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factories and smoke
torsdag, september 25, 2003
sheesh jazz band gigs are lame.
now, I've heard some complaints about my blog being, "too ambiguous" and even i'm "trying to be ambiguous" WELL FOLKS I think we should just clear some things up. Let's take a look at that last post.
***grrrrr god i hate confrontation and i hate it when my friends fight. MOTHERFUCK. absolutely hate it i hate in more than having to call mme. huycke on the effin telephone and leaving a godamm message thank you very much. [ok, where's the ambiguity here? My friends are upset at eachother and I have to call Satan's Spawn for a homework assignment]
jesus driving to and from Madrigals i would take my hands of the steering wheel and they would hurt and be numb cause i was gripping the damn thing so much. [this is because i'm still upset about my friends. I would be thinking about the situation, or even not thinking about it, and then i would realize how my hands hurt.] and then i get home and my mom took Kazaa off the computer what a bunch of freakshows. what should i focus on right now? i don't know. I'm not focusing on college or my friends or field hockey or homework i'm focusing on things that are so trivial right now like me and him and etc. [ummm again, this is pretty clear folks. I think i'm just saying that i don't have my priorities straight. and I don't know who "him" is. butt off.]
god I want to talk to Mr. Christian about things like this. [the friend situation.] I think he'd be helpful cause i wouldn't go to Mrs. Lamb. [school psychiatrist...what? Mr. Christian is cool.] and i grabbed my mug in the microwave like a dumbass and screamed and spilled chai everywhere. [black and white, people! I'm a dumbass!]maybe i'll do phys or something to clear the brain. clear it. i really neeed help clearing my head. maybe if we went over the quod's every day. don't forget to check the stars tomorrow night. nacht. [what? astronomy! quote of the day! Star journal!]
i have an effin concert to go to tomorrow. motherfuck. how am I supposed to play? i should start writing. I re read part of "You're Ugly Too" last night and noticed things i hadn't before like how Zoe is looking through the yellow pages and there's thousands of entries under "Beauty" and none for "Truth."
I think I know my geography pretty damn well. [this is a modest mouse lyric from the song "dramamine" which i was playing at the time. i don't know what it means, nor have i applied it to my life. It was stuck in my head and I liked it]
so there. that wasn't so hard was it? no rosetta stone. no secret messeges. and if it's really important to you, to know what i'm thinking exactly, just ask me. Caroline did today and i told her embarassing things about myself and i'd love to do the same for you!
so let's not assume (daniel!), let's just take out an "as" and rearrange the letters and muse. haha DORK>
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