saturday, may 6
same picture because, um, i'm still wearing the bracelets and the nailpolish (albeit chipped).
freak fact:
i can fit one whole bracelet inside my mouth - two if it's one in each cheek. yes, i am the amazing chipmunk lady - all hail me.
okay, i didn't flash them (suggested method by gene if it ever happens again) - i just pulled out my DIE DIE DIE FUCKERS scream and told them to fuck off. they didn't, but i was too tired to notice once i reached the other side of the street, and soon enough the lights turned and they screeched off.
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anyhow. my existence consist of warm weather, confusing finals, spider-webbed black stockings (the webs glow in the dark!) and pleasant dreams of that guy at school i never talk to. i spent a day downloading video clips and mooning over douglas coupland (which bugged the guy i never talk to immensly - "why are you looking at the screen like you're in looooooove?") ... what can i say.
coupland is clever and it makes him oddly hot and i like scrunching my brain once every blue moon. i'm currently identifying a lot with the concept that our minds are disconnected from time -- i even turned a final paper into that topic. it would explain why i'm twenty-two and yet cannot identify with the word "woman" and still consider certain things "grown-up" things that make me laugh like butthead when i do them. "huh-huh-huh, i'm paying a bill!! huh-huh-huh, i'm buying alcohol!!"
now if only somebody could please please donate couplands' latest book to me i'd be so happy i'd name a future pet after you. um, okay, whatever. :)
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i think joaquin phoenix was severely hopped up on drugs when he was on letterman the other night. it was really, really weird to see. i'm still looking forward to seeing Gladiator this weekend. swords and metal and italy and people named Maximus and shit - oh, what a must.
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okay, bye. my last final (final final??) is on wednesday, so communication will be sparse after that, but you know what a web-monkey i am. yeah. be well, gluteus maximus!