2005-06-13
1:34 a.m.
growing up, i don't think my brother was told to shut up often enough. this may be due to the difficulty one usually has getting a word in edgewise. also, he has what i like to call "middle child syndrome," which more often than not, will afflict a child who was born between the births of two or more siblings with some regrettable personality traits.
my mother has a habit of making that "tsk" noise whenever something annoys her. i feel that the "tsk" noise is the pithiest, most effective expression of distaste that exists in language. i also feel sharp stabbing pains in my last good nerve every time she does it.
the dude from blue's clues makes indie science rock! who knew? and he's kind of cute. you know he got his share of hot single-mom action back in the 2D felt puppet days. to think, most people who hold conversations with unnaturally hued canines don't get to hang out with the flaming lips.
2005-06-02
2:52 p.m.
after i came home from work on monday, i went straight to bed.
and did not get up again except to eat and use the bathroom until today.
i'm feeling a little deathly today.
so, the truth is that i've been sort of trying to passive-aggressively sabotage my enrollment into rutgers. i applied late, am handing in all my documents late, and will be registering extra late as a quiet protest against going there.
it's not that i don't intend to finish my education. i just don't want to finish it there.
i have to go run an errand, and then i suspect it's back to bed with me.
2005-05-27
3:14 a.m.
my brother is the gassiest person alive.
it's like all he ever does is mutter about how godless the world is and emit methane. i kind of want to stick him with a hatpin near an open flame.
2005-05-09
6:05 p.m.
the semester is finally over! greener pastures, here i come.
of course, these particular pastures are going to be situated in arrrgh scenic new brunswick, nj.
honestly, i don't really want to go. i mean, i have every intention of completing my education, i just didn't really want to go to rutgers and their boot camp of an art school.
but, i will go. at least for a little while. with a little luck i'll leave there relatively soon and find a nice art school out of state, or maybe even overseas. afterwards, i will become a soulless art droid at some firm. with a little less luck, i will just stay at mason gross and then continue on to my interment into a cubicle somewhere.
2005-05-03
3:27 p.m.
the last time i was in a wal-mart, i was a young, impressionable high school sophomore visiting maine. kristin, courtney and i frolicked through the rollback prices with reckless abandon and a good time was had by all.
fast-forward to april 2005: i'm in a wal-mart in hanover, pa with kristin again, but also this time with mike, kate and chay. i'm also very nervous in the same preternatural way animals in the wild are when they sense a predator watching them from the shadows. at one point, i warn mike not to wander off by himself, lest he return wearing a wal-mart vest and some some sort of behavioral control collar.
i hate giant wal-marts. there's some kind of evil that hangs in the air there that doesn't seem to exist for me at target and k-mart.
but we needed cigarettes.
we made it onto spoutwood (the farm wher e this thing is held every year) late. the festival was over for the day. but, after a few steep treks up and down hills of epic proportions, through woodstock-grade mud (and woodstock-grade smells), we managed to catch up with our friend pirate (or - as he was known that weekend - otter, the river god). his merry river folk tribe had erected a camping tent compound which dominated the campsite on the tallest (and steepest motherfucking) hill overlooking the festival.
sometime after arriving, i found myself completely challenged by the act of exiting the tent of captain pirate otter's second-in-command, J, after a short visit and a few pulls off the spliff he had so graciously shared with myself, chay, whatshisface, and whatserface-with-the-lighter. shortly after finally finding my way out, and complaining to J that i "couldn't get my shoes to work," i found myself completely enchanted by a nearby burning candle.
i'm...i'm not entirely sure about the rest of the weekend. something about sleeping in a bathtub. can't wait till next year!
2005-04-26
3:59 p.m.
2005-04-19
1:09 a.m.
i am still, in fact, alive - though to what degree is highly questionable.
fuck, man, i am tired.
plans are underway to attend the fairie festival this year. we went in 2003 and spent the entire weekend intoxicated to some level. i vaguely remember doing some volunteer work around the festival, but mostly hitting the bottle and Not Sleeping. it was good times. this year, i signed myself and kristin up to volunteer again. i filled her application out entirely in pirate-speak and am eagerly awaiting the day they email out the volunteer schedule so that i can scan it to see if cap'n kristin, scourge of southern new jersey, and i are working together on anything.
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