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DPS has blocked the Ok Go treadmill video because it's "R-rated." For Real-life-hipsters or something, I guess. It's really very silly.
Life is slow. I've been so tired lately and have lost all motivation to do anything. At all. I just kind of sit around and think about all the shit I've got to get done. Winter break is going to be incredible.
I'm in negotiations with my mom about driving to Madison next year for nationals. I keep telling her "do you really want to drive in a hot car all that long way when you could be sitting at home doing whatever it is that you'd rather be doing?" My reasoning is lame. But I guess not going to Madison at all is just as lame.
I'm attempting to record a cd of music and poetry to give as gifts for the holidays. It's kind of working, and also kind of silly, but what's important is that there is an acoustic version of Scotty Doesn't Know. So it really can't turn out that bad, eh? We'll see. And whether it ends up working or not, it's fun.
I want a hug. I'm so nostalgic for last summer. It was truly grand.
And four months later, BNV poets are still the craziest.
Life is slow. I've been so tired lately and have lost all motivation to do anything. At all. I just kind of sit around and think about all the shit I've got to get done. Winter break is going to be incredible.
I'm in negotiations with my mom about driving to Madison next year for nationals. I keep telling her "do you really want to drive in a hot car all that long way when you could be sitting at home doing whatever it is that you'd rather be doing?" My reasoning is lame. But I guess not going to Madison at all is just as lame.
I'm attempting to record a cd of music and poetry to give as gifts for the holidays. It's kind of working, and also kind of silly, but what's important is that there is an acoustic version of Scotty Doesn't Know. So it really can't turn out that bad, eh? We'll see. And whether it ends up working or not, it's fun.
I want a hug. I'm so nostalgic for last summer. It was truly grand.
And four months later, BNV poets are still the craziest.