she'll hold your shotgun while you do-si-do
free. free at last.
for six wonderful, relaxing days, that is. and it's a good thing, since my mind has been effectively reduced to a spongey, pink blob of somewhat pulsing nerves and completely fried brain cells. relief, i think, could not feel any better than this. i take that back. that relief you feel after you've been in a car for 6 hours and you finally emptied your desperate bladder... that's better. but it's shortlived.
i had a dream i met a wanna-be adam sandler last night. i don't know why it had such a huge impact that i can still remember it. i think it was because it was one of those dreams that wouldn't end. i kept drifting in and out of semiconsciousness and no matter what, there was that fat, greasy guy, wearing one of those t-shits that are supposed to look vintage but are mass produced by companies that supply style for those who don't know what to wear in the morning, like abercrombie, or american eagle, and those horrible sunglasses that every single person of my generation wore when they were little. the ones that were horn-rimmed but black and plastic, with vibrant colors for the arms that hook around your ears.
you know the ones.
anyway, he was trying to convince me that i should dispose of a hand-shaped water balloon that i had purchased from a girlscout. and then it popped all over this girl who claimed to be his wife. serves her right, that bitch.
the rest of the day was quite eventless, if you subtract the whole part where i had two midterms in two hours.
i did run into Interest AGAIN today. he ruffled my hair, once again calling me Shortstuff. blatent flirting. that was, maybe, the easiest catch in history. time to move on. my bio lab ta is rather attractive...
for six wonderful, relaxing days, that is. and it's a good thing, since my mind has been effectively reduced to a spongey, pink blob of somewhat pulsing nerves and completely fried brain cells. relief, i think, could not feel any better than this. i take that back. that relief you feel after you've been in a car for 6 hours and you finally emptied your desperate bladder... that's better. but it's shortlived.
i had a dream i met a wanna-be adam sandler last night. i don't know why it had such a huge impact that i can still remember it. i think it was because it was one of those dreams that wouldn't end. i kept drifting in and out of semiconsciousness and no matter what, there was that fat, greasy guy, wearing one of those t-shits that are supposed to look vintage but are mass produced by companies that supply style for those who don't know what to wear in the morning, like abercrombie, or american eagle, and those horrible sunglasses that every single person of my generation wore when they were little. the ones that were horn-rimmed but black and plastic, with vibrant colors for the arms that hook around your ears.
you know the ones.
anyway, he was trying to convince me that i should dispose of a hand-shaped water balloon that i had purchased from a girlscout. and then it popped all over this girl who claimed to be his wife. serves her right, that bitch.
the rest of the day was quite eventless, if you subtract the whole part where i had two midterms in two hours.
i did run into Interest AGAIN today. he ruffled my hair, once again calling me Shortstuff. blatent flirting. that was, maybe, the easiest catch in history. time to move on. my bio lab ta is rather attractive...
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