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Sweet god. I just sat in a chair for 5 1/2 hours writing a philosophy paper on how "ancient texts influenced the philosophical thought of Machiavelli and the Renaissance." My mind is like a gelatenous goo, somewhere between jello and motor oil. I'm having self destructive thoughts, like drinking a six pack of Samuel Adams Winter Lager for example. Or playing with my Samwise until my hand is covered in bleeding cuts and red from allergic reactions. Tomorrow i have a math exam at 9am. Tuesday i have a design project due. Wednesday i have to give an oral research proposal in front of my class and i've yet to decide on what exactly. I'm getting drunker than i've ever been on December 9th. This strange and terrible dream will have come to an end.
This Thursday we's all be going to see The Arcade Fire @ the Magic Stick if anyone is interested. They rock it out. Did fall happen? Did i miss it? Was i sleeping? What's with this winter bullshit creeping into the world so soon? The Arcade Fire will explain it all for us.
We, that being me, deathkit, songhee, brightcorners and our new droog Rachel, went to the Blind Pig on Friday to see Stella Comedy. It was some of the funniest shit. Even though i froze my effing ass off for almost an hour waiting to get in. I seriously couldn't feel my toes. But it was worth it. On the drive home, listening to Pinback's 'Summer In Abaddon', i saw the first snowfall of the season. It was terrible and beautiful all at the same time. I almost fell asleep and killed us all.
I was just skimming a bit of Aristotle for my paper and he just whispered to me across the dusty eons, "One swallow does not make a summer.”
This Thursday we's all be going to see The Arcade Fire @ the Magic Stick if anyone is interested. They rock it out. Did fall happen? Did i miss it? Was i sleeping? What's with this winter bullshit creeping into the world so soon? The Arcade Fire will explain it all for us.
We, that being me, deathkit, songhee, brightcorners and our new droog Rachel, went to the Blind Pig on Friday to see Stella Comedy. It was some of the funniest shit. Even though i froze my effing ass off for almost an hour waiting to get in. I seriously couldn't feel my toes. But it was worth it. On the drive home, listening to Pinback's 'Summer In Abaddon', i saw the first snowfall of the season. It was terrible and beautiful all at the same time. I almost fell asleep and killed us all.
I was just skimming a bit of Aristotle for my paper and he just whispered to me across the dusty eons, "One swallow does not make a summer.”