sigh
i got the kind of sick i get that starts in my throat if the heat is on all night
isaac is too short and he looks like a 17 year old because marijuana stunted his growth (at least that's what i'm saying), so we're not fucking.
we got really high on top of the strange vestibule by the rounded window in my room and watched strangers in paradise, or at least, i tried to watch it and he kept telling me to tell him something about myself. i burnt the chili earlier
being sick and it being cold outside is pretty miserable and boring.
i found a junk shop in town today and the search for a medallion continued. i've been entirely preoccupied by thoughts of men (as evident in recent posts), like, entirely preoccupied. i just want to go out every night and meet a new rock and roller.
i can't believe i still have to communicate with Queen Bitch because she happens to run the word and image class. i really can't believe it. the assignments are, once again, painstakingly constrictive, every single step is scripted. the details are all thought out. dear massart, no wonder my concepts are poor, i don't even have a chance to develop my own.
i almost don't even feel like going to amsterdam. maybe i'll just go for 3 or four days instead of 6. anna said i could stay with her but communicating with her is so bizarre that i almost don't feel like dealing with it, but none of the couchsurfer hosts i've contacted have written me back.
tonight i'm going to an introduction to buddhist chanting with christine, i'll let you know how it goes.
isaac is too short and he looks like a 17 year old because marijuana stunted his growth (at least that's what i'm saying), so we're not fucking.
we got really high on top of the strange vestibule by the rounded window in my room and watched strangers in paradise, or at least, i tried to watch it and he kept telling me to tell him something about myself. i burnt the chili earlier
being sick and it being cold outside is pretty miserable and boring.
i found a junk shop in town today and the search for a medallion continued. i've been entirely preoccupied by thoughts of men (as evident in recent posts), like, entirely preoccupied. i just want to go out every night and meet a new rock and roller.
i can't believe i still have to communicate with Queen Bitch because she happens to run the word and image class. i really can't believe it. the assignments are, once again, painstakingly constrictive, every single step is scripted. the details are all thought out. dear massart, no wonder my concepts are poor, i don't even have a chance to develop my own.
i almost don't even feel like going to amsterdam. maybe i'll just go for 3 or four days instead of 6. anna said i could stay with her but communicating with her is so bizarre that i almost don't feel like dealing with it, but none of the couchsurfer hosts i've contacted have written me back.
tonight i'm going to an introduction to buddhist chanting with christine, i'll let you know how it goes.