Now I’m on break, which is really great even though it means I end up with a lot less human interaction. My mom and brothers are in Lubbock (why?) and dad doesn’t come home until six, which means I don’t have to be civilized for a while. I think I’ll be sitting around and alternating between Salman Rushdie’s Step Across This Line and Edward S. Herman and Noam Chomsky’s Manufacturing Consent.
I tend to try for quality here, which makes my writing style a bit forced, I think. Merle’s place is generally superior. I’m missing her. Withdrawal symptoms take the form of cynicism and chocolate.
I’m not too socially competent, now that I think about it. The kind of person that I could call up and invite out usually doesn’t interest me, and the kind of person I really like is pretty well-established and unattainable. I still feel like I’ve got a life back in Michigan and am just sort of skimming the surface here in Austin, which is pretty sad, considering I’ve been here nearly a year. Then again, I’m usually pretty happy, I’m involved, my grades have taken a hit but I’m still getting mail from colleges. I think I’m just hung up on my complete inability to get out on weekends. Where do I want to go, anyway? With whom? Look, I can still be grammar-sensitive when confused!
My mom dragged me to some speech by a Polish guy yesterday about his experiences when deported to Siberia. He was refreshingly devoid of self-pity — quite an accomplishment, considering how terrible two years in a concentration camp at thirteen must have been. He was a funny, sanguine, anecdotal guy, a real success story, and it was a good thing to listen to.
Bilal says “nererrgagaggaraaaaggghh, she should be here right now.”
as he strums on his guitar in a jungle like tone.
dude, why are you not here if you have a break, ESPECIALLY when we have one too!
because she doesn’t love you?
Eeey, you have the ability to do it, you should go out randomly with homeless people. I keep wanting to but I never get the chance because I, can’t.
Social, socialism, Oooh, Spider. Why is it on my table. It says hellow, yes, with a w. Weird spider. It’s yellowish, hee, it doesn’t know where it’s going.
Never be afraid to dive into your own reflection.
Never be afraid to drown.
-Although it is one of the most horrible deaths I can Imagine. Oh yeah, err. Scary…
I had a nightmare last night… Not a dream.
There was this child, breastfeeding, and I switched it with a monster. And it ate the mother.
You don’t want to picture this.
And then I met Adan at this hotel. And he was showing me how to jump off of buildings. And he broke his foot, and I called an ambulence.
-weird, i’ve been sleeping for 3 nights in a row and I start to have multiple dreams, I oughta cut down again. bye
i know what you mean, i rarely get out on weekends, it seems that i can’t even be bothered to call anyone to make plans…i’ve even stopped answering my phone and am thinking of getting rid of it all together. have i developed some kind of strange disease? lol, or maybe my antisocial tendencies are becoming more extreme. hmm….