edit: Heh. My friend was talking to someone and he mentioned my name. There are a few people around here with my name, so to clarify the other person asked if my friend was referring to 'Suicidegirl Potato'. [insert real name under 'potato'. unless that's my awful secret.] It's weird to have someone directly identify me with this... I don't necessarily mind, really, it's just the connection between my day to day life and the internet, when it gets blurred so that people identify me more with my SG identity than with myself -- particularly in real life -- it's weird.
But then again. I actually doubt that aforementioned person has actually reduced me to that one identifying trait. But it's something to think about.
Meh, I am so not doing my work right now. I am a hopeless slacker.
I got my contact juggling ball! It's pretty rad, but I'm a little intimidated by how much time I am going to have to invest in it.
In general, I've been feeling very strange and ambiguous about everything lately. I don't know... eel as if I should be re-evaluating a lot of things about myself, and yet I cannot even think of what exactly is wrong. Maybe, more precisely, I don't feel as if anything I do is important enough to prioritize to the point that anything dramatic happens. And yet simultaneously I'm bothered by my own stasis. But I don't know. I mean, there's nothing particularly wrong with my life. I'm happy. I have my friends, I have sex, hobbies, and I have a wonderful academic environment in which to waddle.
Meh! Soooooo inarticulate! Ladies love cool scylla. What exactly is happening that makes me want to change right now? It frustrates me that cliches are so true, becuause I can't think of any better way to express exactly what I am feeling.
Oh well. Perhaps, instead, I can whirl this clear acrylic ball around repeatedly in my hands until I master it?
Bought wayyy too many CDs when I went to SF. I ended up picking up some more Einsturzende Neubauten & the new Perfect Circle, in addition to my other booty. (booty!)
Ashland Shakespeare Festival was a surprising waste. The travel was unpleasant and while the Noel Coward was hilarious, the August Wilson play (the Piano Lesson) was really poorly paced and directed. Well, at least I got cheap tights.
Still don't know what I want to be for Halloween. Maybe this liquid latex will come into play?
update: I broke down and got an AIM acct for you weirdos. hit charybdelic.
But then again. I actually doubt that aforementioned person has actually reduced me to that one identifying trait. But it's something to think about.
Meh, I am so not doing my work right now. I am a hopeless slacker.
I got my contact juggling ball! It's pretty rad, but I'm a little intimidated by how much time I am going to have to invest in it.
In general, I've been feeling very strange and ambiguous about everything lately. I don't know... eel as if I should be re-evaluating a lot of things about myself, and yet I cannot even think of what exactly is wrong. Maybe, more precisely, I don't feel as if anything I do is important enough to prioritize to the point that anything dramatic happens. And yet simultaneously I'm bothered by my own stasis. But I don't know. I mean, there's nothing particularly wrong with my life. I'm happy. I have my friends, I have sex, hobbies, and I have a wonderful academic environment in which to waddle.
Meh! Soooooo inarticulate! Ladies love cool scylla. What exactly is happening that makes me want to change right now? It frustrates me that cliches are so true, becuause I can't think of any better way to express exactly what I am feeling.
Oh well. Perhaps, instead, I can whirl this clear acrylic ball around repeatedly in my hands until I master it?
Bought wayyy too many CDs when I went to SF. I ended up picking up some more Einsturzende Neubauten & the new Perfect Circle, in addition to my other booty. (booty!)
Ashland Shakespeare Festival was a surprising waste. The travel was unpleasant and while the Noel Coward was hilarious, the August Wilson play (the Piano Lesson) was really poorly paced and directed. Well, at least I got cheap tights.
Still don't know what I want to be for Halloween. Maybe this liquid latex will come into play?
update: I broke down and got an AIM acct for you weirdos. hit charybdelic.
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However, I guess you must sometimes worry about the chance that some freak might try to penetrate through the facade and confront you in person?
You are my favorite potato.