God, just got to 411 words on my profile paper, thought I’d type a short entry. Philosophy and History were fun, hung out with Danielle and her brother Chris at KidTown for like, a while. We spun ourselves sick on the tire swing becuase Dani and I both said “I’ve never puked on a ride.” I spun myself for at least five minutes when this wave of nausea hit me. Dani, Chris, and I were flat on our stomachs on the park’s picnic table, we felt miserable and nauseous. We went to see the costumes at Front Street Emporium, that sewy lady that sews them, she has like no imagination, they all sucked. We went back to Dani’s house, I told her a bunch of really beautiful stories about my life, it felt cool to enlighten Dani about my life, now that I think about it I’ve had a pretty cool life. She loved my anecdotes, and I would have loved them if I were hearing them. Dani and I are such good friends, it’s so weird! It’s probably cuz we hang out all the time. Oh! Christine is coming over this Saturday, I think we’re going to have fun. Well my carpal tunnel think is starting to hurt, I should get back to my English paper. Fuck, my Art midterm is tomorrow.
OMG I called Christine today and she couldn’t talk, it sucked, I wrote her this hella-lame letter because I was bored (mostly to make her mad at me, lol). Not really, I actually wanted to write her, but my friends were talking to me and I had to stop writing. I mean, if she really wants to know what’s going on, she can just read my blog. Well, the reason I wanted to call her was because I was watching this REALLY disturbing Italian movie about this taxi driver’s night, he was confessing that from an early age he had sex with pumpkins, then moved on to a lamb, then he did his brother’s wife because she had an ass like the pumpkins and these wool underwear that reminded him of the sheep. Just when I thought it couldn’t get more disturbing, it did. Save me from this world! Well, back to the salt mines (my English paper).
Wow, I just found the coolest word, I’m looking up words for my English paper…I want to use words that I’m not quite sure of what they mean…I was going to use a metaphor that KidTown was a “Babylon” of sorts…I looked it up, and it means a place devoted to materialism and sensual pleasure. And that made me think of Queer As Folk. The club in that show is called the Babylon. I wonder if that’s some kind of integrated sattire by the creators of the show. Probably not, but it would make me respect the writers of the show more.
> Some song on this CD, I don’t know what it’s called but it’s this Industrial song and it starts with “Time is running out…for the planet earth”, it’s gravy.
OMG I just found the uber-coolest word, Necropolis, it means cemetery or cemetary in an ancient city. SWEET. If I ever make a band, I’m calling it Necropolis.
