i used to know where the top was. but now i'm just climbing endlessly. i used to know. my arms ache. i dreamt i was in a movie last night and we were shooting a sword fight. i cut the guy's arm off accidentally and money splurted out. the clanging of coins against the floor, like rain on a dry roof. instead of helping him, everyone raced to get the ( Read more... )

this just in: apparently i got accepted to UCSB.

the show last night proved it. scenesters will be scenesters. though there weren't your ( Read more... )

this is breaking news. a few minutes ago, the LC, otherwise known as the the Library Chick because she works at the library, a.k.a. the girl who dates the b.n.h.l.i/e.f, chose to sit at a computer next to mine, when so much of the other computers were vacant. this raises such pressing questions such as: is she coming on to me? was my hair emo ( Read more... )

my art history teacher this semester, like the one i had last semester, looks like angela from who's the boss. that, in itself, should save the class from the warm, inviting grip of monotony, but when the teacher reads her lectures off a printed page instead of lecturing, in the widely accepted sense of teaching, then you might as well wrap me in a ( Read more... )

so today i think i made some seasonly plump AZN girl's day. well, AZN crossing over into the emo/scenester style by way of dirty converses. actually i always see her and she always sees me and i think she gets the wrong idea. i don't like leading people on, ever, mostly because when i do meet someone i'm interested in, i'm not exactly rico suave. ( Read more... )

i almost got ran over today. by an SUV with a bjork sticker, no less. should i be more mad that my life was almost ended or by the fact that the almost accidental murderer was probably as transparent as the sticker gracing their death-mobile? don't get me wrong, bjork rules, but do you have to affirm your obviously sincere appreciation for her and ( Read more... )