Elevator Going Up
i don't know how long or short it's been but i'll start where i remember...
4/20: my best friend calls while jeffo's over saying she's driving (i'm picturing driving through a forest in North Carolina) "hey can i call you back"...10 minutes later my doorbell rings and it's her! with an 8th! i love surprises. so we're reunited and it feels soooooo good. hung out all that weekend then 2 days later...
Monday 4/23: i'm in art class with brooke. she's rushing and i ask her why..."i gotta hurry to see IGGY POP tonight!" quickly i run with her. ask if i can hitch a ride and try to weasel myself in because i didn't have a ticket. We get there....
I GOT IN......TO SEE IGGY!!!!!!!!!!!! man, iggy 1 foot from my face in all his sweaty snake like glory. took out brooke's phone and took pictures and groped him.
we did our own backstage/after party thing. but it's confidential.
spent all week at school and with my man. saturday went to the getty with my girl and 5 pre-rolled joints. after we ate we went to my brothers house(the first time i've been there since he moved 8 months ago). i had a crazy realization of my subconscious. it was weird. i'm sure it was good for me but it made me sad.really sad.
NOW:
i got two 6 page essays to write; biological psychology, and anthropology. due next week. and 2 art projects. school is overwhelming. responsibility crushing down on me. jesus. i feel like saying "fuck it. it's gonna turn out how it's gonna turn out." but i can't but i can. i don't know how i'm gonna do it. i'll be lucky if i get 2 of these done. or even 1. but i forgot how i liked french pop in middle school...
4/20: my best friend calls while jeffo's over saying she's driving (i'm picturing driving through a forest in North Carolina) "hey can i call you back"...10 minutes later my doorbell rings and it's her! with an 8th! i love surprises. so we're reunited and it feels soooooo good. hung out all that weekend then 2 days later...
Monday 4/23: i'm in art class with brooke. she's rushing and i ask her why..."i gotta hurry to see IGGY POP tonight!" quickly i run with her. ask if i can hitch a ride and try to weasel myself in because i didn't have a ticket. We get there....
I GOT IN......TO SEE IGGY!!!!!!!!!!!! man, iggy 1 foot from my face in all his sweaty snake like glory. took out brooke's phone and took pictures and groped him.
we did our own backstage/after party thing. but it's confidential.
spent all week at school and with my man. saturday went to the getty with my girl and 5 pre-rolled joints. after we ate we went to my brothers house(the first time i've been there since he moved 8 months ago). i had a crazy realization of my subconscious. it was weird. i'm sure it was good for me but it made me sad.really sad.
NOW:
i got two 6 page essays to write; biological psychology, and anthropology. due next week. and 2 art projects. school is overwhelming. responsibility crushing down on me. jesus. i feel like saying "fuck it. it's gonna turn out how it's gonna turn out." but i can't but i can. i don't know how i'm gonna do it. i'll be lucky if i get 2 of these done. or even 1. but i forgot how i liked french pop in middle school...
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