Today on the other hand rocked my world.
I had a fun time in my morning class pondering if Douglas Adams had ever undergone Gestalt therapy. Also I may or may not have daydreamed. At least I've mastered the goofy grin + staring into space combo. It's deadly.
I had a really fun, intellectually stimulating conversation at lunch about a number of things mostly relating to books, including bemoaning the tendency of the literary value of Science Fiction novels to be discounted on premise of genre alone. Sad.
There was honeydo melon. Is that spelled right? Fuck. It looks weird. I never thought about it before.
The weather is fucking gorgeous.
That's enough to make a good day for me.
I still can't upload pictures though. Ew.
Yeah, yeah, I know. Ridiculous.
Um. That's all I guess. Much work on pillows will occur tonight and this weekend. SO.
I like having pictures in my journal and since I still can't upload stupid pictures onto my stupid computer I'm going to now begin the daily posting of random pictures from the bowels of my hard drive. Even if I don't update every day, they'll be a new picture or two. It'll be fun.
Today's Picture(s):
circa fall 2003, first term freshman year
Firebreather.
Smokebreather.
Myself and the lovely humberthumbert.
Wow.
My roommate just got back and told me that two girls fell out of a third story window of the art building while doing a dance routine. They fell onto concrete, and they're in the hospital. No one knows if they're alive or not, but they're critically injured. I don't think I knew either of them. Another girl died in a car crash a few weeks ago. This is crazy. Last term was the suicide term. This term looks to be the freak accident term.
Woah. You had a short red hair and can firebreathe?
THANK YOU: the package arrived today. The snakes will be on my desk at work to confuse people. Your pics are awesome
I love your dislexic ass, Fen