i should be reading tindal & shi right now, to study for the test i have tomorrow in american studies, but fuck it. whatever. i just don't feel like it, and besides, i'm going to fail this test regardless of whether or not i read the goddamn chapters, so what's the use.
there are few things about today that stand out in my head, but NOTWITHSTANDING (the only thing i have to show for being in american studies is that one word, and i'm probably not using it in the right context anyway, so hah!), these are things that i remember: 1st per. mr. dowd brought some krispy kremes over from the student store, and i got 2 of them. advisory me and seth drew weird and fantastical images on the white board with dry erase markers, and one of the pictures we drew was of a man that resembled jake and had bloody flies coming out of it's mouth. we drew a tongue on it, and ms. anderson walked by us and said the weirdest thing you could ever hear a teacher say. "that looks like an s and m demon" she said. haha! then i got an idea out of one of hannah's comic books, to draw a bdsm character with a leather face mask, and a zipper mouth. i titled it, "el es-en-em diablo." 3rd per. rommel asked me if i was drinking last night, because i looked hung over. haha! i told him, "this is what i look like, when i don't take a shower in the morning," and he said, "do you ever drink on weekdays?" and then i had a dream sequence about shooting him in the balls. towards the end of class, i wasted lots of time calling minh-tu "garbage breath" and continually getting beat on by her. lunch ate a burrito, motherfuckers! and i tried to do some work in the career center, where i had rey steal me a ruler from mr. schoonmaker's secret stash. 5th per. lots of note taking, and looking for optical illusions on the internet.
i got an interesting existentialistic theory in my head during biology, when we were talking about the human brain. but geeze us captain fuck a ho, i forgot it now.
i've had bad health habits since the cross country season ended. by saying "bad health habits," i mean eating and going to sleep right after. now, i look as if i have a beer belly, when in fact i never drink beer. it'll be disgusting to see what i look like in a few days. it's bad enough i look like a fuh-reakin' alien, but now i look like one with a protruding stomach, small wrists, grotesquely misproportioned biceps, a small chest, and bed-head. RE - VOLT - ing.
ben lowe said it best, when he told me that he could vision me with my own cartoon. I AM A HUMAN CARTOON.
*wowng* is the sound of me zapping you with pink energy.
there are few things about today that stand out in my head, but NOTWITHSTANDING (the only thing i have to show for being in american studies is that one word, and i'm probably not using it in the right context anyway, so hah!), these are things that i remember: 1st per. mr. dowd brought some krispy kremes over from the student store, and i got 2 of them. advisory me and seth drew weird and fantastical images on the white board with dry erase markers, and one of the pictures we drew was of a man that resembled jake and had bloody flies coming out of it's mouth. we drew a tongue on it, and ms. anderson walked by us and said the weirdest thing you could ever hear a teacher say. "that looks like an s and m demon" she said. haha! then i got an idea out of one of hannah's comic books, to draw a bdsm character with a leather face mask, and a zipper mouth. i titled it, "el es-en-em diablo." 3rd per. rommel asked me if i was drinking last night, because i looked hung over. haha! i told him, "this is what i look like, when i don't take a shower in the morning," and he said, "do you ever drink on weekdays?" and then i had a dream sequence about shooting him in the balls. towards the end of class, i wasted lots of time calling minh-tu "garbage breath" and continually getting beat on by her. lunch ate a burrito, motherfuckers! and i tried to do some work in the career center, where i had rey steal me a ruler from mr. schoonmaker's secret stash. 5th per. lots of note taking, and looking for optical illusions on the internet.
i got an interesting existentialistic theory in my head during biology, when we were talking about the human brain. but geeze us captain fuck a ho, i forgot it now.
i've had bad health habits since the cross country season ended. by saying "bad health habits," i mean eating and going to sleep right after. now, i look as if i have a beer belly, when in fact i never drink beer. it'll be disgusting to see what i look like in a few days. it's bad enough i look like a fuh-reakin' alien, but now i look like one with a protruding stomach, small wrists, grotesquely misproportioned biceps, a small chest, and bed-head. RE - VOLT - ing.
ben lowe said it best, when he told me that he could vision me with my own cartoon. I AM A HUMAN CARTOON.
*wowng* is the sound of me zapping you with pink energy.
posted by Jocagu at 11/06/2002 05:50:00 PM
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