<Mountainous Heathen!>

I'M A BAD PERSON

the other day i ellbowed a guy in the balls by mistake. yea. well. leave it to beaver. i was in one of the big lecture halls in vlsb, and class was barely over. i went to put my desk back to its place, and the desk was loose, so it just dropped down, my arm with it. and i hear this guy behind me yell and lean forward. we were on the isle, and he had moved forward a bit to wait for someone down the row. doubled over, tried to sit down, changed his mind, and went slowly to lie/sit on the ground. 'course the crowd that soon blocked him from sight was laughing, kinda feeling sorry for the guy. i waited for him to be able to stand, and appolagized ...perfusely. not that it mattered. what are you gonna say,..hey, i hope you can still have kids?

my wrist is naked. it disturbs me for various reasons, but mainly...i keep asking myself why i would accustom myself to needing something so material in the first place, no matter how much love has gone into the making. emerson would be ashamed of me.

but then,... i just came back from my physio lab. we dissected a bullfrog. i remembered a lot from when we did that in middle school. except....whereas the one in mrs. ohta's class was deaaad, this one here was mistakingly still aliiiiiiiive. the coordinator took it and said, yea...i'll be back. it was more dead when it came back to us, but they really wanted us to see how the nerves and heart work so they wanted it only "medically dead." i had to cut out the heart when it was still beating. cut out the eyes. cut off one of its legs. when all the while, it was still twitching.

i am traumatized.

and i'm going to hell. i'm going to get mine. sooner or later.

mountainous heathen!
holly girl jennyman cyrus boyk sina boy robert reich honey jaan Prufrock If Afraid So Today's poem		~ Thursday, September 09, 2004 I'M A BAD PERSON the other day i ellbowed a guy in the balls by mistake. yea. well. leave it to beaver. i was in one of the big lecture halls in vlsb, and class was barely over. i went to put my desk back to its place, and the desk was loose, so it just dropped down, my arm with it. and i hear this guy behind me yell and lean forward. we were on the isle, and he had moved forward a bit to wait for someone down the row. doubled over, tried to sit down, changed his mind, and went slowly to lie/sit on the ground. 'course the crowd that soon blocked him from sight was laughing, kinda feeling sorry for the guy. i waited for him to be able to stand, and appolagized ...perfusely. not that it mattered. what are you gonna say,..hey, i hope you can still have kids? my wrist is naked. it disturbs me for various reasons, but mainly...i keep asking myself why i would accustom myself to needing something so material in the first place, no matter how much love has gone into the making. emerson would be ashamed of me. but then,... i just came back from my physio lab. we dissected a bullfrog. i remembered a lot from when we did that in middle school. except....whereas the one in mrs. ohta's class was deaaad, this one here was mistakingly still aliiiiiiiive. the coordinator took it and said, yea...i'll be back. it was more dead when it came back to us, but they really wanted us to see how the nerves and heart work so they wanted it only "medically dead." i had to cut out the heart when it was still beating. cut out the eyes. cut off one of its legs. when all the while, it was still twitching. i am traumatized. and i'm going to hell. i'm going to get mine. sooner or later. posted by ...me at 4:32 PM