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.
