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i got a wicked sun burn on my chest, stomach, and thighs today while sitting on my porch drinking pomegranate green tea, it was delicious. a weekend to relax, then a week to cram, then a week of bitter hellish finals. i didnt get to see brokeback mountain at the slb, missed it every time. so many movies to see, so little time. would anyone boycott "thank you for smoking" with me due to mass popularity and it's "coolness"? things that are cool should be boycotted, i think. and the weather, a constant conversation topic, is beautiful.
its cold in the slb, and my sun burn burns.
personally, i though that yeti party was lame. all the new faces there look boring and shallow. cant complain about the beer. those classy gents will always insist on yingling kegs to start an evening, then follow them up pbr. and i smoked these cigarettes which made me notice how much everyone just throws their butts carelessly to the ground, and how they hold and drag them. i must have emptied half a dozen butts out of my pocket when i got home, drunk and disgruntled, to a full house of awake roommates, who love and care for me.
for dinner tonight i have whole wheat ravioli with roasted red peppers and tomato sauce. to roast red peppers, just put them in a pan with oil and put them in the oven, on broil. broil is my favorite setting on the oven right now, and i have taken to broiling breads, garlic, sandwiches, and vegetables. actually, i havent been cooking at all for a while now. this morning i went to publix and bought pomegranate green tea, silk soy coffee drink, publix ice tea, publix bakery breakfast bread, and brown cow yogurt.
without a movie, the slb is quiet tonight, and im reading sun magazine and the fsview, board out of my mind. out side my mind you say? no, still stuck inside. but im feeling more comfortable in my skin at least. its been a while, and it will be a while (and infinite props to someone who knows where that line is from). hint: tom hanks.
there is a banquet in the 101's tonight, and it seems every one attending has dates. interesting to see who dates who, i think. people are interesting. its almost constant that each person equates their other half in looks, style, and composure. they all ask for directions, always the women. they all look "elegant", dressed to the nines, and at this point of being so "done up" they all seem confident. the men with the cutest dates look the least confident, eyes always moving about the room, hands always on the back of their dates as though it would provide a warning if they ever drift away. people are interesting.
its nice to follow a period in your life where your not so confident with ego-mania. well, its not nice, it just happens, like break ups and new love just happens. the hardest part of this whole ordeal is knowing when to let go of Love, and realizing so much more about your friends around you, and your friends that are never around you. these have been my saving graces: amy thomas, amelia fry, alan wells, joseph parslow, kelly miskowiskowski, and megan millet.
a couple weeks ago i looked at my life and was overwhelmed by this lost masculinity, and in a gut reaction i have tried to get it back. even still, at 4 in the morning i listen to Joni or Nico, Jenny Lewis, Tilly and the Wall, Ani. my shirts all look like baby doll t's and my hair has body, which ive only heard in reference to womens hair.
and a word on the crazy clits, the topic that everyone loved to talk about. i stand behind my ideals and know i am naive, both which i arrogantly attribute to my youth. is our broken social circle a product of alienation? consider this: us white males only alienate ourselves in immaturity, and when faced with this "girl gang" so many of us passed judgement and criticized when we should have kept our mouths shut. and what happened, who failed, we lost cpe, we lost our optimism, we lost our friendships. whos empowered, whos rests on false empowerment. in this third wave we are individuals, and must act as individuals, but we are collectives as well, and i remain behind my ideals when i say i fully support them in all their endeavors, from tagging to flyering at shows to pouring beer on carlos at that party, rock on jessie.
i wrote this for you, joey, i think.
its cold in the slb, and my sun burn burns.
personally, i though that yeti party was lame. all the new faces there look boring and shallow. cant complain about the beer. those classy gents will always insist on yingling kegs to start an evening, then follow them up pbr. and i smoked these cigarettes which made me notice how much everyone just throws their butts carelessly to the ground, and how they hold and drag them. i must have emptied half a dozen butts out of my pocket when i got home, drunk and disgruntled, to a full house of awake roommates, who love and care for me.
for dinner tonight i have whole wheat ravioli with roasted red peppers and tomato sauce. to roast red peppers, just put them in a pan with oil and put them in the oven, on broil. broil is my favorite setting on the oven right now, and i have taken to broiling breads, garlic, sandwiches, and vegetables. actually, i havent been cooking at all for a while now. this morning i went to publix and bought pomegranate green tea, silk soy coffee drink, publix ice tea, publix bakery breakfast bread, and brown cow yogurt.
without a movie, the slb is quiet tonight, and im reading sun magazine and the fsview, board out of my mind. out side my mind you say? no, still stuck inside. but im feeling more comfortable in my skin at least. its been a while, and it will be a while (and infinite props to someone who knows where that line is from). hint: tom hanks.
there is a banquet in the 101's tonight, and it seems every one attending has dates. interesting to see who dates who, i think. people are interesting. its almost constant that each person equates their other half in looks, style, and composure. they all ask for directions, always the women. they all look "elegant", dressed to the nines, and at this point of being so "done up" they all seem confident. the men with the cutest dates look the least confident, eyes always moving about the room, hands always on the back of their dates as though it would provide a warning if they ever drift away. people are interesting.
its nice to follow a period in your life where your not so confident with ego-mania. well, its not nice, it just happens, like break ups and new love just happens. the hardest part of this whole ordeal is knowing when to let go of Love, and realizing so much more about your friends around you, and your friends that are never around you. these have been my saving graces: amy thomas, amelia fry, alan wells, joseph parslow, kelly miskowiskowski, and megan millet.
a couple weeks ago i looked at my life and was overwhelmed by this lost masculinity, and in a gut reaction i have tried to get it back. even still, at 4 in the morning i listen to Joni or Nico, Jenny Lewis, Tilly and the Wall, Ani. my shirts all look like baby doll t's and my hair has body, which ive only heard in reference to womens hair.
and a word on the crazy clits, the topic that everyone loved to talk about. i stand behind my ideals and know i am naive, both which i arrogantly attribute to my youth. is our broken social circle a product of alienation? consider this: us white males only alienate ourselves in immaturity, and when faced with this "girl gang" so many of us passed judgement and criticized when we should have kept our mouths shut. and what happened, who failed, we lost cpe, we lost our optimism, we lost our friendships. whos empowered, whos rests on false empowerment. in this third wave we are individuals, and must act as individuals, but we are collectives as well, and i remain behind my ideals when i say i fully support them in all their endeavors, from tagging to flyering at shows to pouring beer on carlos at that party, rock on jessie.
i wrote this for you, joey, i think.