Flipperty Jibbet!
Yes, yes --
Indeed, I did
leave my pallet in the
car
Fuckabees! A triumph of the wicked! I looked forlornly at it from outside the locked door and then forlornly after my sister Claire who was hurrying to her calculus class -- she had the keys! After almost doing all of my philosophy homework in the library, and arguing with my professor that St. Paul was a genocidal psychopath, I tried to locate my smallish sister. But the only person I found was Ruth from my painting class, who was waiting outside her psychology class. We commiserated on the absurdity of bringing all our painting equipment home this weekend, then never having any time to actually paint. Yars!
So I will have to find Claire sometimes else. Dr. Serros will be sour at me! But I am like a kid giggling to myself this morning about heaven-knows-what which was running through my brain in the early, early morning before it is proper for humans to be awake. Grrr! I just remembered that I forgot my art book which I am supposed to do a little talk on. Ha! I will look up my artist. Sacrifice the liver!
No no no! I have forgotten my artist's name. Well, Serros will just have to let me go on Wednesday instead . . . . though I suppose I could make up an artist . . . hmmm . . . no I don't think I can come up with a local artist to meet the specifications. Damnity Damn!
So
are we all ready for the holidaying and chilly season? I hope so. I am excited! I shall soon wear my burgundy plaid coat! (Undue complete adoration and admiration available to anyone else who knows what band's members are shown in the above photo!)
I am thankful this season for my first (now dried) clove orange hanging in my room's window, and I am hoping to get a new one for Christmas. That is what I call the smell of merriment! How delightful!
I have a film to watch when I get home, and some reading to do, but mostly I am just going to get some hardcore sleep (this is sleep in which you ROCK OUT in your dreams of Black Sabbath and Justice of the Unicorn), and write some bazaar poetry tonight, with the goal. of making your brain go boink. So put that in your pipe and smoke it!
Two things Roxanne yelled out in the middle of class today:
1.) "Screw St. Paul!" (oddly enough, I think some people were offended by this)
and
2.) "You SMOKE it!" (this was in reference to the tar in cigarettes, and I was getting a little hyper, so I yelled it in my jazz voice, which sounds a bit like Louis Armstrong whispering delicately. Oh!)
Indeed, I did
leave my pallet in the
car
Fuckabees! A triumph of the wicked! I looked forlornly at it from outside the locked door and then forlornly after my sister Claire who was hurrying to her calculus class -- she had the keys! After almost doing all of my philosophy homework in the library, and arguing with my professor that St. Paul was a genocidal psychopath, I tried to locate my smallish sister. But the only person I found was Ruth from my painting class, who was waiting outside her psychology class. We commiserated on the absurdity of bringing all our painting equipment home this weekend, then never having any time to actually paint. Yars!
So I will have to find Claire sometimes else. Dr. Serros will be sour at me! But I am like a kid giggling to myself this morning about heaven-knows-what which was running through my brain in the early, early morning before it is proper for humans to be awake. Grrr! I just remembered that I forgot my art book which I am supposed to do a little talk on. Ha! I will look up my artist. Sacrifice the liver!
No no no! I have forgotten my artist's name. Well, Serros will just have to let me go on Wednesday instead . . . . though I suppose I could make up an artist . . . hmmm . . . no I don't think I can come up with a local artist to meet the specifications. Damnity Damn!
So
are we all ready for the holidaying and chilly season? I hope so. I am excited! I shall soon wear my burgundy plaid coat! (Undue complete adoration and admiration available to anyone else who knows what band's members are shown in the above photo!)
I am thankful this season for my first (now dried) clove orange hanging in my room's window, and I am hoping to get a new one for Christmas. That is what I call the smell of merriment! How delightful!
I have a film to watch when I get home, and some reading to do, but mostly I am just going to get some hardcore sleep (this is sleep in which you ROCK OUT in your dreams of Black Sabbath and Justice of the Unicorn), and write some bazaar poetry tonight, with the goal. of making your brain go boink. So put that in your pipe and smoke it!
Two things Roxanne yelled out in the middle of class today:
1.) "Screw St. Paul!" (oddly enough, I think some people were offended by this)
and
2.) "You SMOKE it!" (this was in reference to the tar in cigarettes, and I was getting a little hyper, so I yelled it in my jazz voice, which sounds a bit like Louis Armstrong whispering delicately. Oh!)