Last night I went to a club that was like the 'sco at oberlin. If the sco was actually a hip place to be and lots of kids went there to dance and they served two beers for three pounds, shots for a pound, shots with a mixer for 1.5 pounds, and cider for 3.20 ( Read more... )

and so I'm in London ( Read more... )

I have just spent hours reading all the entries from this my friends page that I haven't read in about two weeks, hundreds of entires. I've watched hours of TV and movies (Spike Lee!) and spent a good deal of time uploading all of my CDs onto my computer so that I can have as much music on my computer as possible when I leave this country for the ( Read more... )

In no particular order:

1. Stomach hurts
2. Didn't finish anything I needed to finish
3. Alyse's dad was in the hospital
4. I called 911 for the first time ever today.  I'm okay, everybody I  know is okay, but it was strange...

I went to pick up my sister from working out, and just before I got to the health club, I saw a guy lying on the ground next ( Read more... )

I spent the entire day watching television. The ENTIRE day. Six episodes of Rome. Two episodes of Rome with commentary. One 20-minute featurette about Rome. Two episodes of Coupling. If you count each episode of Rome as one hour and each episode of Coupling as a half hour, that's 9 hours and 20 minutes of TV.

I feel a little dirty.

My eye had been bothering me since Saturday night and I went to the eye doctor. Apparently, I had a "metallic foreign body" in my eye. So, then they numbed the eye and poked at it with a metal thing until the piece of fucking METAL in my fucking eye came out. Now the cornea is scratched and I have to put drops in my eye and shit.

Other than ( Read more... )

I can't quite manage to fall asleep. It's too hot, my dad turned off the air conditioning. So I'm sitting up in bed, drinking vodka and reading A Clockwork Orange. I'm starting to figure out what they're saying ( Read more... )

Sometimes, a lot of the time, I hate being alone in my house all summer. Yeah, I get to sleep as late as I want and write all the time, but I sometimes hate having all that time to think.

Fuck fuck fuck.

And I probably will be listening to it for the next two hours. Over and over again.

ETA: Just because I'm suddently seeing them EVERYWHERE, I was reviewing this CD for everythingrock by a band called Cansei de ser Sexy (Tired of Being Sexy in Portuguese). Love them. Song about Paris Hilton. Get on that, folks.

Excerpt from my life ( Read more... )