uncommoncold

This is the part where school decides to drop by, slap me across the face, and come sit in my living room. Unwanted. It's the guest that never leaves at the right time, the person that shows up everywhere that you don't want to see them, the silverfish that crawl in your baseboards and circumnavigate your water pipes.

I'm writing a paper on Thucydides and I can't bring myself to care about it. That's all this comes down to. I love to learn, but school just isn't doing it for me.

In other news, the show last night- the Hidden Cameras- was fucking amazing. I danced! Me, dancing! I don't do dancing; I usually just do drinking. Talk about a reverse from the norm. Went to Ferris' for drinks beforehand and had a lychee martini. I could die a happy girl if I had one of those in my hand.

Also, I bought a hat yesterday. It looks kind of like this, but kind of not..



It makes me look like a mushroom and I like that.

My head is going to explode! Awesome! I'm afraid that I'm starting to get sick. I can't afford to be sick right now; not for the next week and a half. Too much work to do.

Kind of wish I had written a 'zine when I was seventeen. And I kind of want to write one now. I talked to an old punk rock guy- also known as Dan, the son of my boss- at work the other day, and he has a cello and is acquiring a bass clarinet in the near future. We're going to get together sometime soon and I'm determined to both get back into playing clarinet and learn the cello. Bass clarinet kicks fucking ass.

i'm just one of those girls who loves the shit out of you