Things I’ve done today:
- Finished my final paper for Native American Literature.
- Finished my screenplay. (FINALLY. THIS THING SUCKS BUT IT SUCKS LESS THAN IT DID 2 MONTHS AGO AND WAY LESS THAN IT DID 9 MONTHS AGO.)
- Ate grapes.
- Got Potbelly.
- Listened to a buttload of PJ Harvey.
Now I can just relax until Monday’s American Lit. Final and the last session of my screenwriting class on Tuesday.
I think my bosses think the music I listen to at work is a little weird. (Although to be fair this is the 3rd time I’ve listened to Let England Shake the whole way through today alone.)
Oh! I ordered glasses and they’re supposed to come in the mail today!
bouta get nerdy up in this muh.
If you ever use “DAT YOUNG” as some sort of adjective, I want to fight you.
I dunno what it is about that phrase, but I especially hate it very much. It is not funny and does nothing for the noun that comes after it, other than deconstruct my analysis of whatever that person has been saying and start over from scrap, where I place that person on the bottom rung of society, surrounded by scabs and lepers and serfs and peasants, get out my face with your shitty adjectives and come up with something that makes any sense whatsoever. FUCK “DAT YOUNG” YOU.
I just wanna ask if any of u think the lion king song is fuckin weird. Cause it totally is. Especially the beginning.
eeee ee ee e ee wumba way.
What the fuck is that shit dude?
I will be in NYC in a month.
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Visiting Gil, but he’s gotta work his fancy job during the day some of the days so I getta go exploring on my own! A bit nervey (not fully nervous) but still so friggin stoked.Gotta stop going grocery shopping stoned.
I wind up getting a lil nervous in a packed store with my headphones on real loud and panic and only buy fruits and veggies cause I don’t wanna venture through the aisles b/c a gang of 2 people can cut me off w/ their carts on both sides and trap me in the center of the aisle where all I can do is pretend to read the back labels of generic salad dressings and slowly starve to death because I’m trapped by the two carts and the cart-bearers won’t let me pass and I can’t eat the food in the aisles b/c I haven’t paid for it yet. Then I remember I forgot the peanut butter and all they have left is chunky b/c the creamy kind is the only kind you can buy w/ food stamps so those sell out fast. So I tell the cart-bearer I know where to get creamy if u let me pass and she says rly where and then I just push her cart away and go check out b/c most this story is fake.
o yeah and i fell down the stairs to the subway today, something like 8 stairs, it sucked. i fell on my backpack, which had my laptop in it. (it’s fine thank god) i fucked up my wrist real bad though.
it was raining super hard, like the hardest I’ve seen in rain in months and i was at the top of the stairs and just ate shit super hard and went down to the wet (presumably fake) marble stairs in a descent of anguish.
it’s all cool though, i ain’t even mad. how could i be?
Debra from early seasons of Everybody Loves Raymond is the ideal mom babe. I wish I would have grown up on their block.
I love the fact that I added another dude with the same name as me on Facebook. He’s the best other me I could ask for.
