Sunday, September 19, 2004
wow i really have not posted for a long time. i was waiting for things like oh raedy, please post please come back and post for the love of god please post. but nobody did that. so i'll go ahead and post anyways.
here's what's happened lately
i turned 23. whew. i feel old.
i got a big grant. so now i should be much less poor. theoretically. but it's true what they say, mo money mo problems, right? i wouldn't know...
i cut my hair. the internal dialogue which accompanied this, uh, decision, went a little something like this:
i hate my hair. i am so sick of my hair. it's so long i hate it it gets in my way all the time i hate it i hate it i hate...are those scissors? hmmm, that would be so funny if i had my hair in a ponytail and then cut it off and mike came in here and i was holding the ponytail in my hand....
so yeah that's what i did. then we trimmed it up a bit andso yeah i have a haircut. i think i might cut more though. because i sincerely really truly do hate having hair. at least for now. i'd rather not think about it.
i think mike is attempting to wrap a present in the living room. he is being very paper-noisy.
mike and i are both big freaking slobs. our apartment is so freaking messy and disgusting if we had children the police would come and take them away. if the police found out that we had a bunny they would probably come and take her away. jeez, we are slobs big time!
the funny thing is mike thinks i'm the messy one and i think he's the messy one. so i guess we are probably both the messy ones. it's annoying because we can't find anything and piles of crap keep falling over and trapping us under them. i caught mike yesterday with his arm under a pile of old magazines and he was trying to cut his arm off to escape but then i showed him he could just pick the magazines up and put them where they go and he would be free. we are living like animals.
i got a nice new big office pretty much all to myself. it's awesome. i'm going to take a lot of my crap there (like books and the such). i should be getting a big check this week and then we are going to get a tall bookshelf and for some reason i feel like that will make things cleaner but probably more shit will just pile up there. i don't know. we're slobs. for real, babez.
i love mike but one thing i wish he was cleaner. not that he's any less clean than me. i just wish he was one of those really clean people who need cleanliness to such an extent that they'll clean up after you. becuase i'm really not a clean person and i don't care but it's a pain when you're looking for something like a tiny envelope or your keys or something and shit is everywhere.
mike and i found a cool bar down the street from our house. we are pretty popular there now. we are the dj's there. people give us money to play whatever we want in the jukebox. that jukebox is awesome. but i don't wanna go there too much because yeah a person shouldn't go to a bar everyday. because generally you drink when you are at a bar. and you probably shouldn't drink every day. at least i definitely shouldn't. i'm not a drinker.
i'm more of a thinker. but a person shouldn't think every day either because then you become a thinkaholic and things seem so much more important to you than what they really are. and your head will get big.
here's what's happened lately
i turned 23. whew. i feel old.
i got a big grant. so now i should be much less poor. theoretically. but it's true what they say, mo money mo problems, right? i wouldn't know...
i cut my hair. the internal dialogue which accompanied this, uh, decision, went a little something like this:
i hate my hair. i am so sick of my hair. it's so long i hate it it gets in my way all the time i hate it i hate it i hate...are those scissors? hmmm, that would be so funny if i had my hair in a ponytail and then cut it off and mike came in here and i was holding the ponytail in my hand....
so yeah that's what i did. then we trimmed it up a bit andso yeah i have a haircut. i think i might cut more though. because i sincerely really truly do hate having hair. at least for now. i'd rather not think about it.
i think mike is attempting to wrap a present in the living room. he is being very paper-noisy.
mike and i are both big freaking slobs. our apartment is so freaking messy and disgusting if we had children the police would come and take them away. if the police found out that we had a bunny they would probably come and take her away. jeez, we are slobs big time!
the funny thing is mike thinks i'm the messy one and i think he's the messy one. so i guess we are probably both the messy ones. it's annoying because we can't find anything and piles of crap keep falling over and trapping us under them. i caught mike yesterday with his arm under a pile of old magazines and he was trying to cut his arm off to escape but then i showed him he could just pick the magazines up and put them where they go and he would be free. we are living like animals.
i got a nice new big office pretty much all to myself. it's awesome. i'm going to take a lot of my crap there (like books and the such). i should be getting a big check this week and then we are going to get a tall bookshelf and for some reason i feel like that will make things cleaner but probably more shit will just pile up there. i don't know. we're slobs. for real, babez.
i love mike but one thing i wish he was cleaner. not that he's any less clean than me. i just wish he was one of those really clean people who need cleanliness to such an extent that they'll clean up after you. becuase i'm really not a clean person and i don't care but it's a pain when you're looking for something like a tiny envelope or your keys or something and shit is everywhere.
mike and i found a cool bar down the street from our house. we are pretty popular there now. we are the dj's there. people give us money to play whatever we want in the jukebox. that jukebox is awesome. but i don't wanna go there too much because yeah a person shouldn't go to a bar everyday. because generally you drink when you are at a bar. and you probably shouldn't drink every day. at least i definitely shouldn't. i'm not a drinker.
i'm more of a thinker. but a person shouldn't think every day either because then you become a thinkaholic and things seem so much more important to you than what they really are. and your head will get big.
