:: 2004 27 September :: 1.23 am
:: Mood: grumbly (the tummy)
:: Music: Mogwai, Waltz for Aidan
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so – conor. maryland. what do i even say about that?
attempt #1: oh, my god.
gah. i can’t even talk about it right now. this is 11:54 on sunday night live with lucy b. saner, who has not yet begun a single homework assignment. in fact, she is not even sure what classes she has tomorrow.
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hoooooly shit.
to the right side of the xylaphone, today was autumn and wonderful. it was like the weekends of the gunston fall fair; only with less lacrosse paraphernalia and no hot dog stand. i woke up feeling particularly disgusting, not having brushed my teeth or taken off my sneakers. i was still wearing my backpack. i scrubbed myself to death and drip-dried on our concrete floor, enjoying my roommate’s absence. shockingly, she had neglected to tell me that her birthday was approaching, so when i turned into the hallway last night and saw my door plastered with HAPPY BIRTHDAY on construction paper, i was too late – she had gone to see the flipper midget in cleveland. i located the venerable mr. duff hulking around the yearbook room and we sat, unmotivated, for a while until margaret desassaure stepped on us.
we took will to the acme and stocked up on jones for the chieftan fridge; perhaps i will pick up a grocery bagger for my sadie’s date.. the other option being ben. how do i feel about that? i don’t even know when this thing is. november = azure ray. ans=conor. rosser=god.
i took off my sneakers and slid my feet around the floors when we got to coffee
on main.. margaret gave me hot water for the tea bag i stole from ellsworth. i am a subpar clich¨¦. the women reading their tarot cards in the corner were looking at us enviously, shuffling their deck and adjusting their waistbands, and i had to remind them that high school is ridiculous and bad for the health. william biked to yaki’s for eel/avodcado and miso, which are, as of yet, the only effective symptom-medicants i can find. again i find myself in debt, and as soon as i get the street-change to finance a hold-up on the R&R Ventures headquarters for my last paycheck, i am taking you all for Party Roll. i despise taco bell.
anna liu has cupcakes and one of them must be mine. when i was very young i went to jamie brockway’s fourth birthday party, and once the other children had gone into the living room for party favors, i stayed behind to eat everyone’s left over cake. the new cake album countdown begins.
it is now late – ben has a hurricaine, and i have a french test. tomorrow, once again, i McDuff for breakfast, and the horrible empitness subsides.
sickness: i have been stumbling around all week long with an inch of deep space barrier between my brain and my head. i have a fever to beat the band, and my body is probably turning light blue. i’m pretty sure i’ll break myself if i continue trying to sprint on ¡Ü5 hour sleeps. in other news, athletics are the devil. i require a non-culturespecific manifestation of chicken noodle.
