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do you realize?
needs: black socks, apartment
wants: tie rack, cd/dvd storage, cds/dvds, new computer, spanish class hearthrob, new clothes, better sense of style, new haircut, watch, a maid, all new audio/visual equipment, a parking space, spanish class hearthrob, 6 more hours in the day.
it's 10:50, almost past my bedtime. blah. i got home at 8:30 today, and then right to the spanish homework. test tomorrow, didn't study last time and i got a 100, we'll see how it goes tomorrow.
the index in the back of my spanish book is the biggest POS in the world. seriously, 8 times out of 10 i go to look something up and it's not there. and yet, today while looking for something like "different" or something, i found the definition for "to have diarrhea," (tener diarrea). what the hell? 75% of common things you'd like to say on a daily basis it doesn't have, but an almost useless and completely cognitive word like "diarrhea" and you're all set. also, the workbook had an almost scandalous drawing of a lovely young woman in the process of getting dressed whereing her shirt was so that it was just covering the horizontal area encompassing her breasts.
so working on newbury street is bad for me. it makes me think that i belong to some social class that i certainly do not. i go there and i desire, and truly think that i can, go have a $25 lunch each day, and go shopping and buy frivolous things, and take cabs wherever i want. i can't. i saw a listing for a 2 bedroom on newbury street and i though "oh, only $2000 per month." it's just such a nice and rich area. and i feel a part of it. today i was wearing a bold outfit for me, navy pants, yellow shirt, pink tie, and i was just like the shit. except i'm the shit who really shouldn't be dropping even 10 bucks a day on food (1 caesar wrap from the wrap, 1 can coca-cola, 1 apple, 1 box better cheddars).
uhh, i've been needing to buy a new cd for a couple days, and newbury didn't have the books cd so i settled on the new i am the world trade center. as much as i love disposable pop, i think this is even too disposable for me. granted, it's only one listen, there ARE some killer hooks, and the last 3 tracks really pick up.
also, the new flaming lips album is terrific. i'm digging it more than the soft bulletin, probably because i really hear it as a cohesive album about a robot who gets emotion and is then battled in an arena in a society that hates robots because they are going to kill everyone, but this robot cares and is beaten down and almost forgets how to love but falls in love and shit. that's my interpretation at least.
ooh, can't wait for work tomorrow. newbury st rocks and i'm going to pick up the violent femmes reissue. god bless rhino records.
oh yeah, finally gave the faint's blank-wave arcade a proper listening to today. nto as good as danse macabre, but some really great stuff. and instead of focusing on death and all that, almost every song is just a pent-up explosion of sexual energy. and "worked up so sexual" is as excruciatingly danceable as anything on danse macabre and it's my new favorite song of today.