GLue stic ponderings
Well........
Is a deep subject.
since the insert image icon is not working I suppose I'll just say that life has thrown me into writing profusely about everything. Not life just Englsih 101. 12.56 and I should be at the beach it is way too nice outside to not. I think I"m going to take my library books my journal and pen and drive to south beach , sit out there, all by my lonesome and write and read.
took an ocean oceanography test today, which was fairly good.
I'm just thinking that I'm jelous of people who get to move away from home and go to school on scholarships, and actually do well and love what they do. I want to move around and find my favorite college. you know? I've never been to Georgia, or Idaho, or California, or Montana.
I wonder where teresa is in seattle. I wish I could go and see her. I have the means, just not the time.
I don't like getting up at 4 am to work. I think I'm just going to find a new job.
Who is the guy I keep seeing? I want to know who he is.
I had a strange dream last night. My guy friend and I had doilies on our heads while in a church. I was watching my sister sing in the chior. the Dahli Lama had boy gaurds 6 of them who protected her. I preceived the Dahli lama as an old woman and lookin out the window with her, seeing mountains in the distance. Then fighting a large tin foil worm that was underground, and getting away form it by climging a tree. Flinging scoops of ice cream at my friends and playing in a large open field with them.
I understand the doilie part. I think of them as gettig old. or may be as a drapery. that we are hiding how we really feel. That we had matching doilies, makes us similar.
I don't like this island. It's like a baracade for the wierd people, and the one's who want to escape their problems or make more. Then there are the old people who vacation here.
I need to go to the beach now.
I"m upset.
this place isnt' where I want to be.
Take me away.
Oh this is funny I heart stumbleupon. thanks michael.
http://www.davidshrigley.com/photo_htmpgs/notice.html
rarh.
Is a deep subject.
since the insert image icon is not working I suppose I'll just say that life has thrown me into writing profusely about everything. Not life just Englsih 101. 12.56 and I should be at the beach it is way too nice outside to not. I think I"m going to take my library books my journal and pen and drive to south beach , sit out there, all by my lonesome and write and read.
took an ocean oceanography test today, which was fairly good.
I'm just thinking that I'm jelous of people who get to move away from home and go to school on scholarships, and actually do well and love what they do. I want to move around and find my favorite college. you know? I've never been to Georgia, or Idaho, or California, or Montana.
I wonder where teresa is in seattle. I wish I could go and see her. I have the means, just not the time.
I don't like getting up at 4 am to work. I think I'm just going to find a new job.
Who is the guy I keep seeing? I want to know who he is.
I had a strange dream last night. My guy friend and I had doilies on our heads while in a church. I was watching my sister sing in the chior. the Dahli Lama had boy gaurds 6 of them who protected her. I preceived the Dahli lama as an old woman and lookin out the window with her, seeing mountains in the distance. Then fighting a large tin foil worm that was underground, and getting away form it by climging a tree. Flinging scoops of ice cream at my friends and playing in a large open field with them.
I understand the doilie part. I think of them as gettig old. or may be as a drapery. that we are hiding how we really feel. That we had matching doilies, makes us similar.
I don't like this island. It's like a baracade for the wierd people, and the one's who want to escape their problems or make more. Then there are the old people who vacation here.
I need to go to the beach now.
I"m upset.
this place isnt' where I want to be.
Take me away.
Oh this is funny I heart stumbleupon. thanks michael.
http://www.davidshrigley.com/photo_htmpgs/notice.html
rarh.