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he bams?
quite possibly the most disturbing thing i've ever seen at a wal-mart (and there are many) is hearing william hung's characteresque (retarded?) voice while looking for cough syrup. i spin around to see on a television screen good ol' hung decked out in a wal-mart vest, shilling and dancing to what some horrid ricky martin song. i was honestly troubled for days, and i never purchased nyquil there again. i have no idea why i'm bringing this up........

currently i'm at my community college's library wasting time with this and several other bullshit activities. i'm waiting for my friend will to show up. he's driving in from mobile so we can drive together to gainesville to see christopher o'riley play some radiohead songs. it should be quite the experience. it's also will's birthday, so i'm sure we'll be mighty drunk by night's end.

here's hoping i don't garner a criminal record with alachua county by tomorrow morining!

in the cd player:

jhann jhannsson virulegu forsetar (i like his first one better. this one is also incredibly beautiful, but requires more patience.)

mellow pefect colors (great. it'll make you appreciate frenchies with psychadelic flares.)

elliott smith from a basement on a hill (since finishing "elliott smith and the big nothing", i went back and fell in love with an album i was initially disapointed with. elliott will be missed for quite some time.)

pulp his n hers (i love the album cover to this one.)