coughing phlem into my beer
i simply needed a break from reading. which is unfortunate, because reading was my break from working on my 192 paper, which was a break from my COLT 251 paper. its good to know i'm so good at structuring work for myself. i set a goal and eventually things more or less get done kinda.
i love latin. in case i dont say it enough. i'm so pissed about being unable to do latin 2 next semester. damn the man.
oh, i am reading graham greene's 'our man in havana' right now. its so excellent, gee whiz. this is my favorite thing i've read of his, though third man is quite good, but maybe only cause the movie is so tops!
and i watched 'born on the fourth of july' in postmodernism tonight. oliver stone is my cocaine. he has enough still in him that i can get high vicariously, i'm sure. and tom cruise...scientology or no, i'd like to be his friend. but only when he has a beard and in a wheelchair. and willem defoe...you will always be jesus to me. well, jesus and the green goblin. woot.
film noir this month. if anyone wants to venture with me, i'll be going to the aero quite a bit, to see all the really obscure shit. and lost highway on thursday, just cause one needs to see lynch on the big screen, esp. that fucking nutjob of a film. and barry gifford will be there. come come! Vene! Age mecum!
um, COUGH., i'm dying. i'm wondering if i can ever be like alex; ie, use beer as my medicine. its magical how it seems to work for him. cuz i can't take nyquil anymore. you dont even want to know about fevered hallucinogen dreams i had. goddamn. not fun.
shrooms. wow. great idea. so, anyone up for that? its been a while. and a while, i mean a year ago! shucks. mmm, pink converse memories, giggling for six hours. intenseness abounds.
i'm gonna get back to...i guess my american psycho paper. maybe. i'll probably succumb to sleep, cuz i'm a pussy. this coffee is tiring me. maybe chips and salsa. or brandy.
i love latin. in case i dont say it enough. i'm so pissed about being unable to do latin 2 next semester. damn the man.
oh, i am reading graham greene's 'our man in havana' right now. its so excellent, gee whiz. this is my favorite thing i've read of his, though third man is quite good, but maybe only cause the movie is so tops!
and i watched 'born on the fourth of july' in postmodernism tonight. oliver stone is my cocaine. he has enough still in him that i can get high vicariously, i'm sure. and tom cruise...scientology or no, i'd like to be his friend. but only when he has a beard and in a wheelchair. and willem defoe...you will always be jesus to me. well, jesus and the green goblin. woot.
film noir this month. if anyone wants to venture with me, i'll be going to the aero quite a bit, to see all the really obscure shit. and lost highway on thursday, just cause one needs to see lynch on the big screen, esp. that fucking nutjob of a film. and barry gifford will be there. come come! Vene! Age mecum!
um, COUGH., i'm dying. i'm wondering if i can ever be like alex; ie, use beer as my medicine. its magical how it seems to work for him. cuz i can't take nyquil anymore. you dont even want to know about fevered hallucinogen dreams i had. goddamn. not fun.
shrooms. wow. great idea. so, anyone up for that? its been a while. and a while, i mean a year ago! shucks. mmm, pink converse memories, giggling for six hours. intenseness abounds.
i'm gonna get back to...i guess my american psycho paper. maybe. i'll probably succumb to sleep, cuz i'm a pussy. this coffee is tiring me. maybe chips and salsa. or brandy.