| thursday, thursday, thursday!! |
[Jan. 28th, 2008|10:22 am] |
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it's 10:22 AM and i am sitting in the library. sotto voce, plz. i woke up at 7:45 and took a shower. the pipes weren't frozen this morning; awesome! i rode my bike to my art history class. i don't really know what i was thinking, but i almost locked my bike in shafer court, and then i was like, "wait, my class is in oliver hall!". i thought i was going to be late to class because of that, but as it turns out, i was 7 minutes early. ohh yeaaaah. so i could get my favorite seat. my classroom is set up somewhat like a mini-auditorium, and the seats suck. i especially hate being trapped in the middle of a long line of seats. that, and i don't want people really watching me do whatever i do on the internet. there's 2 seats (with desks!) on the back wall, and i always try to sit there. it sucks having a laptop on your lap for like, an hour and fifteen minutes. hurts my back. oh well, enough with that rant. after class, i came over here, went to starbucks; got a coffee and a cheese danish (i was feeling fancy). a red served me. :D
i have to write my surface research paper today, since i didn't do it last night. i felt hungover up until about 7:00PM... so i had no energy or motivation to really do any work. now, i'm sitting here, with a blank word document. i have no idea what to write, so i will use this entry as annnnn idea generator... yeah! i hate the term "free writing". all writing is free, durrr...
the girl at the desk in front of me totally drank her bottle of water napoleon dynamite style...
so, the whole point of this paper is to visually project an image through writing. isn't that the point of every paper? well, i guess maybe not a research paper. i need to reflect on a memory, dream, or event that has occured to me. what i really want to write about is acid... but i don't want my teacher to think i'm insane/a retard thinking i'm a cool... or whatever. gabriel suggested writing about it kind of in a dream sequence. hard. haha.
ideas:
-the first time gabriel and i did lsd. walking outside, not finding the playground. the sky was an ominous shade of grey. things seemed to be closing in on me at first. my bed became huge, and the ceiling was looming in on us. the kitchen was like a funhouse. buzzing ears. walking to wills, getting lost. the panic that it caused. meeting the fat black lady and the two skinny white boys in suits, with maps. running into sam and will. going into 821 cafe. the folk festival. the toddler running into us and touching my head. drawing.
-my last birthday. tripping on shrooms with gabriel. walking from my old apartment to zack's. the walk on monument avenue... the giant statue. walking around on its steps, playing. making the pffftttt sound. seeing shitgo as a beacon, through the trees. funeral homes on monument avenue, haha. getting stuck in 711.
-waiting outside last february for sufjan tickets, at the kennedy center in DC. being drunk, walking across that crazy road with sara and fran. walking through the line; people in tents, tarps, there were hookahs and alcohol. "WHO LOVES SUFJAN!?" a crowd of people nearly rioting because the security guard would not allow us to use the bathrooms. shaking and shivering in the middle of the night; never in a full period of sleep. my camera breaking and me fixing it... in the middle of the night. waking up in the morning and seeing that ginormous line of people... and knowing that i was guaranteed a ticket.
-going to las vegas with sara, and seeing love. the entire performance and how mind-blowing it all was. crying. getting my two drinks, "here comes the sun". the exhileration. going into the "revolution lounge" afterwards, even though we weren't 21. getting drinks! walking throughout the casinos; how huge they all were. the grandious extravagence of the city.
mmm... i like all of these ideas. i'm a bit nervous about this paper, because my teacher told us that it's going to play a part in our next assignment, the "20 hour project". i don't want to write about something that's going to be impossible to portray visually. ahhhh.
well, i have successfully wasted about 50 minutes of my time here. at least i did my journal entry for the day, and now have some sort of idea of what i might be writing about.
today is going to be a busy day! |
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