O, so sleepy, so sleepy. I suppose I can only stay up so late so many nights in a row before my body decides to sleep when I'm not exactly wanting to do so. Sometime, I'd like to be in bed by 10 in the PM, but seeing as I'm more of a nocturnal creature..that's just not happening. For example, it's 11:08 PM and I just woke up from a four hour nap. Ugh, too, because I still have that sleep taste in my mouth, whatever it's called. I don't think I notice it at 6 AM when I wake up (for a second time?) because it's...well, 6 AM. I use the shampoo and conditioner in the wrong order so many times, and somehow manage to run into the wall and smack my elbows that the sleeping taste in my mouth just doesn't compare. Til now. And I believe I still have that enlarged tastebud on the tip of my tongue; I still keep trying to nibble it off, but I believe my whole tongue except the tastebud is starting to feel that.
I went to the art museum today, because I have a final there next tuesday. I saw alot more than when I went in November, but it closed at 8 tonight and we weren't bound to a time schedule. There were a few pieces that floored me that I'd like to write my essays on. If only I could remember which ones, I wouldn't lose time looking for them.
If anyone ever wants to make me happy, take me to an art museum and act like you're atleast semi-interested. And plan to spend hours there. And buy me a few 11 x 20 miniature pieces I fall in love with at the gift shop. Money doesn't make my world go round, but it funds the energy cost well enough.
Afterwards, we went to a restaraunt, which is something I avoid altogether. I am the most pickiest eater one could ever meet, that if we went to a fricken buffet, I could possibly find not one damn thing I'd even atleast try to see if I liked it. But, I made a small step and ordered something I never had before; one of the only American dishes in a Mexican themed place, but, it was something new
I'm thinking they gave me the wrong food, though. I ordered a cashew chicken sandwich, and I believe I got the tuna sandwich. 
Well, there weren't cashews, and I don't believe you can stick your finger into a piece of chicken and end up with this messy mess all over your finger, denoting it was not a solid piece of meat. Nonetheless, I did not complain, and as much as I dislike tuna, I ate my way through one half. I was disappointed; someone else had the same phone as I did, and this type has the tip calculator on it. Well, I was too slow and didn't get to calculate the tip 
. I swear, a cell phone has to be good for something, right? 
As we ate, we talked about the girls who had gotten themselves pregnant over the summer, some of them with some pretty terrible drug habits. Not to sound mean, but some of those girls are just terrible, and would be terrible mothers. If they don't plan on atleast giving the child up for adoption, I'm hoping it (the fetus) doesn't even make it to birth, for the sake of the child. That is how fucked up they are. We talked of sex, and how big the guy was that we each lost it to (talking in inches ), we talked about taking shits, we talked about..what did we talk about? I'm sure if I had actually 'been there' for the other half of the conversation, I'd know, eh? Honestly, I'd almost forgotten what it was like to go out and have a meaningful afternoon with a nice dinner to end it with other human beings. Probably because it's never happened often before. Dates always were at night, and I never have those anyway.
Milwaukee is..great. It awes me everytime I'm driven through the city, anywhere, because it's just so..wowza. While at the museum, the sun had been setting, and standing at the end of a gallery near a tall window, looking at the sky (facing west) through an opening between the tall buildings with office lights still on, I couldn't help but feel so happy with the moment. Moments such as that are rare, and if you disturb me when I'm in one, you'll have hell to pay when it's over
. Milwaukee also makes me miss a certain someone, and makes me realize that soon, so very, very soon, things are going to get so much better. I almost shit my pants in antipation. 
My tongue is feeling numb, and my stomach still has an ache from el tuna. Is tuna sea food? I don't do sea food. Well, fish is good. Like cod. But tuna is just yucky.
Someday, I'm going to get so sick of typing, and when I do, everyone is going to sigh a sigh of relief and say, 'thank god her fingers are finally too stiff to move at super speeds', or that 'her laziness has finally seeped into her willingness to type gigantic amounts of nonsense'. No worries, it hasn't happened yet.
I went to the art museum today, because I have a final there next tuesday. I saw alot more than when I went in November, but it closed at 8 tonight and we weren't bound to a time schedule. There were a few pieces that floored me that I'd like to write my essays on. If only I could remember which ones, I wouldn't lose time looking for them.
If anyone ever wants to make me happy, take me to an art museum and act like you're atleast semi-interested. And plan to spend hours there. And buy me a few 11 x 20 miniature pieces I fall in love with at the gift shop. Money doesn't make my world go round, but it funds the energy cost well enough.
Afterwards, we went to a restaraunt, which is something I avoid altogether. I am the most pickiest eater one could ever meet, that if we went to a fricken buffet, I could possibly find not one damn thing I'd even atleast try to see if I liked it. But, I made a small step and ordered something I never had before; one of the only American dishes in a Mexican themed place, but, it was something new
I'm thinking they gave me the wrong food, though. I ordered a cashew chicken sandwich, and I believe I got the tuna sandwich. Well, there weren't cashews, and I don't believe you can stick your finger into a piece of chicken and end up with this messy mess all over your finger, denoting it was not a solid piece of meat. Nonetheless, I did not complain, and as much as I dislike tuna, I ate my way through one half. I was disappointed; someone else had the same phone as I did, and this type has the tip calculator on it. Well, I was too slow and didn't get to calculate the tip . I swear, a cell phone has to be good for something, right?
As we ate, we talked about the girls who had gotten themselves pregnant over the summer, some of them with some pretty terrible drug habits.
Not to sound mean, but some of those girls are just terrible, and would be terrible mothers. If they don't plan on atleast giving the child up for adoption, I'm hoping it (the fetus) doesn't even make it to birth, for the sake of the child. That is how fucked up they are. We talked of sex, and how big the guy was that we each lost it to (talking in inches ), we talked about taking shits, we talked about..what did we talk about? I'm sure if I had actually 'been there' for the other half of the conversation, I'd know, eh? Honestly, I'd almost forgotten what it was like to go out and have a meaningful afternoon with a nice dinner to end it with other human beings. Probably because it's never happened often before. Dates always were at night, and I never have those anyway.
Milwaukee is..great. It awes me everytime I'm driven through the city, anywhere, because it's just so..wowza. While at the museum, the sun had been setting, and standing at the end of a gallery near a tall window, looking at the sky (facing west) through an opening between the tall buildings with office lights still on, I couldn't help but feel so happy with the moment. Moments such as that are rare, and if you disturb me when I'm in one, you'll have hell to pay when it's over
. Milwaukee also makes me miss a certain someone, and makes me realize that soon, so very, very soon, things are going to get so much better. I almost shit my pants in antipation.
My tongue is feeling numb, and my stomach still has an ache from el tuna.
Is tuna sea food? I don't do sea food. Well, fish is good. Like cod. But tuna is just yucky.
Someday, I'm going to get so sick of typing, and when I do, everyone is going to sigh a sigh of relief and say, 'thank god her fingers are finally too stiff to move at super speeds', or that 'her laziness has finally seeped into her willingness to type gigantic amounts of nonsense'. No worries, it hasn't happened yet.
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Wait, did I say that out loud?
I have a couple of random thoughts/comments. If you figure out what that taste in your mouth when you wake up is called, will you tell me? I've been calling it "Affertham." Did you see anything at the museum you particularly liked? Is it possible that you got a chicken salad sandwich? I am disheartened that you all remembered your first time in inches.