1:39 p.m. - 2004-05-26
sometimes i just wake up crazy
The soundtrack for my 'Dusk of Missoula' times: British Sea Power, The Walkmen, The Quails, The Unicorns (HOT), Franz Ferdinand (obviously), Flaming Lips, Avalanches (the very executive producers to the soundtrack of being young and unafraid). And like, everything else. I love rock n'roll put another blank in my friend's ridiculously jacked-up G5 so I can burn all the hot new music in the worrrrrrrrrrrrrrld.
What is today, Wednesday? I'm getting the idea to have a garage sale at my friends' house (the ones on their honeymoon) because I need some mothafuckin' money REALLY BAD, like so bad, I'm about to actually figure out how to sign up for eBay (as in, those tracheafuckers better recog-NIZE my identity and give me a fucking membership) because I also need to actually really sell my oboe now.
Things that I will try and get rid of: desk, furniture, stereo, television, random books, lamps, art, accent pieces I can hopefully rip people off on. And much more.
But really, and I mean this now, this waking up not even at noon, but waking up at 1 or 1:30 in the afternoon?! I'm being ridiculous. But I guess I don't have anything to do now* (*blatant fucking mistruth) so what does it matter? Oh yeah. Packing. I actually have my back up against that wall now. And I have all these random, weird art pieces I was making for people before I go. And a big going-away bash to make fliers for. And plan. And somehow make money for. I've never tried to raise money at a party, but why not now, when I'm not even in college anymore.
Oh, can we talk about that? I almost didn't graduate by my grades, which were the worst they've EVER BEEN. And I still have to get an internship to actually graduate. Ummm...why aren't you calling me back?!?!
