HAPPY 420, DUDES
guitar chords that i know: a, c, d, e, f, g
someone named maria "sexy flirted" with me on facebook, i'm pretty sure that sexy flirting is the same thing as sexy pageant.
everyone needs a sexy pageant move.
speaking of sexy pageant, i ran into christopher on the way to the bus and he was so drunk he was about to cry and we stood on the corner sharing my ipod speakers and then he got chinese food and i went on the bus. i am glad that i am not drunk.
i ate a weed brownie last night and told eleanor that i wanted to express myself. wtf.
apparently the covers show is supposed to start at 4:20 but meredith made secret no way motions at me.
the list of yesterday:
- horizontal stripes on the quilt
- thinking about how deconstruction has affected my life. in terms of: using this way of thinking for everything is such a bad idea. having decided that because it is maybe the smartest and somewhat fashionable among people who seem to matter that it is applicable in all situations was my biggest mistake, being analytical to the point that i decide everything is a construct, therefore not real, not important. trying to theorize away situations or feelings that are way more complicated than text...i had something, some kind of good idea i think, but was unable to get past the inherent destructiveness/my own stupidity/the fact that i'm not a robot.
- i am interested in freedom, just not death.
- fuck you, the awakening.
- i am way more excited by the idea of unexplainable phenomena than i am in calling everything a social construct or blaming it on freud.
- i still want to understand theory, i still read it, but there are places it doesn't belong:
- it doesn't really belong in painting most of the time at least not while i'm working
- other...stuff.
- last night after practice we had the greatest cleanup danceparty!
- my room smells terrible right now and i can't figure out why.
- i actually smelled terrible yesterday and couldn't figure out why, this weird gross b.o smell was in my nose all day but when i sniffed myself it wasn't me.
- i almost got a kitten last night on the way home when i went into the bodega to get change for the bus: i walked in, and sitting on this huge amazing guy was this little kitten and it took this man a little while to figure out why i was squeaking at him but then he let me hold the kitten and then asked me would i like a kitten and i said "would i ever!?" and he said "i'll be back in five minutes you wait here" and i waited and waited and then a little while later he came back and said that the kittens were already betrothed to some other people but come back in a month, which sux cause i'll be two days gone by then. but i really want one. and we need to stop having disgusting mice in our house, *disgusting in that they poop everywhere, adorable in that they are tiny and adorable.
-why am i writing about this? i should go.
someone named maria "sexy flirted" with me on facebook, i'm pretty sure that sexy flirting is the same thing as sexy pageant.
everyone needs a sexy pageant move.
speaking of sexy pageant, i ran into christopher on the way to the bus and he was so drunk he was about to cry and we stood on the corner sharing my ipod speakers and then he got chinese food and i went on the bus. i am glad that i am not drunk.
i ate a weed brownie last night and told eleanor that i wanted to express myself. wtf.
apparently the covers show is supposed to start at 4:20 but meredith made secret no way motions at me.
the list of yesterday:
- horizontal stripes on the quilt
- thinking about how deconstruction has affected my life. in terms of: using this way of thinking for everything is such a bad idea. having decided that because it is maybe the smartest and somewhat fashionable among people who seem to matter that it is applicable in all situations was my biggest mistake, being analytical to the point that i decide everything is a construct, therefore not real, not important. trying to theorize away situations or feelings that are way more complicated than text...i had something, some kind of good idea i think, but was unable to get past the inherent destructiveness/my own stupidity/the fact that i'm not a robot.
- i am interested in freedom, just not death.
- fuck you, the awakening.
- i am way more excited by the idea of unexplainable phenomena than i am in calling everything a social construct or blaming it on freud.
- i still want to understand theory, i still read it, but there are places it doesn't belong:
- it doesn't really belong in painting most of the time at least not while i'm working
- other...stuff.
- last night after practice we had the greatest cleanup danceparty!
- my room smells terrible right now and i can't figure out why.
- i actually smelled terrible yesterday and couldn't figure out why, this weird gross b.o smell was in my nose all day but when i sniffed myself it wasn't me.
- i almost got a kitten last night on the way home when i went into the bodega to get change for the bus: i walked in, and sitting on this huge amazing guy was this little kitten and it took this man a little while to figure out why i was squeaking at him but then he let me hold the kitten and then asked me would i like a kitten and i said "would i ever!?" and he said "i'll be back in five minutes you wait here" and i waited and waited and then a little while later he came back and said that the kittens were already betrothed to some other people but come back in a month, which sux cause i'll be two days gone by then. but i really want one. and we need to stop having disgusting mice in our house, *disgusting in that they poop everywhere, adorable in that they are tiny and adorable.
-why am i writing about this? i should go.