Today was the last day of real class this semester (I still have a final next Thursday though), and I've decided not to take a summer semester. This means I have about 3 months to do whatever I can think of. "Please," I say to myself, "do something worthwhile--have fun--don't stay indoors the whole time watching tv or infront of a computer screen--do something new and exciting for a change God-damn-it." If all else fails, I should atleast get a job or something.
My days as of late havn't been to swell. I've been sick for a while. I had a fever and was totally immobile for a couple of days and I had this continius headache that seemed to last forever--I'm feeling better now. Before this my allergies kicked in and I started getting bloody noses rountinely. Before that--a few weeks ago--I got food poisening and puked my guts out (among other bodily expulsions). I thought I had to Ebola virus or something. But strangely the next day I was fine.
Anyway, I had this 10 page history project due last Wednesday. Even though I was given the whole semester to do it I didn't get serious about it until the last minute. I mean--I checked out books from the library, but I didn't take notes from the readings or read that much for that matter. Jump to a week before it was due and I hadn't had anything written down. I started cramming all the material in the last 3 remaining days. Second day remaining and I still had nothing for my paper--that night was when I got the fever. I threw in the towel for the history class the next morning with a bastard of a headache--deciding to take the class again next semester. This is the second time in a row I choked at a big final paper, which says I havn't learned much from my mistakes, which makes me feel helpless.
When you don't learn from your mistakes your conscience belittles every resolution you try to make. "Oh, what's that? You're going to start waking up early in the mornings? Yeah, sure you will. (caugh) (caugh) bullshit (caugh)" And I'm like, "Fuck you conscience--you suck." And he's like, "Whatever dude."
Plans for the weekend (basically, from now untill next Thursday): See Coldplay at the Shoreline Amphitheater on Friday (tommarrow). The next day, wake up at 8 and go to work to landscape my Aunt's Boss' yard with my cousin--get $20. Use the $20 to get batteries for my cd player and take a trip downtown to see a movie and cruise the city streets, listening to sweet music amongst the yuppies and assorted weird people. Then on Sunday my cousin, his friends, and I have plans to shoot a horror movie in the woods. I wonder how it will turn out. Last Monday we were supposed to shoot but it got cancelled, so who knows? That's as far as my plans go, besides that play a bunch of music, go outside some more, take pictures, watch some movies, throw some video games in there and you have a packed weekend. Wishful thinking? I hope I get atleast 2 of those.
My days as of late havn't been to swell. I've been sick for a while. I had a fever and was totally immobile for a couple of days and I had this continius headache that seemed to last forever--I'm feeling better now. Before this my allergies kicked in and I started getting bloody noses rountinely. Before that--a few weeks ago--I got food poisening and puked my guts out (among other bodily expulsions). I thought I had to Ebola virus or something. But strangely the next day I was fine.
Anyway, I had this 10 page history project due last Wednesday. Even though I was given the whole semester to do it I didn't get serious about it until the last minute. I mean--I checked out books from the library, but I didn't take notes from the readings or read that much for that matter. Jump to a week before it was due and I hadn't had anything written down. I started cramming all the material in the last 3 remaining days. Second day remaining and I still had nothing for my paper--that night was when I got the fever. I threw in the towel for the history class the next morning with a bastard of a headache--deciding to take the class again next semester. This is the second time in a row I choked at a big final paper, which says I havn't learned much from my mistakes, which makes me feel helpless.
When you don't learn from your mistakes your conscience belittles every resolution you try to make. "Oh, what's that? You're going to start waking up early in the mornings? Yeah, sure you will. (caugh) (caugh) bullshit (caugh)" And I'm like, "Fuck you conscience--you suck." And he's like, "Whatever dude."
Plans for the weekend (basically, from now untill next Thursday): See Coldplay at the Shoreline Amphitheater on Friday (tommarrow). The next day, wake up at 8 and go to work to landscape my Aunt's Boss' yard with my cousin--get $20. Use the $20 to get batteries for my cd player and take a trip downtown to see a movie and cruise the city streets, listening to sweet music amongst the yuppies and assorted weird people. Then on Sunday my cousin, his friends, and I have plans to shoot a horror movie in the woods. I wonder how it will turn out. Last Monday we were supposed to shoot but it got cancelled, so who knows? That's as far as my plans go, besides that play a bunch of music, go outside some more, take pictures, watch some movies, throw some video games in there and you have a packed weekend. Wishful thinking? I hope I get atleast 2 of those.
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bionicfemme:
Thank you so much about what you said on Much Obliged in my journal! I promise to write more when I have sex again, which will be when I am 45... 
n:
thanks for telling me about brown bunny. i still haven't seen palookaville yet, but i want to soon.