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one step inside doesn't mean you'll understand
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saturday was gorgeous. I got a haircut and then drove around side streets with the windows down blasting kleenex girl wonder. Then i came home and i don't remember. I drove with sean and brenda to blockbuster and mcdonald's, then a lot of beer was bought, oh yeah earlier in the day i worked on power hour #6. Which we did, adam katie mike oly sean me tim brenda jeff tara and i drank a lot. and then we played flip cup. And then we started to play kings and i was like "uh-uh" and then my body said "hey, surprise, you know all that beer you were drinking? here, take it back! and the same goes for that fucking mcdonalds! you should eat healthy, you know."
Sunday i took my time waking up, then showered, did laundry, got dressed, and drove out to wellesley to bartend for TIM's aunt's party. It was a fine time, i poured a lot of wine and made a few drinks for a bunch of old people. Walked away with $80 which aint' too shabby. Came home, drove to the buster of block, then came home again and basically fucked around for a long while when i should've been doing work. Eventually got my work done and went to bed around 4:30 because i was across the hall, which once mouths start opening and vocal chords begin producing noise, can prove to be a huge timesink. Also, it WAS a sunday, which, throughout the year has far and away been my latest night of the week.
Today today today, classed, didn't class, came home, footballed, and read. read the first chapter of this book teach has been going on and on and on about and it's pretty damned interesting. And then i started reading a book my mom gave me way back at the beginning of the year, which , in the 15 pages or so i've read, seems like it may be alright.
ok, off to read more and possible write. i have a story due monday and i desperately need something great to write about.
by the way, the notwist album, neon golden, totally rules me. i've listened to it well over fifteen times since the train ride home.
Just read something in this book that i really enjoyed, so here it is, as i may want to refer to it tomorrow and may very well forget i read it:
"there's something erotic about the act of teaching, all that information streaming back and forth like some ... bodily fluid. Doesn't Genesis trace sex to that first bite of apple, not the fruit from just any tree, but the Tree of Knowledge?"
yeah, my mom gave me a book about fucking chickens and a professor who masturbates during office hours, what a nut.