Archive for April, 2002

gravity’s bringing us down (or: blah. blah. blah blah blah.)

Tuesday, April 30th, 2002

I am being eaten by three things at once. Perfect sense does that make.

Due to communicational difficulties, sam and I postponed hanging out until tomorrow night (communicational difficulties meaning that she could only get so far as directly outside the building due to lack of a phone). After I cut out of newspaper layout early, we are going to terrorize Easton (specifically, the evil Kmart) and then be mallrats.

Yay for swimming pools!

  

take me on a series of uproar hellrides (or: where is my mind?)

Sunday, April 28th, 2002

Sometimes you just have to interpret.

An example being any time I post song lyrics as opposed to real, meaningful writing. Not that the lyrics are worthless. I normally just want to tell you something without actually telling you. Thus, you must interpret. Of course, that requires time and patience and research and thinking on your part, so you quite obviously have to care too.

I’m generally bad at interpreting.

Really, really bad. Unless I’m the interpretee, but that’s cheating. I have a tendency to utilize “wishful thinking” (as it is referred to in intellectual circles) as opposed to “critical thinking” and “logical thinking” and sometimes even “thinking in general.” So, more often than not, I interpret things over-optimistically.

I don’t know how interpreting is relevant to anything right now.

Well, I’m sure it is. I just don’t want to do it. As I speak, I am instating a rule that requires you to explain everything to me explicitly.

  

fuck the talkin’, it’s time for rockin’ (or: angsty)

Saturday, April 27th, 2002

i dunno, the recluse thing tends not to work. tis a shame.

*sigh*

i’m going to switch over to the real journal.

it’s a cold and lonely hallelujah.

  

i am a heroin addict. no, wait, music (or: haha irony)

Friday, April 26th, 2002

hmm, i’m in a writing mood all of a sudden. well, i was about thirty seconds ago, before i had to log in. by now, i’ve already forgotten what it was i wanted to type about. eh, so is life.

i now have 2925 songs on my computer, thanks to the ten cds i stole from kristen and burned. aside from these 128 tracks, 209 are ones that i have downloaded, meaning that i actually own 2588 songs on cd. and what’s worse than that is that i just devoted an entire paragraph to that fact.

so, yesterday, i went to the sociology building for my recitation. classes generally start at ten minutes after the hour and i got there at about one fifty-five o’clock, so it was no big surprise that the room was empty. after sitting for half an hour waiting, however, the fact that the room remained empty (save for myself) was slightly curious. i eventually wandered down to the teaching assistants’ room, where my t.a. informed me that the recitation i have been attending all semester starts at three ten, not two ten.

did i mention that yesterday was a bad day?

(it was.)

in fact, had danielle not made me eat dinner with her before we went off and saw macbeth, i would be sitting on a… let’s see.. carry the two… *counting on fingers*… today is friday… forty-three? hour fast right now. something like that. my appetite ran away from me again.

but i may or may not be forced to eat spam as part of the game show i will be winning tonight, so who knows.

of course, i don’t really feel like being all outgoing and exciting right now, so i prob’ly should not count on winning that cruise to the bahamas. i would that i could just curl up in bed for the next week or so and not have to leave the room for anything.

yeah reclusiveness!

alright, i am going to go look for my glasses. without them, it is very hard to look at this computer screen.

  

these arms weren’t made for battle (or: only if curling up into a ball under my blankets is work)

Thursday, April 25th, 2002

strangely, i don’t feel forgiven