Thursday, June 7, 2012

I FELT NOTHING LIKE ALLEN GINSBERG! Also, I saw a parade.

Hey. 

I'm a little (more) frazzled (than usual) at the moment, but I figured I'd post while the World Wide Web was accessible. I swear I'll put more thought and lovin' into the next post.

Probably.

For now, an array:

-Weekend. 
Decided to be horribly irresponsible (HOT DAMN, AM I BUSY) and head up to Portland for couple of days. Mostly because my best friend lives there (along with a decent migration of high school buddies) and, sometimes, you just gotta go kick it with your sister from another mister. Random community event-wise, I think I picked a good weekend.? There was this night parade that came out of nowhere, and this mildly mediocre LEGO expo/convention thing that had these blinking LEGO shoes and Kermit and someone made Martin Luther at the Diet of Worms. So, that was cool (hilarious?).

Three of us went on a mission to the porn stores, because I've sort of been on the hunt for an offensive novelty mug (not a euphemism) for a while. Mission unsuccessful, but people...really like their leather. So, that was hilarious (cool?).

Oh. And all of us were freaking out because finals are coming up and our leases are up soon and people and work and obligations and BLAH and it was awesome to just pool our collective nuttiness and...I don't know. Eat stuff and yell with each other in the rain and excessive piercings.

Also, I saw a lot of good hats.

-Disco Pigs.
I think I liked this movie? Good, solid Irish discomfort. Plus, Cillian Murphy sets my heart a-flutter. (What can I say? I like 'em creepy and gaunt.)

-Typewriters and Upcoming Finals.
Dead week is really...inconvenient without the internet at your house (back at good ol' Shari's). Long story short, typing a final paper on a typewriter (which the fella that lives in the garage inexplicably has on hand) was not the bees knees. Now, you may be thinking, "but that sounds so retro and cool and beatnik-y!" Nope. Just slow and loud. It was a disappointment about on par with when I shave my legs and there's no majestic chorus, like in the commercials. How dare my life differ from expectation!

There's some non-report about my day-to-day stuff I probably wanted to write about, but... You know. I should finish the mountain of homework I'm half-concentrating on.

Speaking of, currently doing research for a write up in my medical anthro class. 

You know what's awful? 

Tuberculosis.

Sorry.

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