There is blood! Eleanor Rigby by Douglas Coupland drew blood from my chin. Would be funnier if it was a copy of "Oil!" I suppose.
1) couldn’t get ‘net at the library, going home. 2) everything smells like rat piss since last night. 3) hit myself in the face w/ a book.
"’Cause destiny, John, is a fickle bitch."
I think I just sneezed all the apples out of my eyes.
Also, I got invited to be a ChaCha Guide. They have some training simulator thing I have to do. Madness!
Reading about people getting married makes me want to chuck a little into my hat. Food+LOST then HOURS OF SCHOOL WORK DAH DAH DAH.
OMG Scary Writing at the Hollydale Asylum
We actually crossed the main street tonight after coming in thru the
tracks. Two small “cottages” that were open and weird, including a room
complete with ELECTRICITY, including one dim light, a smelly fridge, a
working turn-dial television, and a cat lying creepily in a chair. Very
strange. The huge house is inaccessable, but someone puts out cat food
and there is a missing cat sign.
Verne and I crossed the other street and got into some other buildings
that looked like interrogation rooms and office spaces. Kind of lame,
but expansive and more maze-like than any of the other buildings. This
writing was on one of the walls and seemed newer than most of the shit
there. During the day all the open windows must be nice but at nice
they’re a bitch to hide your light from.
Later we crossed back across the street to the main complex, and as we
circled around back behind the main building with the skylight, a cop
sped down that back way and we had to scramble into the one DEAD END in
the whole complex, but the cop just kept going, and when I heard him on
the loud speaker out front quacking about something, we all ran out of
there as fast as our little paws would carry us.
Piles of Newspapers from 1997
This was in a previous unexplored (by us) building at the Hollydale
Asylum. For those familiar with the layout, it’s the far right building
when you enter from the tracks. Top floor (entrance is outside).
Free Bird is playing so loud we can’t hear the episode of Friends on the big screen, but this stripper friend of ours knows all the lines.
Sitting at Rookie’s with Verne, drinking white russians.
"I’ll admit that Weezer has always seemed like this secret handshake that I could never learn quite right and then just didn’t give a shit."
"You come like a dog when I ring your bell."
I love how no matter the size of the playlist (100 or 1,300 songs) my iPod’s shuffle will only play the same songs over and over.
My rock history professor is jerking off the sex pistols like whoa.
Listening to "Heroin" in rock history. Pretty exciting. Hope we get through all of it. Sister Ray next plz!
Heh
Sometimes if I sit in one place long enough I feel as if I am being
uprooted from whatever scene I’m within. I turn into an observer, but
what I am witnessing is unfamiliar to me and I’m not sure what my
position within it is. There’s a cool floating sensation involved, even,
and a warm buzzing in my skin. Pretty rad.
Prof: "Some of the scores for the quiz are coming in really low." Student: "Do you want me to tell you where I had trouble?" Prof: "No."
"I knew you wouldn’t like that guy. I need to ask someone unbiased." "How am I biased?" "You don’t like ne1. Especially dudes. And women."
"Yes, she has a spirit that follows her around." "Wow." "Yeah." "Well, I’ve got this fucking raincloud over my head, so I’d believe it."
Finally giving up what little control I have over myself. Woo-woo! The end of this last week of school… intense.
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