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this hurricane cluttered our walkway and flooded the hole in our backyard. it cancelled school for three days and initiated a hardcore diet of chocolate chip cookies.
for some reason, my memory card was filled with the euphoric faces of my fellow-hurricane-rider-outters half asleep bundled on the couch or sprawled out on the floor. this was the typical pace of this six-day weekend, which felt more like three hours.
alot of people went home. i decided i didnt want to sie on the turnpike. its not how im going out, man.
it was pretty dead around here. not that gainesville is typically lively. friday, i got a tune up and went to waffle house with lucie and spent money at tj maxx. on important hurricane supplies. like..jeans..and perfume...
but then saturday we drove all the way to hawthorne to get free sandbags. free sandbags we didnt really end up needing but got anyway.
everything between then and tuesday afternoon was a blurred by binge cookie eating, napping and being high.
and then monday, labor day, our electricity went out. it was hot. and dark. so we huddled on the staircase where the candlelight was concentrated. thats not the reason why we were there, i was just observing. its stupid when people correct themselves in informal internet writing, like i just did, because the tendency is for the people on the other end to just kinda skim over. perhaps that is just my bastardized technology-driven-instant-satisfaction-add-butt logic.
perhaps it was the moodlighting, but we became inspired to play truth or dare and share girlie secrets. and then the boys crashed the game.
and mikey did his amazing gymnastic routine of trying to do handstands. he's awesome.
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today its hot as balls. seriously, if you have balls take their temperature and youll know how hot motherfucking gainesville is right now.
my portuguese class is in this random building across the street from the main campus. reason number 39864983689 why we shouldnt be in school today was that that freaking random building had no power today. no one knew until we got there. students and teachers alike were scratching their heads. many with the 'fuck this' attitude left. others with the 'i wanna save my absences till the end of the semester whenthe shit hits the fan' attitude hung around. so my teacher held class in the parking garage. seriously, i sat on a bike rack.
the school was twiggy and leafy and mossy today. i cut my toe on the broken end of a branch that was on the ground.
im a social wreck, by the way. today i saw ed from the rio program. me and him didnt really talk. unless i was inebriated, in which case i dunno what kind of words were exchanged. he seems alright. he was more than civil with me today in conversation despite my spasticness and inability to stop talking about inane things. he's a business major and i cant stop thinking about that when i see him. in that compartment of my brain that holds the predispositions lies the idea that i have nothing in common with someone that is a business major. it is very stupid of me to judge people on majors but i cant help it.
theres alot of other predispositions i have. and i use them to judge people.
for example
. i dont think i could ever like someone named sydney. especially if they shortened it to syd.
. shaggy mustaches on old hispanic men makes me feel more sympathetic to them for somereason. [i was watching this movie once wheni was younger, and in it, they kill this mexican cholo with a shaggy mustache and i started crying.]
. colored eye contacts and blond highlights make me want to throw up
but then again, jon is a business major and diana was sort of a businessy person. and paola once wore colored eye contacts.
p.s. thanks justin! it took me like an hour to get to the point that you saw, i was about to give up.
for some reason, my memory card was filled with the euphoric faces of my fellow-hurricane-rider-outters half asleep bundled on the couch or sprawled out on the floor. this was the typical pace of this six-day weekend, which felt more like three hours.
alot of people went home. i decided i didnt want to sie on the turnpike. its not how im going out, man.
it was pretty dead around here. not that gainesville is typically lively. friday, i got a tune up and went to waffle house with lucie and spent money at tj maxx. on important hurricane supplies. like..jeans..and perfume...
but then saturday we drove all the way to hawthorne to get free sandbags. free sandbags we didnt really end up needing but got anyway.
everything between then and tuesday afternoon was a blurred by binge cookie eating, napping and being high.
and then monday, labor day, our electricity went out. it was hot. and dark. so we huddled on the staircase where the candlelight was concentrated. thats not the reason why we were there, i was just observing. its stupid when people correct themselves in informal internet writing, like i just did, because the tendency is for the people on the other end to just kinda skim over. perhaps that is just my bastardized technology-driven-instant-satisfaction-add-butt logic.
perhaps it was the moodlighting, but we became inspired to play truth or dare and share girlie secrets. and then the boys crashed the game.
and mikey did his amazing gymnastic routine of trying to do handstands. he's awesome.
--
today its hot as balls. seriously, if you have balls take their temperature and youll know how hot motherfucking gainesville is right now.
my portuguese class is in this random building across the street from the main campus. reason number 39864983689 why we shouldnt be in school today was that that freaking random building had no power today. no one knew until we got there. students and teachers alike were scratching their heads. many with the 'fuck this' attitude left. others with the 'i wanna save my absences till the end of the semester whenthe shit hits the fan' attitude hung around. so my teacher held class in the parking garage. seriously, i sat on a bike rack.
the school was twiggy and leafy and mossy today. i cut my toe on the broken end of a branch that was on the ground.
im a social wreck, by the way. today i saw ed from the rio program. me and him didnt really talk. unless i was inebriated, in which case i dunno what kind of words were exchanged. he seems alright. he was more than civil with me today in conversation despite my spasticness and inability to stop talking about inane things. he's a business major and i cant stop thinking about that when i see him. in that compartment of my brain that holds the predispositions lies the idea that i have nothing in common with someone that is a business major. it is very stupid of me to judge people on majors but i cant help it.
theres alot of other predispositions i have. and i use them to judge people.
for example
. i dont think i could ever like someone named sydney. especially if they shortened it to syd.
. shaggy mustaches on old hispanic men makes me feel more sympathetic to them for somereason. [i was watching this movie once wheni was younger, and in it, they kill this mexican cholo with a shaggy mustache and i started crying.]
. colored eye contacts and blond highlights make me want to throw up
but then again, jon is a business major and diana was sort of a businessy person. and paola once wore colored eye contacts.
p.s. thanks justin! it took me like an hour to get to the point that you saw, i was about to give up.