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Yesterday really did fucking suck, but sometimes when I'm surrounded by everybody like that, I can't help but feel a little better. Shit isn't THAT fucking bad and could be worse. I complain too much. Though I really could have done without the pizza sickness.
I couldn't sleep last night (see insomnia, depressed) so at 5 in the morning I went and ran 13 laps at the Mather Track. I'm pretty sure that's atleast 3 miles. Not bad except that I only stretched a little bit afterwards so now I'm really fucking sore. Then I slept from 8 to 3.
We should totally have Monty Python Night at the garage. I haven't seen anything except for the Holy Grail.
I remember listening to this song in the rain outside of the Little Theater waiting for Sims to make it to class because he was always late to class.
I've been listening to the same 32 songs for 2 days and the majority of them were recorded by a goat. Shouldn't I mind?
I'm finding it hard to get into Howard Zinn. I'm really interested about what he has to say about American history, but I guess maybe I'm just more in the mood for something fictional.
Gloria, thanks for the letter.
I want to somehow celebrate my broke ass-edness. The problem is, how do you throw a party without money?
I am thinking about selling my viola. I did promise myself that I would never play it again and it just takes up space in my room. Then if I sold my film camera for a decent amount of money, I could afford to get the shutter fixed on the AE-1 and maybe even have some money afterwards. Then if I sold my soul...
Seriously though, if anybody wants a viola, that shit is full-sized and has plenty of life left in it (plus it has all the life that it sucked out of me hahahaha). I'll talk to Mr. Martini if only because I haven't talked to him in hella long and see if he has any little kids that want to by my scratched up shit.
I'm going to see how long I can live off of Cheerios. They're honey nut, so I think I could last awhile.
Everybody go out and do something nice for yourself. You deserve it.
I couldn't sleep last night (see insomnia, depressed) so at 5 in the morning I went and ran 13 laps at the Mather Track. I'm pretty sure that's atleast 3 miles. Not bad except that I only stretched a little bit afterwards so now I'm really fucking sore. Then I slept from 8 to 3.
We should totally have Monty Python Night at the garage. I haven't seen anything except for the Holy Grail.
I remember listening to this song in the rain outside of the Little Theater waiting for Sims to make it to class because he was always late to class.
I've been listening to the same 32 songs for 2 days and the majority of them were recorded by a goat. Shouldn't I mind?
I'm finding it hard to get into Howard Zinn. I'm really interested about what he has to say about American history, but I guess maybe I'm just more in the mood for something fictional.
Gloria, thanks for the letter.
I want to somehow celebrate my broke ass-edness. The problem is, how do you throw a party without money?
I am thinking about selling my viola. I did promise myself that I would never play it again and it just takes up space in my room. Then if I sold my film camera for a decent amount of money, I could afford to get the shutter fixed on the AE-1 and maybe even have some money afterwards. Then if I sold my soul...
Seriously though, if anybody wants a viola, that shit is full-sized and has plenty of life left in it (plus it has all the life that it sucked out of me hahahaha). I'll talk to Mr. Martini if only because I haven't talked to him in hella long and see if he has any little kids that want to by my scratched up shit.
I'm going to see how long I can live off of Cheerios. They're honey nut, so I think I could last awhile.
Everybody go out and do something nice for yourself. You deserve it.