you'd think that I could muster up a little soft shoe, gentle sway
but i don't feel like dancing
no
so NO DANCING TODAY
so. some interesting things that happened in my life recently
I saw sicko. it was pretty good as a film, you know, as long as you take it all with a grain of salt and recognize that michael moore takes a lot of poetic lisences or whatever you call that. whatever. it made me cry like 9 times and i feel a very strong urge to move to france immediately.
I've been recording my music and hitting road blocks. i need better recording equipment. i'm at the point where i want to make myself an artist myspace page and really get this shit out there. but the recording quality is SO MOTHERFUCKING SHITTY. pardonmyfrench. zamora street is quality though. it deserves to be heard without all the fucking static and the goddamn hot mic. alewglaejhbv,ajbdljbalgauiehg!!!!!!!!
i went to corinna's shindig on the 4th and had a pretty memorable time. i started drinking at 3, by 11:30 i was in some random guy's apt, had no idea where corinna was, and apparently thought it would be wise to eat a pot brownie. by 11:45 i was vomitting on a stranger's bedroom floor. fireworks were going on in the background. it was very sexy.
its an admirable thing that after this guy watched me vomit on his floor, he put me to bed nicely, and when i woke up an hour later, hung out with me, kissed me, talked to me all night at the risk of oversleeping and being late for work the next day, and said (when he thought that i was asleep) that i was a pretty exceptional girl (as opposed to saying, like, "i can't believe you upchucked all over my stuff and now i'm letting you sleep in my room"). and even crazier! he called me and asked me to hang out in his apt AGAIN last night! and he didn't even seem worried that i was gonna projectile vomit at all! i thought that was really cool of him. i have to buy him a new towel though... cuz ick...
waht else what else... i went to see angeline and the bitters and trucadero (sp?) at the lizard lounge the other night. it was pretty sick cuz i got in with a press pass. cuz i'm just that special. and now i'm thinking about jamming with some of these people soon. which is especially cool cuz they're all adults and working musicians. you know, like people who actually support themselves financially by playing music. the anticipation is sort of giving me goosebumps.
uh are you allowed to camp out by walden pond? just like set up a little tent and stay there for a couple nights? cuz i have a few days off and dave and i were thinking about going just like old times... but we really don't want to get arrested...
close your eyes! draw an octopus!
no
so NO DANCING TODAY
so. some interesting things that happened in my life recently
I saw sicko. it was pretty good as a film, you know, as long as you take it all with a grain of salt and recognize that michael moore takes a lot of poetic lisences or whatever you call that. whatever. it made me cry like 9 times and i feel a very strong urge to move to france immediately.
I've been recording my music and hitting road blocks. i need better recording equipment. i'm at the point where i want to make myself an artist myspace page and really get this shit out there. but the recording quality is SO MOTHERFUCKING SHITTY. pardonmyfrench. zamora street is quality though. it deserves to be heard without all the fucking static and the goddamn hot mic. alewglaejhbv,ajbdljbalgauiehg!!!!!!!!
i went to corinna's shindig on the 4th and had a pretty memorable time. i started drinking at 3, by 11:30 i was in some random guy's apt, had no idea where corinna was, and apparently thought it would be wise to eat a pot brownie. by 11:45 i was vomitting on a stranger's bedroom floor. fireworks were going on in the background. it was very sexy.
its an admirable thing that after this guy watched me vomit on his floor, he put me to bed nicely, and when i woke up an hour later, hung out with me, kissed me, talked to me all night at the risk of oversleeping and being late for work the next day, and said (when he thought that i was asleep) that i was a pretty exceptional girl (as opposed to saying, like, "i can't believe you upchucked all over my stuff and now i'm letting you sleep in my room"). and even crazier! he called me and asked me to hang out in his apt AGAIN last night! and he didn't even seem worried that i was gonna projectile vomit at all! i thought that was really cool of him. i have to buy him a new towel though... cuz ick...
waht else what else... i went to see angeline and the bitters and trucadero (sp?) at the lizard lounge the other night. it was pretty sick cuz i got in with a press pass. cuz i'm just that special. and now i'm thinking about jamming with some of these people soon. which is especially cool cuz they're all adults and working musicians. you know, like people who actually support themselves financially by playing music. the anticipation is sort of giving me goosebumps.
uh are you allowed to camp out by walden pond? just like set up a little tent and stay there for a couple nights? cuz i have a few days off and dave and i were thinking about going just like old times... but we really don't want to get arrested...
close your eyes! draw an octopus!