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I have been sitting in my towel for much too long...I wonder if Julie is confused as to why I have no initiative in life, or how I have decayed from normal human being into slob. My side of the room looks awesome. Popcorn bags are strewn about, clean and dirty clothes are both heaped on the floor (only I know one from the other) I have no hamper, as it is currently holding a mess of clothes still damp but clean. They were robbed from their dryer by an impatient college student. I can't complain. I would have done the same.
I stopped in Woodstock on the way up from Vassar, because it would make my parents proud and my dad will probably beam and tell me again about when he played in the mud and lost his sandals there. I bought overpriced prayer flags from a failed rock musician who flung sexual electricity my way, except my perception is skewed from the distinct lack of sex in my life. At this point I'd probably think mailboxes were hitting on me. I also bought a very pretty tapestry but have no means by which to hang it up. I was going to go into town after my shower, but I'm still sitting here dripping. Maybe I'll do it later. Anyhow, the Indian tapestry place sold the same prayer flags for half the price, but I guess that's what I get. I just cushioned the first guy's fall from his musical grace.
I tried hanging the flags up with funtack last night but it kept falling. I woke up last night from a weird post-apocalyptic dream to find a nylon cord hanging next to my neck. Semi-conscious, I was afraid that i'd be afraid of it and have more nightmares about hanging, but I managed to convince myself that nooses would have loops, after all, and this was straight. The rest of the flags had collapsed by morning, which is always noon these days.
I have a lot of stuff to accomplish today. Not even too much work, I don't think, but I'd like to do it because I feel like writing and performing set tasks. I also want to go into to town to buy groceries like grapes and pickles, and maybe double-sided tape so I'm not hanging from the galleys again when I go to sleep. I have a creative idea that needs to be put into action--an arts and crafts type thing--- and maybe I should get back to crocheting. Key: don't waste the parents' money any more than I already do. Which is to say, a lot.
It was nice coming back to Skidmore, despite how much I liked Vassar and the seed of transfer-doubt that it planted in my head. Last night, though quiet, was a good night, and two people called me. I'm glad I spoke to Trevor, and the second kid probably would have invited me out to smoke or something. I was already in bed though. I think I'll spend next weekend here
Why did Mattie delete his livejournal?
I stopped in Woodstock on the way up from Vassar, because it would make my parents proud and my dad will probably beam and tell me again about when he played in the mud and lost his sandals there. I bought overpriced prayer flags from a failed rock musician who flung sexual electricity my way, except my perception is skewed from the distinct lack of sex in my life. At this point I'd probably think mailboxes were hitting on me. I also bought a very pretty tapestry but have no means by which to hang it up. I was going to go into town after my shower, but I'm still sitting here dripping. Maybe I'll do it later. Anyhow, the Indian tapestry place sold the same prayer flags for half the price, but I guess that's what I get. I just cushioned the first guy's fall from his musical grace.
I tried hanging the flags up with funtack last night but it kept falling. I woke up last night from a weird post-apocalyptic dream to find a nylon cord hanging next to my neck. Semi-conscious, I was afraid that i'd be afraid of it and have more nightmares about hanging, but I managed to convince myself that nooses would have loops, after all, and this was straight. The rest of the flags had collapsed by morning, which is always noon these days.
I have a lot of stuff to accomplish today. Not even too much work, I don't think, but I'd like to do it because I feel like writing and performing set tasks. I also want to go into to town to buy groceries like grapes and pickles, and maybe double-sided tape so I'm not hanging from the galleys again when I go to sleep. I have a creative idea that needs to be put into action--an arts and crafts type thing--- and maybe I should get back to crocheting. Key: don't waste the parents' money any more than I already do. Which is to say, a lot.
It was nice coming back to Skidmore, despite how much I liked Vassar and the seed of transfer-doubt that it planted in my head. Last night, though quiet, was a good night, and two people called me. I'm glad I spoke to Trevor, and the second kid probably would have invited me out to smoke or something. I was already in bed though. I think I'll spend next weekend here
Why did Mattie delete his livejournal?