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go ahead, everything will be explained

16 Feb

Well, today was pretty alright, as much as a disjointed Tuesday can be alright. Bluhh. Still not at 100% after being up ’till three AM last night due to womanly complications. It sucks to be a lady.
I also hit my head on sturdy blunt objects three times today, one of which was right after Yoga and I just barely stifled a “FUCK!” because it really hurt, dammit!
Then Lillian (as per her nature) randomly decided that I deserved to be smacked twice in the face and then pushed onto my ass.
Okay, today kinda sucked on the bodily-well-being front. I am going to have a big honkin’ forehead bruise.

Still have about three million midnight drabbles I haven’t written up yet, I need to get around to that pretty soon. Maybe this weekend I’ll do a MONDO-POST of chronologically-arranged drabbles.

Meaningful stuff has rapidly disappeared, I am now thinking in only loops of thought, so
goodnight.

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cousins

26 Jan

Hoo boy.

Firstly, a huge happy birthday to Jeff, who is like my very distant cousin in New York that writes and debates beautifully. Cheers, sir! I hope you get to see MIA in the near future!

In case you’re wondering, we are not blood-related. Long story short, he is the blood cousin of my pseudo-brother Sam (I have known him from seven years of age), therefore he is my pseudo-cousin. I hope you capiche, because there is no way I’m going to type that out again, especially on this teeny iPod keyboard. Draaahh.
But on the subject of pseudo-relatives, my friends and I have a pretty complex idea of who is whose cousin, who is their uncle, etc. I am (somehow) Lillian’s cousin and half-sister. I’m also Genna’s cousin, sister, and aunt.
We have tried to draw the whole mess (there are quite a few more people involved) out, but it requires non-Euclidean geometry and frankly makes my brain curl up and die just trying to think of it.

Listening to Contra (Diplomat’s Son, if you want to be specific), I am glad that it is at least okay. If they continue in this vein I will be pleased- if, however, they pull a Kings Of Leon on me, I may find Mr. Indecipherable Name Singer and clock him over the head with a Telecaster until he regains his senses. If I cannot find a Tele, I will use my massive Jazz Bass and clock him a few times with that.
Seriously though, that thing is heavy. For those of you who have never handled a guitar before (I hadn’t until ninth grade), a Jazz Bass is a type of bass made by Fender. It’s solidbody, which basically means it’s got no holes in it. It is a hunk ‘o’ wood. I could feasibly break many things wih it. Though I wouldn’t, of course, since I like my bass and don’t want it all splintered up and ruined. So, moral of the story: Don’t hit people with large melodic blunt objects.
Well, I’ll write more tomorrow (as usual); hopefully I will do the following before I start writing:
a) Argue with my Art teacher about my painting, which she constantly says “needs more darks.” I say “Screw it, I’m not done yet,” but she’s back talking to the other chicks in class. I like surrealism and Japanese old-school woodblocks (hence the thousands of prints I did- UGH PRINTS), but she doesn’t dig them nearly as much. Which leads to the current scenario; the other students are both doing landscapes in oil, while I’m doing a piece of a skeleton kind of breathing these paisley things. We’ll see which one she gives the better grade (landscape.) and which one she yaps about being too “cartoony” and “light.”
Jeezus murphy. I’ll deal with it. The verdict tomorrow!
Oh, and: I’m on Flannel Watch for Jacob right now, specifically Flannel Wih Pockets Watch. Ahaha. Lillian is the only one who knows why this is so grand, but it is grand indeed.
Night!