whatever.
[This campus is too damn small for all the drama it fosters. Blech I just wanna peace from it all, can't even smoke a smoke on my own terrace w/o seeing shit I just don't really want to see. Gross.]
That said, I am trying to cool out with some Quasimoto, which is probably the most creative and funny hip hop I have ever heard. Imagine a completely insane MC spraying the most ludicrous and hillarious metaphors in helium voice. It's brilliant. It's all Madlib who apparently a musical jack of all trades, MCing as himself and his alter ego Lord Quas on this album and other crazy jazz records where he plays all the instruments.
I went megashopping this weekend, to Salvo and the mall, where I scored a few nice sweaters and the best: a pair of red and white Nike Dunks for $30! Those regularly retail for $75 or more, but I guess it was the last pair in my size, Men's 8. Love me them shoes.
Other than that, not much to report. Lots of beer consumption as per usual, and man, I can drink a lot. Didn't do much work this weekend--actually, none-- which is ok with me because I work better when I work my work in around a busy schedule. Plus I have been reassured I am not behind (which is honestly no reason to slack off now), and I have more of a sense of my concrete deadlines and approaches to this giant thesis that aren't so megalithic and daunting/prohibitive.
This morning I determined my outlook on life has been super depressing from day one. Not sure if I can possibly change my Weltanshauung just like that, but man does it sometimes make life hard to live. I think I generally am not into being alive, which sounds horribly suicidal, but it's more like a "I never volunteered to be drafted into this mess...and this shit is hard! When is the good part scheduled to occur?" only for 21 years. Oh man, depressing shit. Existential angst and shit: a refusal to cooperate with the inevitable passage of time and face my own mortality.
This itunes/campus network/shared music tip I just got on has been excellent. Allows me to get into old jams from my youth such as "Hey Jealousy" and old STP albums. So nice.
Well, I guess it is bedtime, I have to preregister (for my ONE class) tomorrow and other shit.
First real kiss: Hmm, Steve? Some boy in like 7th grade
First kiss I enjoyed: Janine, prospective housemate, sophomore year
First job: baker's assistant...got downsized w/in weeks, was devistated
First screen name: 'pimento' on oldskool online community, firefly
First self purchased album: maybe some Zep?
First funeral: my nana
First pets: Abby, pre-me family cat. Abby II, first self-selected pet.
First piercing: a peer pressure number on both ears...still got em, off center and everything
First true love: maybe Marci? hard to tell. She was the most passionate.
First big trip: overseas? Timezone style? Perhaps to England/Scotland at 15
First musician you remember hearing in your house: James Taylor, Willie, or Anne Murray
Last big car ride: back to Maine in Oct.
Last kiss: a few days ago
Last good cry: a week or so ago?
Last movie seen: Good Will Hunting...awful
Last beverage drunk: coffee, cream no sugar.
Last food consumed: pasta w/cannelini beans, cabbage tomato and garbanzo bean salad. Mad beans in my life.
Last phone call: Mira
Last TV show watched: MTV Europe Video Music Awards
Last shoes worn: Adidas Rod Lavers
Last CD played: Quasimoto // The Unseen
Last item bought: Vitamin Water
Last disappointment: life
Last soda drunk: Peter's old orange soda at the mall
Last ice cream eaten: housemate's ice cream cake, few days ago
Last shirt worn: homemade yellow drumset shirt, new sweater
/end crappy random post.
That said, I am trying to cool out with some Quasimoto, which is probably the most creative and funny hip hop I have ever heard. Imagine a completely insane MC spraying the most ludicrous and hillarious metaphors in helium voice. It's brilliant. It's all Madlib who apparently a musical jack of all trades, MCing as himself and his alter ego Lord Quas on this album and other crazy jazz records where he plays all the instruments.
I went megashopping this weekend, to Salvo and the mall, where I scored a few nice sweaters and the best: a pair of red and white Nike Dunks for $30! Those regularly retail for $75 or more, but I guess it was the last pair in my size, Men's 8. Love me them shoes.
Other than that, not much to report. Lots of beer consumption as per usual, and man, I can drink a lot. Didn't do much work this weekend--actually, none-- which is ok with me because I work better when I work my work in around a busy schedule. Plus I have been reassured I am not behind (which is honestly no reason to slack off now), and I have more of a sense of my concrete deadlines and approaches to this giant thesis that aren't so megalithic and daunting/prohibitive.
This morning I determined my outlook on life has been super depressing from day one. Not sure if I can possibly change my Weltanshauung just like that, but man does it sometimes make life hard to live. I think I generally am not into being alive, which sounds horribly suicidal, but it's more like a "I never volunteered to be drafted into this mess...and this shit is hard! When is the good part scheduled to occur?" only for 21 years. Oh man, depressing shit. Existential angst and shit: a refusal to cooperate with the inevitable passage of time and face my own mortality.
This itunes/campus network/shared music tip I just got on has been excellent. Allows me to get into old jams from my youth such as "Hey Jealousy" and old STP albums. So nice.
Well, I guess it is bedtime, I have to preregister (for my ONE class) tomorrow and other shit.
First real kiss: Hmm, Steve? Some boy in like 7th grade
First kiss I enjoyed: Janine, prospective housemate, sophomore year
First job: baker's assistant...got downsized w/in weeks, was devistated
First screen name: 'pimento' on oldskool online community, firefly
First self purchased album: maybe some Zep?
First funeral: my nana
First pets: Abby, pre-me family cat. Abby II, first self-selected pet.
First piercing: a peer pressure number on both ears...still got em, off center and everything
First true love: maybe Marci? hard to tell. She was the most passionate.
First big trip: overseas? Timezone style? Perhaps to England/Scotland at 15
First musician you remember hearing in your house: James Taylor, Willie, or Anne Murray
Last big car ride: back to Maine in Oct.
Last kiss: a few days ago
Last good cry: a week or so ago?
Last movie seen: Good Will Hunting...awful
Last beverage drunk: coffee, cream no sugar.
Last food consumed: pasta w/cannelini beans, cabbage tomato and garbanzo bean salad. Mad beans in my life.
Last phone call: Mira
Last TV show watched: MTV Europe Video Music Awards
Last shoes worn: Adidas Rod Lavers
Last CD played: Quasimoto // The Unseen
Last item bought: Vitamin Water
Last disappointment: life
Last soda drunk: Peter's old orange soda at the mall
Last ice cream eaten: housemate's ice cream cake, few days ago
Last shirt worn: homemade yellow drumset shirt, new sweater
/end crappy random post.