and dropkick murphys had already played a show together, and i had already seen it.
i dreampt that me and my friend, let's call her "knee high socks," were at this fancy, one-story condo on the beach, with those flowy, long, peach curtains, and flower arrangments on random tables. then "knee high socks" and my other friend's parents were going out to smoke the reefer. "knee high socks" said they usually use the cover-up story that 'he goes out to his "shop" to "work," and she goes out for a "run," and then they go for a walk and smoke.' now if you knew any of those three people like i do, you'd be as shocked as i was. alas, i woke up and realized there was no fancy, one-story condo on the beach.
there were sooo many things about those dreams that made them seem real. those little, hard to explain things.
went to the natick mall with amitatata and michelle today and we saw lots of fabulous clothes. i've decided that we are in a "band" and we're "rockstars" so therefore we can wear anything we want and if people say stuff about it we can just be like 'hey man, we're rockstars' and then they'll be like 'oh.'
damn the piercing pagoda for not being in that mall! i was willing to sacrafice my ears to claires. luckily they don't do cartilage, that could've been a disaster. i didn't trust the other store that pierces either, so i've come up with a plan: wait until me and my friend are home for vaca, and if he goes back to work, have him do it. i think he can handle two holes in one ear. and i don't care if you think it's too much, i'm not doing it to improve my looks or gain your esteem, i'm doing it because it's what i want. and what i say goes.
i got a zero gauge so i put the 2 in my other ear, but the zero wouldn't go in. it just bled a whole lot. and then bled some more. and it wouldn't stretch, it would just bleed. i'll try again tomorrow or friday.
so while i was thinking i came up with another 'theory':
sinead o'connor and the cranerries should do a duet. it would be totally rad, and i'd love them forever (even more so than i do now).
i think it would go like this:
'i don't know no shame, i feel no pain,
yellow skiiiies, i can see you in yellow ski-i-i-i-ies,
i went to the doctor and guess what he told me, guess what he told me,
he said i just shot john lennon,
but i do know mandika,
what's in your heeee-ead, in your he-E-eh-ead,
girl you gotta have fun no matter what you do,
electric blue eyes,
but he's a fool'
yeah, something along those lines. and i would treasure it always.
speaking of treasure! how hott is johnny depp??????
mmMMmmmmmm
everyone ignores me like a psyched lone ranger.
everyone.'
last night was way restless. one of those nights that you barely sleep, and when you do you have dreams that are so realistic it makes you feel sad and empty when you wake to reality and find out they were just dreams.
i dreamt my roomate was going to stab me in my sleep.
i dreampt someone was there, and i felt an arm. i half woke up and thought 'wow, there really is an arm on me.' i don't know who it was, the door was locked and i don't think the person across the room is very cuddly... a mystery.
i dreampt that there was this excellent show that i was going to, and i couldn't believe the two bands that were playing together because it was just too great. when i half woke up i was so excited because i thought it was for real. then i awoke fully in the marn to realize that the sex pistols and dropkick murphys had already played a show together, and i had already seen it.
i dreampt that me and my friend, let's call her "knee high socks," were at this fancy, one-story condo on the beach, with those flowy, long, peach curtains, and flower arrangments on random tables. then "knee high socks" and my other friend's parents were going out to smoke the reefer. "knee high socks" said they usually use the cover-up story that 'he goes out to his "shop" to "work," and she goes out for a "run," and then they go for a walk and smoke.' now if you knew any of those three people like i do, you'd be as shocked as i was. alas, i woke up and realized there was no fancy, one-story condo on the beach.
there were sooo many things about those dreams that made them seem real. those little, hard to explain things.
went to the natick mall with amitatata and michelle today and we saw lots of fabulous clothes. i've decided that we are in a "band" and we're "rockstars" so therefore we can wear anything we want and if people say stuff about it we can just be like 'hey man, we're rockstars' and then they'll be like 'oh.'
damn the piercing pagoda for not being in that mall! i was willing to sacrafice my ears to claires. luckily they don't do cartilage, that could've been a disaster. i didn't trust the other store that pierces either, so i've come up with a plan: wait until me and my friend are home for vaca, and if he goes back to work, have him do it. i think he can handle two holes in one ear. and i don't care if you think it's too much, i'm not doing it to improve my looks or gain your esteem, i'm doing it because it's what i want. and what i say goes.
i got a zero gauge so i put the 2 in my other ear, but the zero wouldn't go in. it just bled a whole lot. and then bled some more. and it wouldn't stretch, it would just bleed. i'll try again tomorrow or friday.
so while i was thinking i came up with another 'theory':
sinead o'connor and the cranerries should do a duet. it would be totally rad, and i'd love them forever (even more so than i do now).
i think it would go like this:
'i don't know no shame, i feel no pain,
yellow skiiiies, i can see you in yellow ski-i-i-i-ies,
i went to the doctor and guess what he told me, guess what he told me,
he said i just shot john lennon,
but i do know mandika,
what's in your heeee-ead, in your he-E-eh-ead,
girl you gotta have fun no matter what you do,
electric blue eyes,
but he's a fool'
yeah, something along those lines. and i would treasure it always.
speaking of treasure! how hott is johnny depp??????
mmMMmmmmmm