ahh! get your baby carrot out of my semicircular canal!!
my first forays into popular music: hum "stars" green apple quickstep "los vargos" tom petty "mary jane's last dance". today, covers of "baby one more time" are wrenchingly and acoustically good! no longer hung over even for pretend. ah korean church roots - teaching me to harmonize and love ballads. about jesus. and god. and ballads about jesus and god. critical reading. much better that i've cleaned my room and have 10 books in front of me. when this is all over i will sobe a korean ex-patriate.
"and oh yeah something else" -poe. today someone came and asked lisa and me for change, in the middle of the food court. yesterday night, a different guy walked with manoj and me for a good minute, telling us his story and also asking for any help we could give (before i got trashed. which you can't read about anymore. immature yes...) anyway, barring dave's "so i humped him" approach, or matt "oops- sorry man; i only have change" winn - what to do? thinking about whether we are lucky to be here (ben). isn't 'everyone' lucky to be in college to begin with? and then, we're extremely lucky in that we're kneedeep in conflicting realities. sundance isn't opening here. walnut is not going to become the new rodeo drive (aryck). is everyone lucky to be alive? don't even imagine the expression on my face! because there isn't one. i don't not have 22 pages of paper to write.
if drink, nervousness, and middling musicianship were my sins for last night then today it was wawa with lisa, extreme procrastination, unwitting bitchiness, and aural sex. not the ralph vaughn williams kind. "for future reference." carrot kisses OH give it to me davie. leg forcibly ticklishly indelibly tattooed. getting to work. armed with shoop, sukiyaki, i swear, and every travis song ever. working it. click on reference material and see how sturdily i am climbing out of my kabbala of crypticism. this blatant namedropping and rhetorical questioning is nothing.
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the apologetic blindfolds again.
my first forays into popular music: hum "stars" green apple quickstep "los vargos" tom petty "mary jane's last dance". today, covers of "baby one more time" are wrenchingly and acoustically good! no longer hung over even for pretend. ah korean church roots - teaching me to harmonize and love ballads. about jesus. and god. and ballads about jesus and god. critical reading. much better that i've cleaned my room and have 10 books in front of me. when this is all over i will sobe a korean ex-patriate.
"and oh yeah something else" -poe. today someone came and asked lisa and me for change, in the middle of the food court. yesterday night, a different guy walked with manoj and me for a good minute, telling us his story and also asking for any help we could give (before i got trashed. which you can't read about anymore. immature yes...) anyway, barring dave's "so i humped him" approach, or matt "oops- sorry man; i only have change" winn - what to do? thinking about whether we are lucky to be here (ben). isn't 'everyone' lucky to be in college to begin with? and then, we're extremely lucky in that we're kneedeep in conflicting realities. sundance isn't opening here. walnut is not going to become the new rodeo drive (aryck). is everyone lucky to be alive? don't even imagine the expression on my face! because there isn't one. i don't not have 22 pages of paper to write.
if drink, nervousness, and middling musicianship were my sins for last night then today it was wawa with lisa, extreme procrastination, unwitting bitchiness, and aural sex. not the ralph vaughn williams kind. "for future reference." carrot kisses OH give it to me davie. leg forcibly ticklishly indelibly tattooed. getting to work. armed with shoop, sukiyaki, i swear, and every travis song ever. working it. click on reference material and see how sturdily i am climbing out of my kabbala of crypticism. this blatant namedropping and rhetorical questioning is nothing.
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the apologetic blindfolds again.