tuesday, bloody tuesday

Apparently, at some point this afternoon I cut my thumb open. Don't know how, when, where, or anything. In fact I didn't even realize it until I saw some of my blood on some of the decals I was printing out. Then I found it all over my clothes, the table, my face -- practically everywhere. But boy, does it taste good.

Saw Reservoir Dogs this weekend. Bought it for $4 at Wal-Mart.

Got a bit wasted too. Wine, Rum, Tequila (petron actually). Good times.

Set up the Christmas Tree (loads of fun -- ha)

Read a little Hunter S. Thompson. Very good. Inspirational in fact. Makes me want to write. But really I shouldn't -- finals are this Friday and Monday. I'm thinking of taking off all of Thursday to study for Biology and Spanish. Well, just Biology really. 35 Chapters. Plus 15 some odd labs. All has to be memorized. But I'm not sure. I'm not working more than a half day.

Do you hear me? Can you believe what I just said? Taking off work to STUDY. Seriously. As in, no bullshit. I must be sick or something. The Sunshine must be getting to me.

cat murderer

For the record, I typed this post once and then blogger went gay and shut off safari, etc. Not cool.

I'm reading Kings of Infinite Space by James Hynes right now (thanks Brandon). It's really, really good. Even made me laugh out loud a few times.

A day or two ago I was working on the John & Elena story, when I noticed I was actually starting to write like Hynes some; comedic relief within a tense scene to break it up a little. Somehow I worked in a huge reference to Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory as well. Maybe I ate some shrooms.

There was a Gerber Baby commercial on TV a minute ago ( inbetween the Price is Right and all of the soaps). The song they had for it was amazing. Somewhere between the Napoleon Dynamite title track and Hot Chip. Effin Awesome. I tried to find it on YouTube, but no such luck. The portion they had didn't have any words, but I'm thinking it does.

Friday night I was suppose to go get trashed with some friends. I backed out at the last minute. I guess I just felt like being alone (I am allowed an emo moment every now and again, everyone else seems to get one). So I stayed home, washed some towels (so I could actually take a shower), watched The 300, "found" some vodka, bought some mango nectar, and went to town. Alone.

Isn't it funny how easy it is to feel on top of things?

What is even greater is realizing that you just fell back down.

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Sunshine...you should never have posted this.
It makes me (insert negative emotion here).

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Tomorrow night it looks like Brandon and I are going to see the Sister Hazel show. I hope it's good. I've almost gotten to the point that I don't even care who I go see -- I just want to go hear music.
Let me RE-emphasize: ALMOST.

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I read a very interesting, very short story yesterday;
The Story of an Hour by Kate Chopin.
It's about how a wife reacts to losing her husband in 1870-something.
Chopin is a big women's rights activist. This story touches on those principles and then flees from them (kind of).
Check it out. It may not be what you expect.