a karmic stain will bring you back to the gates again.
For this angsty entry I was going to choose a lyric from KT Tunstall's song "Suddenly I See" because it's an awesome song and as it turns out, it's about Patti Smith. I can't denote it as the song I was listening to; in fact the last song I was listening to (and actually considering putting on my iPod) was CKY's "Freestyle Chinese Rap"--operative word "considering. But here, just for YOU: she fills up every corner like she's born in black and white.
Just the facts, ma'am:
I sent BUST magazine a pitch about profiling Amanda Palmer for their Broadcast column and they said send the piece over. It isn't written but I'm not just going to let this opportunity roll by. Come on, how long have I've been bitching about BUST (ha, "bitching about BUST"; I've also bitched about Bitch)? Besides, I send some questions via email, type up 250-350 words, send some photos and BOOYAH! I told Janice and apparently she knew because she "cheated" when it came to her anti-internet experiment. She responded with a joyful text. I'm actually starting to like texting and might get a phone with a *GASPITY GASP GASP* keypad. Today I sent this dude two texts: one in the morning: "how i wonder what will become of us" and went back to sleep for like five years and again this evening (technically yesterday evening) "i'm just a girl out looking 4 love" See how I used the 4? Very textual.
The college shit is progressive...sorta like a downloading that's inching across the screen. I'm hoping my classes don't get drop cuz I can't foot the bill...I at least had my tuition voucher and the day I took the placement testing was the day payment was due. I thought I had everything in order but I hadn't listed Bunker HIll on my FAFSA so I did that 10 minutes before going into Rapid/Rabid Registration. I was so convinced that I was such a loser for not being able to pay for even community college I almost left. But some lady with a mid-European-whateverean accent helped me. I totally bullshitted the math because I fucking hate math and will argue that to the grave. Seriously, it's fucking sucks. But I can appreciate irony---to be exempt you have to score a 51 or higher. With my random clicking I scored a 50.
I was in between English classes and they wanted me to give a writing sample. I asked if I could bring one and they said I had to produce one on site (yeah, I know, it all sounds very drug test-like). Out of sheer frustration and wanting to leaveness I said I'd take the English class because it'd be "an easy A". The ladychick with the accent told me that as true as that might be why spend so much money to take a course and not be challenged? I told her I'd return to write/piss in a cup.
Then I went to the shrink who gave me all the meds except the one she said she'd give me to help me sleep...the 10 mg of Ambien. Which is why I am posting this shit at 12:32 AM eastern time instead of sleeping like a normal person. Or maybe the pharmacy didn't deliver...whatever her reason, I'm not going back to her.
Oh yeah, the texting thing. Umm, due to no sleep I usually dick around on the Internets but my dick found a nice spot to nestle and talked to this guy. We were gonna play Truth or Dare, which I thought was only one way to play online and was like, "No to the nth". I didn't even send him a picture of me. He sent me one of him. He's cute. I guess the lack of sleep was making me really neurotic and weird (more than usual) because I was saying "Gimme Danger" and using words like "ebullient" and talking about hacking myself with a butcher knife. But I put his number in my phone. What is to become of this? A Chris Hansen Dateline exclusive? Murder? Mayhem? Marriage? I dunno, but it kills time. So I "welcomed" him into my phone in which Tina Fey is the wallpaper and "Ghetto Love" by Spinnerette is the ringtone. And those were the lines I used:
Oh how I wonder what will become of us?
and later...
I'm just a girl out looking 4 love
If he gets it that will be cool but I can totally see why he would be like "WTF?" Just like that because it's texting.
Just the facts, ma'am:
I sent BUST magazine a pitch about profiling Amanda Palmer for their Broadcast column and they said send the piece over. It isn't written but I'm not just going to let this opportunity roll by. Come on, how long have I've been bitching about BUST (ha, "bitching about BUST"; I've also bitched about Bitch)? Besides, I send some questions via email, type up 250-350 words, send some photos and BOOYAH! I told Janice and apparently she knew because she "cheated" when it came to her anti-internet experiment. She responded with a joyful text. I'm actually starting to like texting and might get a phone with a *GASPITY GASP GASP* keypad. Today I sent this dude two texts: one in the morning: "how i wonder what will become of us" and went back to sleep for like five years and again this evening (technically yesterday evening) "i'm just a girl out looking 4 love" See how I used the 4? Very textual.
The college shit is progressive...sorta like a downloading that's inching across the screen. I'm hoping my classes don't get drop cuz I can't foot the bill...I at least had my tuition voucher and the day I took the placement testing was the day payment was due. I thought I had everything in order but I hadn't listed Bunker HIll on my FAFSA so I did that 10 minutes before going into Rapid/Rabid Registration. I was so convinced that I was such a loser for not being able to pay for even community college I almost left. But some lady with a mid-European-whateverean accent helped me. I totally bullshitted the math because I fucking hate math and will argue that to the grave. Seriously, it's fucking sucks. But I can appreciate irony---to be exempt you have to score a 51 or higher. With my random clicking I scored a 50.
I was in between English classes and they wanted me to give a writing sample. I asked if I could bring one and they said I had to produce one on site (yeah, I know, it all sounds very drug test-like). Out of sheer frustration and wanting to leaveness I said I'd take the English class because it'd be "an easy A". The ladychick with the accent told me that as true as that might be why spend so much money to take a course and not be challenged? I told her I'd return to write/piss in a cup.
Then I went to the shrink who gave me all the meds except the one she said she'd give me to help me sleep...the 10 mg of Ambien. Which is why I am posting this shit at 12:32 AM eastern time instead of sleeping like a normal person. Or maybe the pharmacy didn't deliver...whatever her reason, I'm not going back to her.
Oh yeah, the texting thing. Umm, due to no sleep I usually dick around on the Internets but my dick found a nice spot to nestle and talked to this guy. We were gonna play Truth or Dare, which I thought was only one way to play online and was like, "No to the nth". I didn't even send him a picture of me. He sent me one of him. He's cute. I guess the lack of sleep was making me really neurotic and weird (more than usual) because I was saying "Gimme Danger" and using words like "ebullient" and talking about hacking myself with a butcher knife. But I put his number in my phone. What is to become of this? A Chris Hansen Dateline exclusive? Murder? Mayhem? Marriage? I dunno, but it kills time. So I "welcomed" him into my phone in which Tina Fey is the wallpaper and "Ghetto Love" by Spinnerette is the ringtone. And those were the lines I used:
Oh how I wonder what will become of us?
and later...
I'm just a girl out looking 4 love
If he gets it that will be cool but I can totally see why he would be like "WTF?" Just like that because it's texting.