Just got home from the bar- all the dancing kills my poor joints the walk home I thought my pelvis was going to snap- I don’t know how I’m going to trek through Europe for 2 months…
Today went: Gym, Class, Mushrooms, excessive marijuana, pre-drinking, bar, home.I don’t know why I rank, I totally shouldn’t have. I guess there’s just so much restriction I can do.
On another note- the mushrooms didn’t get me high at all, it sucked I only felt a little different, it was such a let down. And we had been planning it for weeks- well months if you consider when it was first brought up. I just though it would be great and intense like the other times but it just wasn’t.
(not so) Bright idea? while drunk on the dance floor:
Mel: So how do you like the class?
Mel: What’s your major?
Mel: What’s Your girlfriends name?
Donald: Umm I don’t have a girlfriend…(wishful thinking)
Mel: Well in that case I’m Mel would you like to grab coffee with me?
Suave or am I a giant loser?
Friday, September 28, 2007
Wednesday, September 26, 2007
And it's time to go to bed
Sleepy.
I’m tired.
Tonight I did a Coen Brother marathon with a few friends. We watched Blood Simple, Raising Arizona and O brother Where art though, I hadn’t seen any of them before an I think my favourite was definitely Raising Arizona- amazing shots and angles and incredibly funny. A guy we were watching it with (someone I insist is in love with my roommate) I suddenly found very attractive. I mean I’m not interested in him or anything, he’s nice enough, but I guess perhaps theres something a little odd about him, but I mean the fact that this guy I’ve known for 3 years I suddenly decide is cute just seems kinda strange to me. Perhaps I’m lowering my standards.
My room remarkably keeps getting messy despite my hardest efforts to keep it clean. Its basically just a few pieces of clothes on the floor but it keeps me kinda on edge. I think I’ve mentioned the link between my sanity and the cleanliness of my room.
Its possible I ma be doing some hallucinogenic fungi tomorrow- which I’m stoked about. But I don’t want to get my hopes up or anything.
I’m tired.
Tonight I did a Coen Brother marathon with a few friends. We watched Blood Simple, Raising Arizona and O brother Where art though, I hadn’t seen any of them before an I think my favourite was definitely Raising Arizona- amazing shots and angles and incredibly funny. A guy we were watching it with (someone I insist is in love with my roommate) I suddenly found very attractive. I mean I’m not interested in him or anything, he’s nice enough, but I guess perhaps theres something a little odd about him, but I mean the fact that this guy I’ve known for 3 years I suddenly decide is cute just seems kinda strange to me. Perhaps I’m lowering my standards.
My room remarkably keeps getting messy despite my hardest efforts to keep it clean. Its basically just a few pieces of clothes on the floor but it keeps me kinda on edge. I think I’ve mentioned the link between my sanity and the cleanliness of my room.
Its possible I ma be doing some hallucinogenic fungi tomorrow- which I’m stoked about. But I don’t want to get my hopes up or anything.
Saturday, September 22, 2007
I’m Super Cool… aren’t I?
I’m back at least I think I’m back.
My hiatus was… well… needed. Actually I think if I wrote over the summer, it may have been helpful but that’s neither here nor there.
Stress.
School, is only moderately hard. A PhD student I’m close with informed me that this attitude in my undergrad years is Cocky, the bad kind of cocky. But after I think she realized that comment hurt my feelings she back pedaled and said it was more like confidence and she wished at some points she could have just been confident like I am in her academic career. Moreover, what I took out of that was that the bundle of insecurities, which is me, that is so apparent to anyone who comes across this blog is incredibly well hidden from the people around me. I can be great actress. I am a great liar.
What’s really stressful is the idiot move I made by entering an abstract into a professional conference and somehow getting it accepted. Now I have to finish a paper and get it critiqued by people who know what they are talking about while I clearly am a poser fraud (see liar above)
As Well the thesis.
As Well the scholarship applications.
As Well the Masters applications.
Romance.
None. None. None. Well actually with long time friend a semi-summer romance sort of happened but nothing now. I met this very nice guy, however, nice guy’s girlfriend resides in Germany right now.
Self experimentation.
Food things are under strict control at the moment. This is good and I’m totally loving my obsessive gym going. Its something to do that doesn’t result in me feeling like shit.
Alcohol.
Its evil, if you didn’t already know. But seriously who doesn’t love to get drunk? However for reasons beyond my control my liver is unhappy, so I’m not really drinking anymore, at least until things improve. It’s made my wallet happy. You see I’m saving for a trip to Europe this summer, and I think I have enough money already but I was just informed today that my father wants me to work this summer and probably won’t be helping me pay for the trip as he previously had said he would. How expensive can it really be?
My hiatus was… well… needed. Actually I think if I wrote over the summer, it may have been helpful but that’s neither here nor there.
Stress.
School, is only moderately hard. A PhD student I’m close with informed me that this attitude in my undergrad years is Cocky, the bad kind of cocky. But after I think she realized that comment hurt my feelings she back pedaled and said it was more like confidence and she wished at some points she could have just been confident like I am in her academic career. Moreover, what I took out of that was that the bundle of insecurities, which is me, that is so apparent to anyone who comes across this blog is incredibly well hidden from the people around me. I can be great actress. I am a great liar.
What’s really stressful is the idiot move I made by entering an abstract into a professional conference and somehow getting it accepted. Now I have to finish a paper and get it critiqued by people who know what they are talking about while I clearly am a poser fraud (see liar above)
As Well the thesis.
As Well the scholarship applications.
As Well the Masters applications.
Romance.
None. None. None. Well actually with long time friend a semi-summer romance sort of happened but nothing now. I met this very nice guy, however, nice guy’s girlfriend resides in Germany right now.
Self experimentation.
Food things are under strict control at the moment. This is good and I’m totally loving my obsessive gym going. Its something to do that doesn’t result in me feeling like shit.
Alcohol.
Its evil, if you didn’t already know. But seriously who doesn’t love to get drunk? However for reasons beyond my control my liver is unhappy, so I’m not really drinking anymore, at least until things improve. It’s made my wallet happy. You see I’m saving for a trip to Europe this summer, and I think I have enough money already but I was just informed today that my father wants me to work this summer and probably won’t be helping me pay for the trip as he previously had said he would. How expensive can it really be?
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