Is it wrong to watch 2 robots having sex?
I mean...is it??? I downloaded Bjork's "All Is Full Of Love" video, thinking that it looked cool from the preview. And then it was still pretty cool when the second robot starts singing with the first one. And then the 2 robots start making out. And touching each other's mechanical...s. I mean...what? The song is amazing...but what the heck??? I don't know.
Anyway, I spent hours writing an email today. Like...hours. I had a lot to say, for sure.
Ever get the feeling that you really need to have a face-to-face conversation to confirm if you really mean what you say? I mean, not that you're lying...but if you're lying to yourself? The moment of truth: standing in front of someone and telling them the things that you've been telling yourself for days, months, years...and it doesn't seem to come out right...or it seems like "This isn't my life". I don't know what I'm talking about. I haven't been up past 10:30pm in months practically and it's almost 12am. I don't know.
This is my last week of classes...forever. Bittersweet, I guess.
Oh my god. Jay Leno sent the lead singer of the Flaming Lips to the SouthWest Music Festival or something and there are some freaky ass people there. These bands are just...totally out there. It was really really crazy. I felt like I was dying for like a minute. I couldn't even laugh. I just sat there...like not looking away from a car accident. Only this accident had dead people thrown from the car with their insides exposed and smeared on the road. More impact than your regular crash.
Dear God.
Anyway, I'm still not making any sense. And now I'm getting super morbid. Dang. Okay, I've got to wear a suit to school on Friday. I hope it's not going to make me sweat a lot. I don't have time to take another shower before my interview. Dang!
Anyway, I spent hours writing an email today. Like...hours. I had a lot to say, for sure.
Ever get the feeling that you really need to have a face-to-face conversation to confirm if you really mean what you say? I mean, not that you're lying...but if you're lying to yourself? The moment of truth: standing in front of someone and telling them the things that you've been telling yourself for days, months, years...and it doesn't seem to come out right...or it seems like "This isn't my life". I don't know what I'm talking about. I haven't been up past 10:30pm in months practically and it's almost 12am. I don't know.
This is my last week of classes...forever. Bittersweet, I guess.
Oh my god. Jay Leno sent the lead singer of the Flaming Lips to the SouthWest Music Festival or something and there are some freaky ass people there. These bands are just...totally out there. It was really really crazy. I felt like I was dying for like a minute. I couldn't even laugh. I just sat there...like not looking away from a car accident. Only this accident had dead people thrown from the car with their insides exposed and smeared on the road. More impact than your regular crash.
Dear God.
Anyway, I'm still not making any sense. And now I'm getting super morbid. Dang. Okay, I've got to wear a suit to school on Friday. I hope it's not going to make me sweat a lot. I don't have time to take another shower before my interview. Dang!