fuckwit and flippancy!
"open up your archive of conundrums
I'm sure I'm in there somewhere"
So I spent most of today hastily hiding from Curtis (the guy that asked me out at the bus stop last semester), and trying to also avoid running into the 60-year-old who asked me out to the MJC prom. What the fuck is all this? Oh my god. And also, that fuckwit Ryan (or whatever his name is), that Vanessa and I had to put up with in chemistry, has taken to yelling out my name whenever he sees me, and I have taken to completely ignoring him . . . . mostly because he's an annoying, smug, dumb motherfucka!! But I did see James M. today which made me all smiley for awhile! James' insults are just such a happy experience to be subjected to! YOUR MOM DRESSES YOU LIKE A SOOOOOOOOOFAAAAAAAAAA! Bwa ha ha ha.
Anyway, my gimp spine is still hanging in there, and we're trying to get a second opinion before I go under the knife. But you know Chuck Close? Yea, he had back surgery and they cut the fucking nerve . . . and that's why he's all "I cannot move myself properly!". Yea! You just think about that! I am going to be so amazingly pissssssssssssed, if I cannot feel my legs after this. Fuck that in a handbag! I ain't goin' down like that!
So you should all pray for me, even if it is to satan, or the holy emperor of surgical procedures, because I and my nervous system will be needing it. But not for a couple weeks, so pace yourself!
And hey! I got a B on my history midterm, even though I never did any of the reading! Fuck yes. I really need to stop doing that. And I did very well on my art history quizzes today . . . so all in all, on the school front, things are looking good.
This weekend I am spending with my parents in San Fran and Berkley because it is my birthday on Sunday, and I will be 21! Hooray!
I love you and goodnight!