Wednesday, May 02, 2007
"There's an old guy sitting on the bench on your porch"
Great.
Yesterday I put my rats on my desk to cruise while I was cleaning their house. Not two minutes go by, and they somehow manage to pull up my itunes by jamming on my keyboard, and I just hear "comfortably numb" start playing from the other room. Ahhh the clever rascals, I would have personally chosen a certain smashing pumpkins song, but I guess that's a little too obvious.
Angsty motherfuckers. We're all just angsty motherfuckers.
So I was somehow a participant of hotboxing a tent last night. And yeah, it was as bad as that sounds. I was rightfully stupid there for a while. But there was some pretty funny shit, including the hilarious thought to me of relating 5 people crammed in a tent to a seed. And yeah, that sounds retarded, and arguably is, but I swear there's a connection. Haha, jesus, my poor brain.
I had some frantic dream about getting stabbed in the stomach (I think by my brother?) and some theme of losing family and reuniting with family. So it goes.
I'm always scrambling to write my thoughts, ideas and doodles down when they are so fleeting. And then I sit here and type about...shite. I need to get one of those e-sketch things, seriously. Since most of my science classes this quarter hamper the possibility of taking notes on my laptop (CL- + H+ => HCL is a clusterfuck and headache even more so than it is to begin with) I've been happily taking manual notes and completely scribbling over those notes with doodles. Feels good to be back. Haha.
Tool show tonight, zomg epicness is upon the horizon.
later.
Yesterday I put my rats on my desk to cruise while I was cleaning their house. Not two minutes go by, and they somehow manage to pull up my itunes by jamming on my keyboard, and I just hear "comfortably numb" start playing from the other room. Ahhh the clever rascals, I would have personally chosen a certain smashing pumpkins song, but I guess that's a little too obvious.
Angsty motherfuckers. We're all just angsty motherfuckers.
So I was somehow a participant of hotboxing a tent last night. And yeah, it was as bad as that sounds. I was rightfully stupid there for a while. But there was some pretty funny shit, including the hilarious thought to me of relating 5 people crammed in a tent to a seed. And yeah, that sounds retarded, and arguably is, but I swear there's a connection. Haha, jesus, my poor brain.
I had some frantic dream about getting stabbed in the stomach (I think by my brother?) and some theme of losing family and reuniting with family. So it goes.
I'm always scrambling to write my thoughts, ideas and doodles down when they are so fleeting. And then I sit here and type about...shite. I need to get one of those e-sketch things, seriously. Since most of my science classes this quarter hamper the possibility of taking notes on my laptop (CL- + H+ => HCL is a clusterfuck and headache even more so than it is to begin with) I've been happily taking manual notes and completely scribbling over those notes with doodles. Feels good to be back. Haha.
Tool show tonight, zomg epicness is upon the horizon.
later.
// posted by Elkay @ 10:43 AM 
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