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December 6th, 2005
02:18 am - oh, how long has it been...
...I'm back from myspace land.
I locked my keys inside my car last night at the gas station and had to sit in the blisterfuck cold for about an hour waiting for AAA. The AAA guy got there and opened the door in about fifteen seconds. "Sorry that took so long," he said.
I saw Walk The Line today with Cedora. I thought it was a good movie, and she got mad at me for thinking it was a good movie. This will make sense to some of you and will mean nothing to others. Good.
I only went to half my classes today because I slept in my car for the latter half of the day. I wouldn't have done that, but I was so fucking tired I was starting to wonder if I'd be able to drive home capably. At least, this was the rationalization I gave myself. Plus it was the first day of the mod, and I could really give a fuck about getting another stack of syllabi to clog up my bag. I don't read the fucking things. I should just refuse to take them.
I have been getting fairly good grades at Empire. If I don't watch myself, I may stumble into an associate's degree.
The other night I had a dream that I got in a car accident and ended up with a large amount of glass embedded in my throat. The dream ended when I passed out choking on my own blood. You would think this is the sort of thing that would shake a person, but it didn't really bother me at all. I was more bothered by the dream I had today while napping in my car that I had somehow fathered a child by my ex-girlfriend, but the crown jewel of my day was the conversation it inevitably led into with Cedora.
I need to learn to keep my mouth shut in all situations. All of them. I should train myself to simply not speak when I haven't had an hour to mull over the consequences. As it stands I can't keep anything in for more than a minute, and that's really only because I prefer speaking during a break in conversation over blurting things out over whatever else might be going on at the moment.
There is a spider living in my car. It descended from the roof this evening and dangled in front of my face while I was driving down Highway 12. A cataclysm was narrowly averted as I managed to keep control of the vehicle while flailing and screaming like a little girl.
In Management Communications today, I was asked to list to the class some of my communication skills. I declared that I had none. The teacher, Mary Allen, explained to the class that I was only joking, as she had spoken to me on numerous occasions and could vouch for me as someone with a steady grasp of the English language. I replied that being articulate was all well and fine, but there was such a thing as "all form and no substance."
And here we are.
Current Mood:  surly
Current Music: Johnny Cash - I'm Going to Memphis
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| Date: | December 8th, 2005 01:19 am (UTC) |
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interesting stuff.
halo party soon. interested? that post is a bit bitter twords me!
what do you think i will say if you have a dream about you getting your ex knocked up?
your a bad man! |
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