Marc
Christ with a Korean manicure, I wish I were dead right now. My body is in pain. It's got problems ... "real problems". ***1*** The more the night progresses, the more sore I've been getting. I've got to learn to stay on my feet more often, or to wear soccer spikes when the situation calls for it. As a precautionary measure, in case upcoming weeks will yield the same faulty results, I've been bulking up my intake of calcium and vitamin C through the ingestion of either milk, apple juice, or orange juice. But apple juice and calzones don't go too well together. Just a note for your future reference.
Besides that, I'm lazy. I didn't realize, until about 11:45pm, that I was supposed to have read the first twelve chapters of Tom Sawyer for tomorrow morning's class. Fuck that. I'm in no mood. I'm five chapters in as of now, and I cannot concentrate on it. I want to read my own shit for once during the schoolyear. I'm not like other people I know. I can't separate the piles. I'm not that fast of a reader. I admit it.
But I made this really grand mix-cd the other day, to send off to someone, and I'm having trouble putting it in a box. I had it in mind to make one for all occasions: sleeping, showering, driving, low-key partying (because, let's face it, real parties have got to fucking rock), reading, cooking (though I don't ever do this), etc. You get the hint. Kind of like the Destination Failure of mix-cd's. I'm trying my hardest here.
I've got nothing.
***1*** Look at them. Smoking their cigarettes. Drinking their coffee. Scratching their big butts.
Christ with a Korean manicure, I wish I were dead right now. My body is in pain. It's got problems ... "real problems". ***1*** The more the night progresses, the more sore I've been getting. I've got to learn to stay on my feet more often, or to wear soccer spikes when the situation calls for it. As a precautionary measure, in case upcoming weeks will yield the same faulty results, I've been bulking up my intake of calcium and vitamin C through the ingestion of either milk, apple juice, or orange juice. But apple juice and calzones don't go too well together. Just a note for your future reference.
Besides that, I'm lazy. I didn't realize, until about 11:45pm, that I was supposed to have read the first twelve chapters of Tom Sawyer for tomorrow morning's class. Fuck that. I'm in no mood. I'm five chapters in as of now, and I cannot concentrate on it. I want to read my own shit for once during the schoolyear. I'm not like other people I know. I can't separate the piles. I'm not that fast of a reader. I admit it.
But I made this really grand mix-cd the other day, to send off to someone, and I'm having trouble putting it in a box. I had it in mind to make one for all occasions: sleeping, showering, driving, low-key partying (because, let's face it, real parties have got to fucking rock), reading, cooking (though I don't ever do this), etc. You get the hint. Kind of like the Destination Failure of mix-cd's. I'm trying my hardest here.
I've got nothing.
***1*** Look at them. Smoking their cigarettes. Drinking their coffee. Scratching their big butts.
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