But when I say let's keep in touch I really mean I wish that you'd grow up.
This week has been absolutely tiring. I am pretty sure I have figured out the meaning of the Universe. You think to yourself, "Rad." No, sir, not rad. The meaning of life is certainly unrad. As in the opposite of. It is a lot of pressure -- wisdom is a weight. I have been drinking a lot more and a lot more during periods that some may conclude aren't exactly socially acceptable times to consume alcoholic beverage (singular). I justify this in two ways: I work nights, so my mornings are really like your five in the afternoon; and, I have a lot to drink about. It sounds pretty sick, but personally I think it's pretty much the sanest thing I could do at times like these. 2012 is coming.
I really want to learn Spanish.
I don't understand what everyone's thing is with Tom Cruise. He's an awesome actor and I like watching him. Filmology and personally. The scientology thing is just a rich, talented man's way of dealing with his insignificance. People, please let him deal. The only difference between scientology and christianity is, well, the money. They're both elaborate, fabricated tales created by science-fiction writers. It's just scientology is a little more elite (and beautiful). Give him another chance, he's just like everyone else.
I'm taking the GREs in two weeks. Wow. Say it again: GREs. Two Weeks. ...I'm telling myself not to worry about it. Aim low, score high. If I think I did horrible, I will make mommy pay for another round at the end of September and be moderately more prepared. But only moderately. I'm telling you, I will be in mother fucking Boston for my twenty-second birthday. Or San Diego. Or Chicago. Maybe Seattle. But probably mother fucking Boston.
On my iPod right now: Dixie Chicks' "Ready to Run", Shakira's "Estoy Aqui", "The Beginning" from the 28 Days Later soundtrack, Joy Division's "Love Will Tear Us Apart". If there is a God (which I can conclusively deny you) then he must be speaking through my portable mp3 device.
And now for late night conversations with Doug Greggory:
Doug says, "I like background music. You know. Like sex music. I just like to know its there but I don't want to listen."
JT looks away really quickly and mouths "what" to no one.
Doug giggles slightly and then asks, "What?"
JT says, "I didn't even respond. I mean, there was a facial expression, but I looked away really quick."
This entry just keeps getting longer.
From Allen Ginsberg's "Howl" Line 40.
"Who lost their loveboys to the three old shrews of fate the one eyed shrew of the hetereosexual dollar the one eyed shrew that winks out of the womb and the one eyed shrew that does nothing but sit on her ass and snip the intellectual golden threads of the craftsman's loom."
I really want to learn Spanish.
I don't understand what everyone's thing is with Tom Cruise. He's an awesome actor and I like watching him. Filmology and personally. The scientology thing is just a rich, talented man's way of dealing with his insignificance. People, please let him deal. The only difference between scientology and christianity is, well, the money. They're both elaborate, fabricated tales created by science-fiction writers. It's just scientology is a little more elite (and beautiful). Give him another chance, he's just like everyone else.
I'm taking the GREs in two weeks. Wow. Say it again: GREs. Two Weeks. ...I'm telling myself not to worry about it. Aim low, score high. If I think I did horrible, I will make mommy pay for another round at the end of September and be moderately more prepared. But only moderately. I'm telling you, I will be in mother fucking Boston for my twenty-second birthday. Or San Diego. Or Chicago. Maybe Seattle. But probably mother fucking Boston.
On my iPod right now: Dixie Chicks' "Ready to Run", Shakira's "Estoy Aqui", "The Beginning" from the 28 Days Later soundtrack, Joy Division's "Love Will Tear Us Apart". If there is a God (which I can conclusively deny you) then he must be speaking through my portable mp3 device.
And now for late night conversations with Doug Greggory:
Doug says, "I like background music. You know. Like sex music. I just like to know its there but I don't want to listen."
JT looks away really quickly and mouths "what" to no one.
Doug giggles slightly and then asks, "What?"
JT says, "I didn't even respond. I mean, there was a facial expression, but I looked away really quick."
This entry just keeps getting longer.
From Allen Ginsberg's "Howl" Line 40.
"Who lost their loveboys to the three old shrews of fate the one eyed shrew of the hetereosexual dollar the one eyed shrew that winks out of the womb and the one eyed shrew that does nothing but sit on her ass and snip the intellectual golden threads of the craftsman's loom."