transmigration

Oh geez Oh geeze

honk honk

Today I need to:

Read medieval crap

Exercise (?)

Buy cheeze & grater (?)

Read postmodern crap

Set a date for meeting John O’Brien

Choose classes

Has anyone noticed how advanced greeting cards are getting.  I was gonna pick one up for sebastopol as a gag, but they’re all so ironic and NOISY.  And bulky, and probably expensive.

Though really, who’s counting?

I’m still quite anxious about that $300 I’d like to give to Tennessee.

I’m quite anxious about my parents looming over me.

I also have to call Sonya

I need to pee

I need to see about my enwr

I hate I hate

Ms. Kinney for presenting me with things I half knew and chose to ignore, because it looked like more work.

Ah I hate me for staying up all night

I hate that abortive little ambien for making me happy for a belated thirty minutes before wearing off.

I remember a weird night party towards the end of high school, where people were horseshoed behind the house.  We were waiting for someone a long time.  Probably a dealer.  I was cold and was sitting on a tail gate or a metal picnic table.  It seems like the house was metal too.  It was too late to think of going inside.  Nothing happened.  Other people probably got high.  I think it was Ryan’s house.  An image comes to me of him in a cowboy hat.

I can’t skip lecture because I need a copy of Snow White, which is going to be great.  I won’t have to struggle to stay up for that.  I won’t wish I could supplement my entertainment with food, like I do with Shakespeare these days.

Damn Ms. Maus and her stupid, defeating class. 

So what am I to do?

I see a girl with purple lips.