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one cup clam chowder, please today's soundtrack: Nico, Magnetic Fields, Bedhead, Gal Costa, Grandaddy Uh... last night was shite. learning at six that your advisor wants a full rough draft the next day is no fun. so i explain how that is impossible, and finish my intro and write an outline for the discussion anyhow. i bonded with the office mates (hello to huge clank, elk ass vein, marmot than and manilla cod ball, y'all rock) by shooting bb guns instead of polishing the paper... i opened the pdox this morning, which i never should have agreed to. i do not do well with the whole waking up early thing, and today was no exception. it reminded me of my star-b's days, when my boss would wake me up at home asking if i was coming to work that day. he eventually learned to not schedule me for those shifts. i was born in the middle of the night / beginning of the morning, and was never really able to deal with early-ness... when i was a two-minute old the nurses in the nursery were listening to jimmy hendrix while attending to myself and others. a ha, in this story, another premonition of how i would end up... so at any rate as an infant i was prone to staying up until the wee hours and then sleeping all day. sounds familiar. an aside: once, during the winter break of my freshman year, i did not see the sun for three weeks. i stayed out until three am, watched tv -cable!- for another couple of hours, and then slept until five or six, when my parents would return from work and i could take the car and go out again. it was fun, but also taxing, because i had to return to college and wake up at nine am for lectures - which i actually never really went to anyway... so this morning i woke up at 4:45 (thanks to bread the face-sleeper), 5:45, 6:45 and 7:59. the shop is supposed to open at eight. i shot out of bed, swearing up a storm, stole tucker's bike and got to school only to find the kid whose shift i was covering standing outside the shop. he hadn't gone to sleep yet, so i told him to leave, and i opened the shop myself, albeit 20 minutes late. today i faxed registration information to the school of the art institute in chigaco. i am going to go, and i am going to make sure that it happens and i don't just talk about it. i am going to throw a lot of money into it and it had better work out for me. i have no idea how i will get out there. maybe i will take the bus or train to the east coast and see the parents and then go take it to chicago and then back home. it's probably more expensive than flying, though. and i fucking hate amtrak... i am in my office, and there is a lot of beer over there on top of the minifridge. i wonder who it belongs to. probably marmot than. i wonder if he would mind if i took some... time to head over to sam's, make curry chicken, then come back and watch the ann arbor film festival, then go back to sam's and smoke the w. and watch space ghost episodes... ah, i love fridays. |
