<Mountainous Heathen!>

she came through the bathroom window

patrick once said that i will get a digital camera someday, that will change my life. by accident. hm, not sure why that came to mind. but i hope a mini shovel will change the "garden" in the back. and i hope that gold pencils will lead to gold drawings.

why does moffit open at 1:00 pm on weekends? do they think all of us are hungover and will not get out of the house until then? i think the fact that brunch in the dorms starts at eleven is the downfall of it all.

is it strange that i want to offer strangers my food? in class and on the way to places, i constantly have the urge to hold out the bag of misc snacks i have in a suspicious ziplock bag and shaaaare. then i think, naw, they'd think i was a weirdman. they'd say no, and i'd wonder why they're not accepting of my peanuts and brittley things, even though in my right mind, i'd never accept theirs either.

which reminds me of the time lia (suitemate, psych major) observed me and holly in our room for one of her assignments. how we communicated "by offering eachother food." hahaha.

i don't know why i need assurance when my edward gorey poster says "laugh at life" at the very top in very faint pencil cursive writing.

and lastly, if you ever talk to me, the first thing you should always ask is if i currently have a rubber band in my mouth. and if i say no, you should scold me.

subject line is a line from a song that will not get unstuck.

mountainous heathen!
holly girl jennyman cyrus boyk sina boy robert reich honey jaan Prufrock If Afraid So Today's poem		~ Saturday, September 25, 2004 *she came through the bathroom window* patrick once said that i will get a digital camera someday, that will change my life. by accident. hm, not sure why that came to mind. but i hope a mini shovel will change the "garden" in the back. and i hope that gold pencils will lead to gold drawings. why does moffit open at 1:00 pm on weekends? do they think all of us are hungover and will not get out of the house until then? i think the fact that brunch in the dorms starts at eleven is the downfall of it all. is it strange that i want to offer strangers my food? in class and on the way to places, i constantly have the urge to hold out the bag of misc snacks i have in a suspicious ziplock bag and shaaaare. then i think, naw, they'd think i was a weirdman. they'd say no, and i'd wonder why they're not accepting of my peanuts and brittley things, even though in my right mind, i'd never accept theirs either. which reminds me of the time lia (suitemate, psych major) observed me and holly in our room for one of her assignments. how we communicated "by offering eachother food." hahaha. i don't know why i need assurance when my edward gorey poster says "laugh at life" at the very top in very faint pencil cursive writing. and lastly, if you ever talk to me, the first thing you should always ask is if i currently have a rubber band in my mouth. and if i say no, you should scold me. subject line is a line from a song that will not get unstuck. posted by ...me at 11:53 AM