o today, instead of listening to my professor with a french accent speak about methods of reasoning, my mind started to drift to other important topics, you know…JT's recent appearance on Oprah, Lil Wayne's reference to Hilary Clinton in the lollipop song, why papa Joe Simpson is such a creep, why i care that he is (do I actually care that he is?), if my professor knows who that is or who any other prominent pop culture figure is for that matter, but, most importantly, if my professor has pink eye, or if he's just smoking a lotta weed before class, and if i should start smoking weed before class....... because then maybe i'd be thinking more about lifeeeee and loveeeeee and what makes me feeeeeeel, but really, i'd probably just fall asleep at my desk, only to be rudely awakened by the fire alarm being pulled by the evidently psycho 40 something year old woman while screaming 'i'm a married woman and this professor is attacking me!' OH WAIT, THAT ALREADY HAPPENED YESTERDAY. can summer school get any better? Maybe. Probably. But not likely.
Shit is going on lately, and I'd like to recommend the following coping skills 1) pretend it's not true 2) use judgement 3) make excuses. Maybe I am being unreasonable, or maybe my brain has decided to collect mildew and has stopped working. Either way, I'm not going to write about what's not working because there is plenty of that. Instead I'm going to recognize that every tear shed is holy. And even through my inflamed teary eyes, I can still see that this is true. Especially so if you're my professor and should be using eye drops either to kill that nasty-ass fungi causing the pink eye or relieve the bloodshot eyes from the dank-ass weed. So drop that shit. Like it's hot. Or, pink. Or something…
Friday, June 27, 2008
Sunday, June 22, 2008
i want another tuesday like the last
because last tuesday i winded up in the city with emily, jill, and olivia on the rooftop of a penthouse apartment in Chelsea NYC after meeting some dudes on the street of manhattan. they invited us to join them after they witnessed us sketchily pouring some liquor into coffee cups while sitting on the stoop of a building. they invite us to a party. we go. clearly, this is a heavily alcohol induced decision, but never fear, they seemed relatively normal and had girls with them.
we met some interesting characters. Chip, the one who initiated the invite, lied about his band playing at warped tour and his employment with jennifer connely. lie after lie, gee, he was SO RAD. Linzy, who not only has a girls name, but spells it like a total tool. and jeremy(?) who goes to the same college as my cousin and when i asked if they knew eachother he responded with a yes and made several remarks that definitely made him sound like my cousins secret, homosexual admirer. Hal Garrity, be warned.
we met some interesting characters. Chip, the one who initiated the invite, lied about his band playing at warped tour and his employment with jennifer connely. lie after lie, gee, he was SO RAD. Linzy, who not only has a girls name, but spells it like a total tool. and jeremy(?) who goes to the same college as my cousin and when i asked if they knew eachother he responded with a yes and made several remarks that definitely made him sound like my cousins secret, homosexual admirer. Hal Garrity, be warned.
So, apparently blogs are, like, SO in right now. cool. I had a livejournal, that's a blog, but now I must advance to something that has BLOG in the url.
blogs are awesome, i have a blog, i am AWESOME.
I should invite corporate investors to advertise on my BLOG and generate a handsome profit. YES SWEET SWEET CAPITALISM MY BABY.
Anyway, i need to make this friends only ( not to be obnoxious but i'm pretty sure that's what it is by default) but because the i carry the scars of creepers on myspace with me to this day. i must make sure you are not some 46 year old man living in an apartment in Wyoming wanting to read about what i ate this morning for breakfast. wait, no, i think i'll spare you the breakfast details. i do, however, plan to include all the juicy details about my summer which will inevitably include descriptions of the latest shade of pink i've painted my toenails and what flavor ice-pop is best for poolside lounging.
kisses!
kelley
edit: apparently,friends only not possible. well, possible but not happening as it seems to be one giant pain in the ass. Instead, we'll take the good faith approach and play a little game.
who i'd like to read this:
friends, family above the age of 16, perezhilton
who i'd i would NOT like to read this:
people who use myspace and/or blogs as a means of harassing or pursuing those of the female persuasion. also, no people who make loud noises when the eat, because i just don't like that.
blogs are awesome, i have a blog, i am AWESOME.
I should invite corporate investors to advertise on my BLOG and generate a handsome profit. YES SWEET SWEET CAPITALISM MY BABY.
Anyway, i need to make this friends only ( not to be obnoxious but i'm pretty sure that's what it is by default) but because the i carry the scars of creepers on myspace with me to this day. i must make sure you are not some 46 year old man living in an apartment in Wyoming wanting to read about what i ate this morning for breakfast. wait, no, i think i'll spare you the breakfast details. i do, however, plan to include all the juicy details about my summer which will inevitably include descriptions of the latest shade of pink i've painted my toenails and what flavor ice-pop is best for poolside lounging.
kisses!
kelley
edit: apparently,friends only not possible. well, possible but not happening as it seems to be one giant pain in the ass. Instead, we'll take the good faith approach and play a little game.
who i'd like to read this:
friends, family above the age of 16, perezhilton
who i'd i would NOT like to read this:
people who use myspace and/or blogs as a means of harassing or pursuing those of the female persuasion. also, no people who make loud noises when the eat, because i just don't like that.
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