A room galleries my drawings from fall quarter and the paper I have collected for 7 years. There is a bookshelf of things I don't want to throw away yet and another one has 1 shelf of books I have purchased but not read. There is 1 box of readers and 1 box of bags I use as purses. I have a trophy from 1987, University High School. 1 of the 8 outlets are plugged in. If there was a massive earthquake and everything became out of place I would be annoyed. If a fire burned down the house I would be better.
I had a strong desire to quit my internship. Instead, I would have purchased a student advantage card with Amtrak and couchsurfed on the weekends. Fortunately, it takes too long to train anywhere I want to go.
I have had several conversations with people who believe that Keanu Reeves is a great actor. I still don't get it but I'm sure they make sense. It's like how I keep trying beer but I never like it.
Wednesday, December 31, 2008
Saturday, December 20, 2008
Monday, December 1, 2008
I bought a Tempur-Pedic pillow today so it can only go uphill from here.
As I ate my supper, I thought that maybe it would be okay if she died.
Q What do you do for a living?
A I work in a meth lab.
Q What do you do for a living?
A I work in a meth lab.
Friday, November 28, 2008
Monday, October 13, 2008
Tuesday, October 7, 2008
Monday, September 22, 2008
Saturday, September 13, 2008
Friday, September 5, 2008
I will be running out of underwear the same time I run out of a place to live
In the 12th grade I wrote a play with an introduction quoting James Joyce, Nine Inch Nails, and The Shins. I think that the plot had to do with family members, killing, and the repetition of the word bang, which was the central metaphor of it all. I also gave a presentation on an OK Go song and shot what felt like every event that happened at school.
I'm already out of socks.
Monday, September 1, 2008
Thursday, August 21, 2008
Afterward
"If only Facil were here to tell me what an idiot I've become!" But Bartholomeo Facil, Poissel's closest friend and erstwhile collaborator, had left Paris in 1881, and would not return until 1905. Despair compounded fatigue; Poissel was no longer seen by day, and seldom at night.
Friday, August 15, 2008
Sunday, August 10, 2008
Wednesday, August 6, 2008
Burning of Spring
Five days later Baron Haussmann dreams that he is once again the Prefect of Paris. His administration is put in charge of the seasons of the year: summer, fall, spring, etc. He draws up a plan for a system of warehouses in which the best-known features of each season will be stored: the summer smell of hot stone, the graying skies of autumn, the snow dirtied by Parisian feet, the trees in bloom. He also designs a network of channels by which each season can be delivered to the city within a week at most. We could change seasons seven or eight times a year, easily, he notes in his report to the municipal council, or we could add new seasons to satisfy the needs of a growing population: sprall, a season of mist and fine rain, good for gathering various fruits in the forest; or fammer, a hot, gray, still season, suitable for riots. Not long after these "weather axes" become operational, the Baron learns that there was a fire in the warehouse where they keep the spring, and that the vernal season has been entirely destroyed. Now the question arises, what are they going to do on March 21? Baron Haussmann can't decide whether to have an early summer or to draw the winter out. He wakes up, still unable to choose between the two.
Tuesday, July 29, 2008
Sunday, July 27, 2008
Wednesday, July 23, 2008
They attempted to avert people from going into the water by making a border at the high tide line with dark metal poles and yellow caution tape. Around 230am, I woke up from my short nap in the bed I dug myself in the sand (apparently people had been taking pictures of me). Shortly after, a truck came by to officially undo the silly border as some of it started getting angrily torn away. Two men came in a truck that they kept running while cleaning, and some man with curly dark hair started dancing back and forth in front of the truck's headlights. He was clapping his hands, which I later noticed were pronged in his sandles. I got out of bed to take pictures. Two frames later this man collapsed into the sand. Three frames later I asked if he was okay and then saw that it was Jack DeSena, a boy I had Algebra with in 8th grade and now goes to my school again.
Tuesday, July 15, 2008
Naked Breakfast
Tomorrow I am giving a speech on something I am personally committed to- this is something that does not exist and I have therefore yet to write it. I want to stop using commas.
Friday, June 27, 2008
Saturday, June 21, 2008
It's great how my bed is so close to a toilet-- maybe I'll use it more often now
I might paint the vacuum too--green or yellow for the summer--and find a place for it. They're just so great. On the bottom, you can take the hose part with the suction, and screw it onto the bottom of the vacuum cleaner, and get blow-out air. One day I didn't have my hairdryer and I thought I could use that to dry my hair. So I attached the hose to the blow-out part and I blew out everything that was in the bag. It blew all over into little pieces of dust. One thing, you can always tell when your habits change by checking that bag.
And A, you know how I care what the outside of my door looks like.
And A, you know how I care what the outside of my door looks like.
Saturday, June 14, 2008
Saturday, May 10, 2008
The Psychiatrist Never Called Back
When will Andrea Bocelli have a concert in southern California? I would like to take my mother.
Saturday, April 26, 2008
I got the idea from thinking that bees shit honey
I have come to terms with there being holes in my red shoes; good thing it doesn't rain here. I got the job.
Thursday, March 27, 2008
I keep on forgetting I still have to vacuum all my shopping bags because they all have residue on the bottom
I have been using anti-baterial hand wash as body wash for two weeks
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