haha its been a long time (picture tells all) my grandparents are down from wisconsin, my parents are moving into a new house, I just got back from the University of Alaska a week or so ago, my friend failed me for getting a job for me... yeah dammit
Let's try and be positive here for a minute, shall we? can you dig what im saying brother's and sisters? I'm talking about we're here to spread joy throughout the world with our beautiful music. now I know you know what I'm saying HERE WE GO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
a compilation of writings from my book of face.... yes... facebook.. the reason i left xanga! as I write to you this blurb of 2:30 AM nonsense my eyes burn ever so harshly, the only thing keeping me sane is the ice covered landscape outside my window, it encourages me to press on, I even moved my desk so that while i study, I could look out the window and appreciate the beautyness of the Homeland, wellll at least the parking lot-- last night, in efforts to procrastinate I created an elaborate yellow duct tape iPod case, it's pretty amazing- now I have black, grey and YELLOW! so i can choose colors for different moods or something silly like that- the lola stares at me with her icey-steely-soulless lights, she makes me want to board eric's window up and then set the boards on fire.... eric's computer has been most essential to me in the past few days, he selflessly allows me to utilize its beautifully functioning functions- my delapidated system of three months, Arturous, has taken a turn for the worst, i'm guessing premature aging, for the diagnoses revealed that Arty's memory had degraded into nothingness- apparently when he and his generation were spawned from the depths of California, they were infected with a bad memory disease that ate away at them until they continuously passed out and then proceeded to a coma like state, where the only thing you can possibly do is wake the victim long enough to perform a labotomy, and reconstruct their brain in another individual, in my case, I extraced Arturous' learned behaviors and memories and routed them onto an external hard drive... a spare brain mind you- and thats that, I have to wait till they call me back and give me further info on his present condition (we ended up erasing his brain and paralyzing him for the time being).... what else? I shaved off my beardage! alrighty my almighty listeners, its time to get back to E100X..........next entry: tonight I passed out three times- it was a rather interesting experience, that I can't say I've ever experienced with such intensity and more than once. anyways, this is what happened, I went to see the premiere of Saw III tonight with Amber and a bunch of her friends- before I went I took an epic leak!! the most major leak ever since I've been back in the states!! the leak of a lifetime!!! little did I know, this action would cripple me later in the night. So we're all watching Saw III and everythings creepy and then an excellently f-ing disgusting scene involving the death of a man by way of chains comes on the screen, lets just say that each element of this mans death caused me to cringe. As if right on cue, when the worst part of this scene was going to occur (they didn't show this... extraction of sorts, for they would be violating some law of life) a black cloud came over me, apparently this is my body's way of.. closing my eyes for me, (if you've ever passed out or experience a head rush when standing up, this is the darkness i refer to) I tried to overcome it like I would a headrush but my whole body shut down for a moment, when I forced myself out of the state, I got up and staggered my way through the row and out of the theatre, I gripped as many surfaces as possible, the damn feeling was still trying to take me down- I finally breached the door to the hallway and promptly collapse as the cloud consumed me yet again. I awkwardly forced myself out of the state again and climbed over myself to get back up, I proceeded to stumble down the hallway- I paused- looked for the bathroom, but failed to notice where it was, then I caught the eyes of the ticket taker, haha he was in his late teens, early twenties, I asked with faltered words: where...is the .. bathroom? he told me where, but I was barely concious, so instead of getting to the bathroom, I staggered back into the hallway, the guy comes into the hallway and asks me if im ok, I blurrily tell him that Saw III is a very... intense movie, and that he should not endeavor to place himself within it's grasp-- then BAM! I collapse yet again in a heap on the floor, I offered no more opposition to the dark cloud, as my brain had processed the ticket taker as a safe guard against the older... evils.. of the establishment. I wake seconds later to him talking to me, he appears to be confused at my state, unsure of what he should do to help me- now that there is better air and everything, my brain regains control of my body and overthrows the darkness and brings back fresh air and light- I realize that I am sweating the most vicious cold sweat ive ever experienced, I tell the guy about it in an awed tone, he must have thought my experience was some sort of epiphany the way I was talking about it-- I ask him if I can step outside and get back in without my ticket, he seems unsure of the propistion, so I re-assess my terms and ask him if I can just buy some water at the concession stand, he agrees and allows me to do so. I lemmingly buy my 4$ bottle of water, thank the ticket guy and return to Saw numero tres- the rest of the movie is good, a bit gruesome, but still pretty good- and the darkness did not attempt to encompass me again..... end of story- dont get dehydrated at movie theatres, people will look at you funny and you will touch more of the movie theatre than you had ever planned to......next entry: the lola is ebbing at the brink of my soul, it is destroying my every move, i feel like a sluggish death trodden monkey who has been fed with an I.V. for its entire life consisting completely of fried fish, corn dogs, sticky bread that tips into the water, and other horrible terrible foods that you can only find in mass quantities in the Lola... now, since my meal plan entitles me to three horrible sessions at Mrs. Lola's ugly adobe, I have began to reconsider my life, for my entire being has been shredded to pieces over losing a minimum of $8 a day, because I only go to one or two meals a day and never the third- never in any of my days in this beautiful frozen arctic wasteland [that is actually lush and full of exceptional beauty] have I achieved breakfast-- and since breakfast is actually at the Wood Center I would probably be able to get the most fantastic food ever there... why? I dont know, I'm just assuming that the eats of Lola are the very poison that thrives in the souls of convicted felons... at least it makes me feel the need to destroy sandwhich after sandwhich after sandwhich--- from my window I can see her, standing there, I just want to end our relationship, lola's and mine, but if that ever happened I would die and she would go on to poison more and more UAFsters... thats right, lola is a whore, a damn dirty whore
