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so i just finished a marathon chem problem set. it really wouldn't have been that hard if i went to class on thursayd. well, i dont think so anyway... i guess i can't say for sure cuz i dont know what we learned then. but it was probably how to do this homework. fuck me.
now im in that relaxed, i-just-finished-the-worst-thing-ever/thank-god-im-done mode, and i want to eat some ice cream. with eggo waffles.
yes, i have both in my fridge
which brings me to another interesting point: living in an apartment means i can eat what i want. which would probably be even sweeter if i were at all a decent chef... but i remember days last year when i would have really bad cravings for pasta, or chicken, or whatever. now i have absolute power. consequently, ive been corrupted. absolutely.
also, new sm cd? sounds pretty amazing. i guess i should be more specific: at least 27 seconds of the new sm cd sound pretty amazing. i really hate how they build up so hardcore for this stuff. i was ok waiting four years for new material, but now i can barely go a few hours without checking their site. i will literally go out of my way during the 7 minute break between classes to run into the library and make sure they didnt update with more clips or something (not that i could even listen to them in the library if they did... maybe ill rethink that strategy). i've also been late to my intro to linguistics class every day for the last two weeks.
here's a good story. i was in a SLU (st louis university) the other week, just hangin out, and all of the sudden this wierd song that id never heard came on. it was a slow, rap song with steel drums and a lot of cool noises. i was mildly interested, and then, right on cue, as the lyrics began, about 50 black people rush the dance floor and start doing this perfectly choreographed dance. from that moment i've been obsessed with what i've found out is called "soulja boy". now generally, i try to stay away from stupid things like this (spelling words incorrectly, making up choreographed dances, etc) but i think that the only reason i did was because i only got to see the lame, white person, csn/wash u, watered down version of all of it. im sure i sound really racist right now (and james, feel free to repeat this in ur class). but it makes me wonder... if i had been in east st louis when other songs came out (that i loved to hate and made fun of constantly), would i have fallen in love with them like i have soulja boy? would i have learned the words to 'then i got high'? would i have thought of lil bow wow as my own little brah? would the macarena have seemed less than 100% gay? probably not... but perhaps, perhaps, perhaps...
in other musical news, i rocked w my friend jeff. he was playing guitar, and hes usually not very good, but today i picked up a couple of his empty tennis ball canisters, and started drumming on a trashcan (but alas, there were no streetlights in teh vicinity), and all of the sudden his rhythm was perfect. he was so much better than ive ever heard him play, and he knows lots of songs so we rocked for about 45 minutes (until my arm more or less fell off... by the way, miserlou is a very difficult song to drum to). it felt amazing to do some sort of coordinated musical activity. no matter how much justin timberlake i play, i get so bored just playing guitar by myself... which reminds me, how does everyone feel about not getting jobs/going to college after graduation, and just living in NC w doug and roseanne? thats a stupid/2am way of saying "LETS ROCK BITCHES".
and ill end this post the way the last rugby email ended
remember, everytime you masturbate, god kills a kitten
primetime
ps: no im not primetime, he was the guy that sent out the last email. night all
now im in that relaxed, i-just-finished-the-worst-thing-ever/thank-god-im-done mode, and i want to eat some ice cream. with eggo waffles.
yes, i have both in my fridge
which brings me to another interesting point: living in an apartment means i can eat what i want. which would probably be even sweeter if i were at all a decent chef... but i remember days last year when i would have really bad cravings for pasta, or chicken, or whatever. now i have absolute power. consequently, ive been corrupted. absolutely.
also, new sm cd? sounds pretty amazing. i guess i should be more specific: at least 27 seconds of the new sm cd sound pretty amazing. i really hate how they build up so hardcore for this stuff. i was ok waiting four years for new material, but now i can barely go a few hours without checking their site. i will literally go out of my way during the 7 minute break between classes to run into the library and make sure they didnt update with more clips or something (not that i could even listen to them in the library if they did... maybe ill rethink that strategy). i've also been late to my intro to linguistics class every day for the last two weeks.
here's a good story. i was in a SLU (st louis university) the other week, just hangin out, and all of the sudden this wierd song that id never heard came on. it was a slow, rap song with steel drums and a lot of cool noises. i was mildly interested, and then, right on cue, as the lyrics began, about 50 black people rush the dance floor and start doing this perfectly choreographed dance. from that moment i've been obsessed with what i've found out is called "soulja boy". now generally, i try to stay away from stupid things like this (spelling words incorrectly, making up choreographed dances, etc) but i think that the only reason i did was because i only got to see the lame, white person, csn/wash u, watered down version of all of it. im sure i sound really racist right now (and james, feel free to repeat this in ur class). but it makes me wonder... if i had been in east st louis when other songs came out (that i loved to hate and made fun of constantly), would i have fallen in love with them like i have soulja boy? would i have learned the words to 'then i got high'? would i have thought of lil bow wow as my own little brah? would the macarena have seemed less than 100% gay? probably not... but perhaps, perhaps, perhaps...
in other musical news, i rocked w my friend jeff. he was playing guitar, and hes usually not very good, but today i picked up a couple of his empty tennis ball canisters, and started drumming on a trashcan (but alas, there were no streetlights in teh vicinity), and all of the sudden his rhythm was perfect. he was so much better than ive ever heard him play, and he knows lots of songs so we rocked for about 45 minutes (until my arm more or less fell off... by the way, miserlou is a very difficult song to drum to). it felt amazing to do some sort of coordinated musical activity. no matter how much justin timberlake i play, i get so bored just playing guitar by myself... which reminds me, how does everyone feel about not getting jobs/going to college after graduation, and just living in NC w doug and roseanne? thats a stupid/2am way of saying "LETS ROCK BITCHES".
and ill end this post the way the last rugby email ended
remember, everytime you masturbate, god kills a kitten
primetime
ps: no im not primetime, he was the guy that sent out the last email. night all