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Different People Do Different Things When They're Bored

Post Script: Michaela, I'm sorry, but I'm changing the big picture back to naked people and moose, meese?

Old Grosseries

Covering all the basics, got the junk, the meats, cheeses, produce, what else could you ask for?

Back In Black

Alright, so I haven't blogged in a long while, explains why I'm bored-er than usual.

I have too much free time, I need to have projects to take part in.

Thank god it's the weekend, I feel like I'd die if it wasn't.

The week in events is short and bland, I'm not even sure I remember it.

You know when something's so fucking boring it just turns into one really long memory that keeps repeating.

Yeah, that was this week.

Monday, I missed the beginning of school, I think I chowed down on a lot of pasta.

Tuesday, I don't even know, I think I napped a lot.

Wednesday, I skipped school and played with the kids.

Thursday, I sulked and got a job as a cashier at Donelan's, great. I also went out in the rain and danced in my underwear until my mum threatened to lock me out because the neighbors were watching.

Friday is now. I'm gonna try and make up for the weak week in one day.

Wish me luck.

Newton-Wellesley is going well, it's a mindless drone, but it's better than staring at the clock in class and being graded on shit you can't do: calc and physics.

I actually really dig the whole atmosphere of the place, it's all about friendliness and comfort-- making the patients feel at home.

I totally dig that.

I like smiling at complete strangers, haha.

Anyways, I have a letter that I need to write to Emperor Palpatine that is several days overdue.

I want a sandwich, I had Reese's Puffs for breakfast.

Gimme food, food, food.

Led Zeppelin IV

Bernard

JUST LET IT TAKE YOU.

Cleaning my desktop, looking at Mao.

Gotta Get up, Gotta Get Out

Or, rather, stay in.

I woke up far too early today and my body is beat.

Watched Alien and half of Aliens with Diba.

Sigourney is our homegirl.

She dug, but then our attention strayed to something less important.

Anyways, she got points from me for liking the movie.

We screamed, hid behind boxes of froot loops, it was, ya know, awesome.

Then I went upstairs and kind of just fell in and out of consciousness, watched Waking Life.

The movie is the post before this. It's real good, watch it.

Took a 3 hour nap, woke up, made dinner for the fam.

During the above sentence, I had "Head Over Heels" on repeat.

It was awful, I love it.

Yesterday, I got my permit.

Oh wow, finally, two years overdue.

Kid sister failed today, by one question-- bad luck really.

Gonna go back tomorrow morning which means that Deebz and I will probably watch more sci-fi tomorrow morning.

After I got my permit, I did some ironic things and then, went and met Elicia at Newbury St.

It was freezing and we had nothing to do after a couple of hours so we went home.

The only useful thing I did was buy some underwear at H&M.

There was nothing to do at home or Sudbury either.

Anyways, now I have specks of tomato sauce on me from cooking and my hands smell garlicky.

I am also very full 'cause I'm such a goddamn great cook.

I'm gonna go shower.

lucid dreaming

the moon got full like a plate

BOOOOP. BOOOOP. BOOOOP.

I'm a submarine.

It's wicked early, and for some reason I'm awake.

I've been awake-- since 6:45.

Last night was so bizarre, tiring.

And still, I'm awake.

It's snowing big chunks and it's making me uncomfortable.

I'm watching IFC, this film called Casa de los Babys, but really, I'm waiting for that newish, really bad Street Fighter movie to go on.

I'm too tired to read subtitles.

Whatever.

There's this baby staring at me.

He's got these big blue eyes, and he's just babbling.

Yeah, the baby's supposed to be here.

Um... the kid looks worried.

Can babies look worried?

The immigrants finally left.

I'll be moving downstairs hopefully.

All will be well in the world.

I need the snow to stop.

I fried eggs, but I'm still hungry.

I want bacon.

Settin' Sun

Fortune Rota Volvitur

Ink?

Philosophy Class

Michaela and Sophie.

Valentine. Thanks Leesh.

A Nutritious Breakfast.

Pickles for Snookie.

Hanuman

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Sitting In In Elicia's Class

Disclaimer: This is kind of a serious/boring post, weird.

Me: What is that accent?

Elicia: Alien.

Mr. X is an alien, a peculiarly shaped face, gray tufts of hair, unevenly cut, oblong circular wire lines framing his big cerulean eyes.

His pronunciation, annunciation is perfect.

I think he does belong in another world.

Right now, the class is discussing King Lear, Act II, Scene iii.

Edgar's soliloquy.

I haven't read King Lear, I've never been a fan of Shakespeare.

Maybe I should be.

No, no. Bad idea. Shakespeare puts me to sleep.

It's weird being in this corner, observing this class.

I'm kind of like a shadow, the words being said don't even register.

I feel like I'm watching a movie.

Why am I even here, I have a free-block.

WHATTA FREAK.

There's one or two people whose hands never fail to raise.

Everyone knows those people, their words eventually begin to hold less and less water.

Teacher's pets.

So annoying.

"He knows doesn't he that they are on the course, the downward course."

