Sunday, February 14, 2010
Wonka Pixles
Maybe we should try to cycle out our words and phrases.
Maybe I need to because I notice I use, 'perhaps,' 'well,' 'anyway(s)', 'yeah,' 'fucking christ,' 'ughhhh,' 'dude,' etcetera, all too often. This therefore makes what I have to say less interesting, what I write less interesting, what I think less interesting, and if I can't be interesting, then I want to quit. That is pretty narcissistic, but then again so am I. One of these days I will re-explore that project.
A project. A project. What is my project?
Maybe I need to because I notice I use, 'perhaps,' 'well,' 'anyway(s)', 'yeah,' 'fucking christ,' 'ughhhh,' 'dude,' etcetera, all too often. This therefore makes what I have to say less interesting, what I write less interesting, what I think less interesting, and if I can't be interesting, then I want to quit. That is pretty narcissistic, but then again so am I. One of these days I will re-explore that project.
A project. A project. What is my project?
Saturday, February 13, 2010
Thursday, February 11, 2010
Self-Erupt
Maybe we are all too fucking clever. Too ironic. We are so funny I cannot take it. I might have a stare off with a bottle soon. A juice bottle. Raspberry Cranberry Juice Bottle to be exact.
I was very tempted to throw my tool box at a wall and runaway.
I was very tempted to throw my tool box at a wall and runaway.
Wednesday, February 10, 2010
Penumbra Penumbra
Near everyone walked in single file lines today.
There is such a thing as walking traffic, which caused me to get out of the way and get into the snow.
Army crawling between the mounds of snow came to mind as a means of travel.
I was carrying a poster tube today and I was hoping that someone else was so we could having a jousting match but nothing that fun seems to happen anymore. I am looking for fun, anywhere, wholesome fun. I don't want fun that comes of drinking or fucking right now, just something wholesome.
My roommate's mother just called me. I am not sure how she got my number. She gave me important information and I have to hold onto it until my roommate wakes up. You could call it a burden but I am just a messenger, always and forever.
Perhaps I will start chronicling my days more frequently.
There is such a thing as walking traffic, which caused me to get out of the way and get into the snow.
Army crawling between the mounds of snow came to mind as a means of travel.
I was carrying a poster tube today and I was hoping that someone else was so we could having a jousting match but nothing that fun seems to happen anymore. I am looking for fun, anywhere, wholesome fun. I don't want fun that comes of drinking or fucking right now, just something wholesome.
My roommate's mother just called me. I am not sure how she got my number. She gave me important information and I have to hold onto it until my roommate wakes up. You could call it a burden but I am just a messenger, always and forever.
Perhaps I will start chronicling my days more frequently.
Tuesday, February 9, 2010
Throat Rape
I'm going to get sick. I'm going to get sick.I'm going to get sick.I'm going to get sick.I'm going to get sick.I'm going to get sick.I'm going to get sick.I'm going to get sick.FUCK.I'm going to get sick.I'm going to get sick.I'm going to get sick.I'm going to get sick.I'm going to get sick.I'm going to get sick.I'm going to get sick.I'm going to get sick.I'm going to get sick.I'm going to get sick.
Friday, February 5, 2010
Ha-Ha-Hoffa
Jimmy Hoffa
Prosecutors in Michigan say authorities are calling off their latest search for the remains of Jimmy Hoffa, the long-missing former Teamsters boss.
Prosecutors in Michigan say authorities are calling off their latest search for the remains of Jimmy Hoffa, the long-missing former Teamsters boss.
Thursday, February 4, 2010
Indian Blanket
I have recently joined this band and we are playing a show on Saturday! Come check it out!
Tuesday, February 2, 2010
Monday, February 1, 2010
New Hampshire
I want hugs, lots of hugs and trees.
All of my friends are moving at once and we haven't gone anywhere.
All of my friends are moving at once and we haven't gone anywhere.
Finger-Wagging
Work is an unnerving place. That is my word today--unnerving. Typically I decide not to write about it because it only solidfies that fact that I do, indeed, go to work and actually am very unproductive. I did the whole coffee, muffin, "Look at me, I'm a commuter and am important" kind of thing but that always comes to naught when my stomach problems begin to kick in.
