the BRUTAL, UGLY truth of my FABULOUS, BEAUTIFUL life.
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5:10 p.m. + 2003-05-05 = monday
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now that monday is over to a certain extent... well, the part of monday that i spend 12 hours of sunday and 14 hours of monday in fits of freakout-ity... i am sitting safe and soundly in my room. no bjorn in sight. the caf was out of diet coke (what!? i know...) so diet vanilla coke (which always taste like a mixed drink) is next to me. it doesn't matter, i stole it anyway... but i have a good rationale as to justify caf-theft... being the good ELCA college this place markets itself to be... if i told them i was starving and thirsty... they would give me food. they can't let the poor go hungry. and if that isn't truth, i'd just begin to recite the beattitudes and use that all-too-damning stigma of P.K. which i never asked for but ultimately bear.
anyway, monday: over. drink: diet vanilla coke. munchies: stolen, sinfully-greasy seasoned chips/fries/pommes frites. & balsamic vinegar (HALLELUJAH, HALLELUJAH).
things i've realised today:
1. the habitat has turned green. leaves are everywhere. the rain has fallen and given rise to the wonderous aroma-mixture of pinetrees and cedarchips. i think this is spring. (having said that, it could easily snow tomorrow being minnesota and all)... and if you're smoking in the right location just outside of confer/vikner's hillside entrance... st. peter looks like a quiet, humble mountain town. cue the fog and swell the music... i had a moment... i'm sure if an acquaintence had stopped and i wasn't radiating carbonmonoxide deliciousness... there might've been hugs and comments in Eija-style, "we are soooo lucky."
2. my mum considers my music, "a full time job" instead of the method of procrastination most others mistake it to be. surprising me once again... sometimes i think she's knows me better than i think she does. which would be alright in some aspects and absolutely terrifying in others. i.e. platypii. (don't ask. and rii and/or tim, don't tell.)
3. i'm getting a mixtape with a wicked cover.
4. i need to make some mixtapes.
5. i have 100+ pages of writing to do before the 23rd of May. fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck.
6. i'm too old to ever attempt allnighters again unless copious amounts of drugs and alcohol are involved, and even then... i doubt i'll make it past 5am.
7. i make too many lists.
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