The wheel of fortune.

"There's a wisdom associated with nothing, now you start to notice it."

Elicia asks about the importance of nothingness, he calls her "Uh-lee-see-uh."

He tells her that he can't discuss that until the end of the play and kinda cringes.

He has these weird idiosyncrasies, an old weirdo.

Olivia's in this class, she's spoken once and made the old weirdo crack up.

"Never say never."

She says it straight and dry.

Like hard alcohol, haha.

I dunno, this is such an awkward class, doesn't fit right.

He talks all dazed.

Elicia's making valentines.

She just scribbled to me, "Get me out of this class."

So restless, this ENTIRE room.

Kid: "Who'd ya kill/fuck/marry? Sean Connery, Mr. Clean, Mr. X"

Yeah. That's how this class is ending.

HIGH school.

I'm not writing down who I chose for each, you can ponder that.

Lone Wolf and Cub

Everyday, more or less, I write about how I wasted my time that particular day. Well, yesterday was NOT a waste of time-- yesterday will go down in history as the day that I first watched Shogun Assassin. Shit was nasty-- in a very awesome way. Albeit, I did have to wait an hour before I could finish the last 20 minutes because I did not have a premium membership to the site I watched it on. Whatever, that helped build the suspense. Anyways, watch it if you haven't. I think I'll finish the saga today.

Hawkes

I love the fact that Greg Hawkes is so small and a Lincolnite.

I remember going to school with his kids, and always contemplating asking him to sign my dad's old Cars records in middle school when we were in the pick off/drop off area.

I'll always love the Cars...

Not just a challenge...the ONLY way to survive!

First Blood

Each year in psychology, people make egg babies and baskets to carry them in for a week-- to protect them. This morning I was pleasantly surprised by Mark's egg baby, "Jane Rambo". That babe is decked out in the necessities. Ready to take on Nam.

Mow-town

My mullet is overgrown and no longer sexy like this dude's mullet.

Far from excellent.

My hair hates being long.

It needs to be cut.

GAH.

Holier Than Thou

The list continued...
21. Go to Brazil

22. Let an elephant free from the Central Park Zoo

23. Befriend Mark Motherbaugh

24. Get a superhero alter-ego

25. Remember my dreams

But I'm Drinking Wine Instead

I thought I felt better-- but I don't.

My mum gave me a piggy back ride yesterday.

Weird.

This song is really good, I'll go get an mp3 for y'all.

Actually, here's the full album.

Feels, feel better for me.

"Taking shits and smoking weed"

SUCCESSFULLY
UN

SICKED

Nothin' But A Good Time

So I am on the path to recovery.
I suddenly got sick this morning and I've been chugging nyquil and using nasal spray continuously since then.
I think it's almost gone.I'm tired, the internships been going well.
Felt like shit today though, cause I was so goddamn hungry.

Before, during school, it was "Pajama Day" for the Senior Theme Fridays. I kinda went all out, I had my flannel pants, a wife beater, a robe, fuzzy socks, slippers, and a teddy bear.

I was proud of myself.

I was also proud of myself for finishing my philosophy homework in 45 minutes, before school started. Yay getting to school an hour before it starts cause you don't drive.

Atta girl.

Anyways, got home, took medicine, ate a lot and watched "Teen Moms" with Sabriya.

Quality broadcasting? Not so much.

The meds kicked in an hour or so later and I decided to play with the little kids.
I surfed through on demand and played the music videos under VH1 classics.

We had some Abdul, Benetar, Bowie, Duran Duran goin.
But the biggest hit amongst the 7-year-olds was Blondie, hands down.
They did not enjoy Poison at all, despite the fact that the younger one stole my Poison t-shirt.

While listening we played extreme stuffed animal catch.

High intensity shit.

Later, Scott came over and we were supposed to play Rockband, but that didn't work out.
So we ended up going to the play instead-- it was good.

We got there late cause we decided that it'd be nice to freeze our asses off at the end of the world for a while before.

Lemme just say that that did NOT help my impending cold...

Now I'm home and Elicia'll be coming over soon, so I need to clean my room.
Ugh.

My mum finally got some hummus BUT she got the wrong kind...
Roasted red pepper instead of Greek olive.
It will be okay though, I have my bag of Stacy's.

I'm gonna go clean now-- but the nyquil's kicking in.

Shit man.

I'm listening to the Led right now for some weird reason, it's soothing.

Quick nap, I will wake up.

Promise.

[To myself]

YOU'VE YET TO HAVE YOUR FINEST HOUR

Certainly not a fanfare

The crazy got into college. UVM. Cool. Click.

Kan Du Alskar Mig?

Hakan said it right.

I can't believe I haven't written a post about how much I love Sweden, or more, the people in it.

A trip has been necessary since last Spring, however, I've been without funds-- of course.

Hopefully, this summer, I'll be there for Emmaboda.

I'm reminiscing, I guess.

Whatever.

Kim, I know you're reading this, you better have some kopparberg and marabou ready for me.

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