I've been very tired lately. I think my body is trying to tell me something. I wonder what it could be...
PCP occured. The party at my school not the drug. The night was nice but predictably the best part was hanging out and getting messed up before going to palm court. I enjoy my friends immensely.
There's a new girl type person. We've been doing the romance thing for about a 5 days now. Not going out, not exclusive, and not really looking to be. I dunno, my head isn't really screwed on that straight right now. Like I've stripped the threads after examining the damn thing's insides so much. We'll see where it goes, though the trajectory seems all too obvious from here.
Everytime I say to myself I need to focus it seems that my vision involuntarily blurs. Like my body's playing a psychosomatic joke on me.
Jeff, Terry, and I produced our first comic from our collective creative womb. It was shown in the lit mag and got a great reaction. If whoever reads this wants to see it let me know. I'll post it... maybe.
Oh, I saw the Vagina Monologues. I went the second night because I figured everyone would be nervous and tight their first night, and sure enough they were all much looser the night after. My bud Laura did "The Flood." She was phenominal. If you're like me: white, male, American, and you go to the Vag. Mon.s, you leave feeling like... well... a dick. Isn't it ironic that a production aimed at shedding light on a never talked about (at worst) or stereotyped (at best) subject like vaingas in fact relies on implied and/or explicit stereotypes of men to get a lot of the points across? Who would've thought it figures?
EDIT: I get sad when I run out of web comics to read.
Am I now to apologize for BRILLIANCE?
PCP occured. The party at my school not the drug. The night was nice but predictably the best part was hanging out and getting messed up before going to palm court. I enjoy my friends immensely.
There's a new girl type person. We've been doing the romance thing for about a 5 days now. Not going out, not exclusive, and not really looking to be. I dunno, my head isn't really screwed on that straight right now. Like I've stripped the threads after examining the damn thing's insides so much. We'll see where it goes, though the trajectory seems all too obvious from here.
Everytime I say to myself I need to focus it seems that my vision involuntarily blurs. Like my body's playing a psychosomatic joke on me.
Jeff, Terry, and I produced our first comic from our collective creative womb. It was shown in the lit mag and got a great reaction. If whoever reads this wants to see it let me know. I'll post it... maybe.
Oh, I saw the Vagina Monologues. I went the second night because I figured everyone would be nervous and tight their first night, and sure enough they were all much looser the night after. My bud Laura did "The Flood." She was phenominal. If you're like me: white, male, American, and you go to the Vag. Mon.s, you leave feeling like... well... a dick. Isn't it ironic that a production aimed at shedding light on a never talked about (at worst) or stereotyped (at best) subject like vaingas in fact relies on implied and/or explicit stereotypes of men to get a lot of the points across? Who would've thought it figures?
EDIT: I get sad when I run out of web comics to read.
Am I now to apologize for BRILLIANCE?
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laura did a vagina monologue? heh, i wish i was there. i might be back sooner rather than later though.
[Edited on Feb 21, 2006 12:20AM]