fuck yes. myspace is pimping out cherry coke. this was pointed to my attention at school today by linsey and i couldnt believe it. the only beverage i drink is now the beverage of all the Popular People on myspace.
its kind of strange, because the last couple of days ive been chatting here wiith my cute new lovely little webcam that has NO SOUND, but you dont really need sound, you just type in the box and the chatters can see you on video, you can see them, tra la la... and this one guy and i kept talking about the intricacies and delicacy on the palate of cherry coke.
and now its the myspace theme.
crazy.
it was an odd day at school. absolutely no clients until the afternoon, and then people started coming in left, right, and center. i felt bad about leaving, but not too bad. what i really feel bad about is cyndis dog, who had a tumor in his leg that somehow exploded and the vet concurred that its cancer. the poor thing has to go through chemo and everything.
i have never ever heard of cancer affecting dogs. the atmosphere these days must be really poisoned or something. i mean, ok, if you smoke 3 packs a day for 30 years, you have to kind of accept the fact that eventually, sooner or later, its going to happen. the big C. but a DOG? thats terrible. ive been thinking a lot about the air that we breathe every day. and whats really in it that we dont know about besides oxygen (which itself is a corrosive gas). people who have never smoked a day in their lives are getting cancer. its enough to make one wonder if maybe a nose filter of some kind might be a good idea. or a gas mask.
as soon as i got home, i laid down. i wasnt planning on falling asleep, theres too much shit i have to do, but i wound up dead to the world until midnight. which means i can either stay up all night on the computer, or i can play around on here a little bit, read a little bit, and go back to sleep. thank god im having no trouble sleeping.
im having pretty bad nightmares, but no problems at all dropping off to sleep.
most of these nightmares, expectedly, i guess, involve nick. i dont know why im surprised. naturally the actions that we do in our daily lives are bound to settle down in the unconscious; even without our permission.
i wish i could control my dreams.
but then id sleep all the time.
sometimes my dreams are far nicer and more interesting than my real life. thats rare though. usually, i get the creepy, the disturbing, and the ones that cause me to be so sad that i wake up with my pillow damp.
i need to find love, thats what i need.
i need a car, thats what i need.
i need to graduate from fucking school already and get licensed, thats what i need.
but i was talking to sandy today and she mentioned that if/when i move to another state, i may have to take the state boards over again; and depending on their laws, i may have to take several hundred hours over again as well.
FUCK.sometimes i regret a lot of things. not coming to school, per se, ive met too many friends there at a time in my life when i really needed friends, but...
oh well. lifes full of roadblocks. you either stand still and stare at them, find a way around them, or plow straight through the motherfuckers.
i think about getting a ticket on a greyhound bus and going far far away. i think about that shit every day. id find someone to take me in. some guy or some girl. work as a waitress for a while, save up enough money to move on again...
honestly, thats the life i want. if i cant have millions of dollars, i can imagine just living day to day; hopefully avoiding any dangerous situations. i hate that im stuck here like this. if only i knew there was a place to go where i could stay, id leave this state immediately. id... i dont know, just take an extended leave from school. you are allowed 5 months, after all. and ive been there over a year now and only taken 2 leaves. one week when my grandma died and another week when my parents went away on vacation.
i want my life to explode before my very eyes.
life is a banquet and most poor suckers are starving to death.
its kind of strange, because the last couple of days ive been chatting here wiith my cute new lovely little webcam that has NO SOUND, but you dont really need sound, you just type in the box and the chatters can see you on video, you can see them, tra la la... and this one guy and i kept talking about the intricacies and delicacy on the palate of cherry coke.
and now its the myspace theme.
crazy.
it was an odd day at school. absolutely no clients until the afternoon, and then people started coming in left, right, and center. i felt bad about leaving, but not too bad. what i really feel bad about is cyndis dog, who had a tumor in his leg that somehow exploded and the vet concurred that its cancer. the poor thing has to go through chemo and everything.
i have never ever heard of cancer affecting dogs. the atmosphere these days must be really poisoned or something. i mean, ok, if you smoke 3 packs a day for 30 years, you have to kind of accept the fact that eventually, sooner or later, its going to happen. the big C. but a DOG? thats terrible. ive been thinking a lot about the air that we breathe every day. and whats really in it that we dont know about besides oxygen (which itself is a corrosive gas). people who have never smoked a day in their lives are getting cancer. its enough to make one wonder if maybe a nose filter of some kind might be a good idea. or a gas mask.
as soon as i got home, i laid down. i wasnt planning on falling asleep, theres too much shit i have to do, but i wound up dead to the world until midnight. which means i can either stay up all night on the computer, or i can play around on here a little bit, read a little bit, and go back to sleep. thank god im having no trouble sleeping.
im having pretty bad nightmares, but no problems at all dropping off to sleep.
most of these nightmares, expectedly, i guess, involve nick. i dont know why im surprised. naturally the actions that we do in our daily lives are bound to settle down in the unconscious; even without our permission.
i wish i could control my dreams.
but then id sleep all the time.
sometimes my dreams are far nicer and more interesting than my real life. thats rare though. usually, i get the creepy, the disturbing, and the ones that cause me to be so sad that i wake up with my pillow damp.
i need to find love, thats what i need.
i need a car, thats what i need.
i need to graduate from fucking school already and get licensed, thats what i need.
but i was talking to sandy today and she mentioned that if/when i move to another state, i may have to take the state boards over again; and depending on their laws, i may have to take several hundred hours over again as well.
FUCK.sometimes i regret a lot of things. not coming to school, per se, ive met too many friends there at a time in my life when i really needed friends, but...
oh well. lifes full of roadblocks. you either stand still and stare at them, find a way around them, or plow straight through the motherfuckers.
i think about getting a ticket on a greyhound bus and going far far away. i think about that shit every day. id find someone to take me in. some guy or some girl. work as a waitress for a while, save up enough money to move on again...
honestly, thats the life i want. if i cant have millions of dollars, i can imagine just living day to day; hopefully avoiding any dangerous situations. i hate that im stuck here like this. if only i knew there was a place to go where i could stay, id leave this state immediately. id... i dont know, just take an extended leave from school. you are allowed 5 months, after all. and ive been there over a year now and only taken 2 leaves. one week when my grandma died and another week when my parents went away on vacation.
i want my life to explode before my very eyes.
life is a banquet and most poor suckers are starving to death.
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But if you ever have to get away for a while, you're always welcome to come visit Oklahoma.