I think my favorite Bob Dylan song is Wigwam.
Working on a couple of new stories.
Tuesday, September 26, 2006
Wednesday, September 20, 2006
I only read futures, I don't evaluate them.
There are two things in my life that I don't have time for. Adult Contemporary Jazz and Golfing, yet this morning when I woke up I thought, "Wow this weather would be great to play Golf in." The Jazz part is just something that I know I'll never have time for, on the pure base fact that I don't get it.
I had a dream last night that I was still living back in the apartment with Jane. It was like I woke up and I was in our bedroom and I walked into the living room and checked my e-mail and went back to bed. Then I woke up to my alarm and realized I was here on Sycamore street and that TAD had his NPR/alarm blaring the BBC. It was weird to wake up twice in two different places. My mind woke up there but my body woke up here.
I had a dream last night that I was still living back in the apartment with Jane. It was like I woke up and I was in our bedroom and I walked into the living room and checked my e-mail and went back to bed. Then I woke up to my alarm and realized I was here on Sycamore street and that TAD had his NPR/alarm blaring the BBC. It was weird to wake up twice in two different places. My mind woke up there but my body woke up here.
Tuesday, September 12, 2006
I am having a love affair with this ice cream sandwich.
Ugh.
My allergies are killing me to the point where you sniffle so much in class, and then the girl behind you offers you a tissue becuase somehow you're offending her. Thanks girl with lowrise jeans and pink ROXY t-shirt. I appreciate it.
Last night we watched Bring It On: All or Nothing, completing the trilogy of Cheertastic movies. It was...entertaining. Pretty much the same premise (white school vs. black school with the one Asian cheerleader in the mix). I wonder if that's how living in a Cheerleader world really is. Always having to play the race card while doing double lutzes and yelling Go Whoever. Heavy issues man.
I'm off to have lunch with Luke and Aya and then work.
My allergies are killing me to the point where you sniffle so much in class, and then the girl behind you offers you a tissue becuase somehow you're offending her. Thanks girl with lowrise jeans and pink ROXY t-shirt. I appreciate it.
Last night we watched Bring It On: All or Nothing, completing the trilogy of Cheertastic movies. It was...entertaining. Pretty much the same premise (white school vs. black school with the one Asian cheerleader in the mix). I wonder if that's how living in a Cheerleader world really is. Always having to play the race card while doing double lutzes and yelling Go Whoever. Heavy issues man.
I'm off to have lunch with Luke and Aya and then work.
Monday, September 11, 2006
This must be where pies go when they die.
My meeting with the Undergraduated English advisor, Terrence, was this morning. Two classes. Two more classes and then I'll be finished with my degree in Creative Writing.
When I was younger, I collected office supplies in hopes of one day working in a cubicle or an office. I would have staplers and reams of paper, a couple of typewriters (Computers were still foreign to me at that age) and a desk my dad bought at an office surplus store. I'd spend hours arranging and collating, filing things with stickers and labels. Subconsciously, I think that I wanted to be middle of the road, average necktie and jacket kind of guy. It was a sense of security, being able just to have some sort of job from 9-5 with a pension and a Datsun.
Gone are those days.
When I was younger, I collected office supplies in hopes of one day working in a cubicle or an office. I would have staplers and reams of paper, a couple of typewriters (Computers were still foreign to me at that age) and a desk my dad bought at an office surplus store. I'd spend hours arranging and collating, filing things with stickers and labels. Subconsciously, I think that I wanted to be middle of the road, average necktie and jacket kind of guy. It was a sense of security, being able just to have some sort of job from 9-5 with a pension and a Datsun.
Gone are those days.
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