This cubicle sucks. The desk is like a kidney bean and I constantly have to re-adjust the computer screen and the keyboard and the chair because it isn't realy my cubicle, I share it with other tutors, but at least my screensaver is always intact. Thanks screen-saver, whoever you are. Anyway, the point of that was it really hurts my wrists because it is not ergonmoically sound, this cubicle that is.
Additionally, I go to sit on the couch, this big orange thing that looks like it was stolen from SNICK (Saturday Night Nickelodeon), and this asshole who also happens to work where I work is sitting there all smug and with his crossword, and then a girl sits down, who I also work with and he starts talking to her about books and why anyone would buy books today and why not just have a Kindle. Fuck you! This is where I said 'FUCK YOU' in caps, in my head just like that. I really hate kindle for a variety of reasons.
One, I am a "writer" which means that the book industry is the most viable industry for anything my head poops onto paper. Books are the most obvious vehicle for this medium, DUH! Secondly, you cannot annotate on Kindle, or dog-ear, or have a really cool fancy bookmark that makes you appear learned. Third, books are tangible, they have a smell to them, a feel, they allow for contact, they look nice on a shelf, or a coffee table with coffee mug ring marks on their covers, or their missing jackets. Books are what allow for libraries, for quiet wandering, reasons to go the park, reasons to start conversation (granted you can do this Kindle or not), you can lend them to people like lending out swatches of your blood type so people know what kind of person you are even though it may not be a book you wrote. You get the idea. There are many more reasons and I could go further into depth but I have to go back to the couch to wait for a student that I will not have and now having said that I will get a student and I will tell them how much I hate kindle and am genuinely interested in their writng.
Mostly, I just wanted to write this because that dude is an asshole and I had to leave the couch because his asshole aura was wafting my way and I needed to retreat to my cubicle to write this and my wrists hurt a whole lot now and I hate reading in my cubicle because it is dark, and grey, and the chairs are also lacking in ergonomics (that word is too big for me to comprehend).
This cubicle sucks. The desk is like a kidney bean and I constantly have to re-adjust the computer screen and the keyboard and the chair because it isn't realy my cubicle, I share it with other tutors, but at least my screensaver is always intact. Thanks screen-saver, whoever you are. Anyway, the point of that was it really hurts my wrists because it is not ergonmoically sound, this cubicle that is.
Additionally, I go to sit on the couch, this big orange thing that looks like it was stolen from SNICK (Saturday Night Nickelodeon), and this asshole who also happens to work where I work is sitting there all smug and with his crossword, and then a girl sits down, who I also work with and he starts talking to her about books and why anyone would buy books today and why not just have a Kindle. Fuck you! This is where I said 'FUCK YOU' in caps, in my head just like that. I really hate kindle for a variety of reasons.
One, I am a "writer" which means that the book industry is the most viable industry for anything my head poops onto paper. Books are the most obvious vehicle for this medium, DUH! Secondly, you cannot annotate on Kindle, or dog-ear, or have a really cool fancy bookmark that makes you appear learned. Third, books are tangible, they have a smell to them, a feel, they allow for contact, they look nice on a shelf, or a coffee table with coffee mug ring marks on their covers, or their missing jackets. Books are what allow for libraries, for quiet wandering, reasons to go the park, reasons to start conversation (granted you can do this Kindle or not), you can lend them to people like lending out swatches of your blood type so people know what kind of person you are even though it may not be a book you wrote. You get the idea. There are many more reasons and I could go further into depth but I have to go back to the couch to wait for a student that I will not have and now having said that I will get a student and I will tell them how much I hate kindle and am genuinely interested in their writng.
Mostly, I just wanted to write this because that dude is an asshole and I had to leave the couch because his asshole aura was wafting my way and I needed to retreat to my cubicle to write this and my wrists hurt a whole lot now and I hate reading in my cubicle because it is dark, and grey, and the chairs are also lacking in ergonomics (that word is too big for me to comprehend).
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