Nov 03, 2006 09:17
i feel like i'm on crack right now and i just did some homework in which i talked about how fun it is to do activites with the theme of religious hypocrisy. and my feet are fucking freezing!! i think that's one of the reasons i feel so fucking BAH. the cold makes me hyper. i should get some toast and turn up the heat.
but no not just yet for now i will talk about myself in an extremely pretentious manner because that's what i feel like doing!! so ha!
novembre is going to be the month that breaks or makes me, and us, but i still like to pretend that doesn't exist. basically i have so much shit going down this month i could choke on it. think about that image for a moment. enjoy it. savour it.
and moving right along. i am moving. i have given my notice and i will be out by the 1st of dec whether that place i looked at with the art student, the kitten and a 10 min walk to....takes me or not!
one of my current roommates to me the other day. (keep in mind their all super christians)
her:so me and *name removed but other roomate* were talking and we were thinking sometime this month we could like decorate for christmas sometime. would you wanna do that?
me: oh..no i don't celebrate christmas.
her *face falls*oh...well...would you be okay with it if we decorate?
me:oh ya sure go ahead..i don't have a problem with it, i just don't celebrate it.
god it was awesome. and yes i realise that i do celebrate christmas (sort of..loosely the past couple of years) but ooooh it felt so delicious.
i feel really judgemental of people. and more observational too lately. not of people i know though. random people on the bus, or walking. like i'll notice the way someone walks or the way they talk. and i swear some oriental people must think i'm crazy because lately i can't stop staring at them. because their faces just interest me so much at the moment. but not just oriental people, people in general too. i'm developing quite a starin problem.
i need a big bottle of whiskey and my sweetheart to calm me down.
i want shiny new handcuffs and a big strong man to hold me down.
and then maybe baby my mind'll stop spinning round.
bad poetry to be revisited at a later date. yeehaw.