a tale of putting a rat in a sock.
ugh. i've been sick all week with some nondescript sinus-y headache factory that has put a serious damper on just about everything. i did od on mucinex the other night out of short-tempered-ness and impatience, and all that did was make me hack even grosser shit up.
forgot i had an essay on cinderella (what the fuck) due tuesday, which meant i skipped my modern health class and free balled three pages of total bullshit in half an hour, then typed it up in another half an hour. i fucking hate typing essays. i got an a+ on it, mostly because i made a reference to dolphins proclivities for gang rape and murder. and now this is going to be "published" in the department newsletter. oh boy.
i failed my first test, which of course was in that fucking frog's health class. it was a test about WEIGHT LIFTING, which is not even in the fucking book. why is a class ostensibly structured around modern health issues even bothering with testing me on my knowledge of mindless jockery? because the professor has a degree in gym teacher arts. on a completely related note, he is also a complete fuckwad.
the weekend was pretty fuckin' interesting, man. it's all a bit hazy, but things were rather tense, i think. j did find his pot though, which usually what happens whenever he accuses somebody of yoinking something.
i had band practice yesterday, again today, and a show with a bunch of fucking junkies tomorrow. i've been especially pissy all week, what the congestion and uninterrupted headache, so hopefully the opportunity to do a little punching will present itself. that, or the off chance i'll meet a nice girl. i wish i could type cynical laughter.
speaking of things with holes in them, i went to the library today to get some more comic books and there was this like, really cute college age chick working the checkout desk. pale enough to see face veins and obviously not too overly concerned with her personal appearance, i was kinda like...oh jeez, now i have to talk to this person. because those library ladies always have to say something to you because that's what library ladies do. so i slap my stupid comic books on the counter and hand her my library card and there must be some kind of list of your past library deeds that pops up on their friggin computer or something because she does like a little "pff" thing and says "you read alot of comic books, don't you?" very condescending-like. i mumbled and gtfo-ed.
then i had some cap'n crunch, which was fuckin good.
today i plan to get drunk by any means necessary, because i'm sure that will make me forget i'm sick. which would be nice, because i haven't been able to think about much of anything aside from breathing and waking up every hour or so to wipe fucking snot off my fucking pillow. i don't like it, i fucking hate it.
also, my fucking cats have found a goddamn jingle bell somewhere. where did cats get a fucking jingle bell in march? we don't even have a christmas tree, for chrissakes. but they really, REALLY love smacking it around the apartment at four in the damn morning, which obviously doesn't wake jim duffy out of his chemical stupor but sure as shit makes it a whole lot harder for me to sleep unaided.
i woke up at 6:53 today because i forgot to turn my stupid alarm off from yesterday. that really pissed me off, because there was obviously no way in heaven i was going to get back to sleep with my face pulsating like something i can't even think of a simile for right now.
finally unloaded that wine fridge for my mom on craigslist to some goofy jew who wouldn't even help carry it down the stairs.
uhh...watched this overbearingly depressing documentary called "home", which was basically like what planet earth would be like if read by a pale imitation of sigourney weaver (which i believe was fully intentional) and comprised solely of high altitude aerial shots of shit you can't even tell is a landscape half the time. also, if it could try to be any more condescending, as in a billion more times condescending than anything michael moore or al gore has ever done, i think i would have just started eating myself feet first. blargh.
yeah, that's enough kvetching fer now.
forgot i had an essay on cinderella (what the fuck) due tuesday, which meant i skipped my modern health class and free balled three pages of total bullshit in half an hour, then typed it up in another half an hour. i fucking hate typing essays. i got an a+ on it, mostly because i made a reference to dolphins proclivities for gang rape and murder. and now this is going to be "published" in the department newsletter. oh boy.
i failed my first test, which of course was in that fucking frog's health class. it was a test about WEIGHT LIFTING, which is not even in the fucking book. why is a class ostensibly structured around modern health issues even bothering with testing me on my knowledge of mindless jockery? because the professor has a degree in gym teacher arts. on a completely related note, he is also a complete fuckwad.
the weekend was pretty fuckin' interesting, man. it's all a bit hazy, but things were rather tense, i think. j did find his pot though, which usually what happens whenever he accuses somebody of yoinking something.
i had band practice yesterday, again today, and a show with a bunch of fucking junkies tomorrow. i've been especially pissy all week, what the congestion and uninterrupted headache, so hopefully the opportunity to do a little punching will present itself. that, or the off chance i'll meet a nice girl. i wish i could type cynical laughter.
speaking of things with holes in them, i went to the library today to get some more comic books and there was this like, really cute college age chick working the checkout desk. pale enough to see face veins and obviously not too overly concerned with her personal appearance, i was kinda like...oh jeez, now i have to talk to this person. because those library ladies always have to say something to you because that's what library ladies do. so i slap my stupid comic books on the counter and hand her my library card and there must be some kind of list of your past library deeds that pops up on their friggin computer or something because she does like a little "pff" thing and says "you read alot of comic books, don't you?" very condescending-like. i mumbled and gtfo-ed.
then i had some cap'n crunch, which was fuckin good.
today i plan to get drunk by any means necessary, because i'm sure that will make me forget i'm sick. which would be nice, because i haven't been able to think about much of anything aside from breathing and waking up every hour or so to wipe fucking snot off my fucking pillow. i don't like it, i fucking hate it.
also, my fucking cats have found a goddamn jingle bell somewhere. where did cats get a fucking jingle bell in march? we don't even have a christmas tree, for chrissakes. but they really, REALLY love smacking it around the apartment at four in the damn morning, which obviously doesn't wake jim duffy out of his chemical stupor but sure as shit makes it a whole lot harder for me to sleep unaided.
i woke up at 6:53 today because i forgot to turn my stupid alarm off from yesterday. that really pissed me off, because there was obviously no way in heaven i was going to get back to sleep with my face pulsating like something i can't even think of a simile for right now.
finally unloaded that wine fridge for my mom on craigslist to some goofy jew who wouldn't even help carry it down the stairs.
uhh...watched this overbearingly depressing documentary called "home", which was basically like what planet earth would be like if read by a pale imitation of sigourney weaver (which i believe was fully intentional) and comprised solely of high altitude aerial shots of shit you can't even tell is a landscape half the time. also, if it could try to be any more condescending, as in a billion more times condescending than anything michael moore or al gore has ever done, i think i would have just started eating myself feet first. blargh.
yeah, that's enough kvetching fer now.