It has been raining for a million fucking years
It isn’t windy but my umbrella is on the verge of turning itself inside out. I’m really just getting in on this folding-umbrella technology now and it is getting a neutral thumb from me, I guess. Sideways-thumb. Its skeleton looks like a robotic spider and it’s not very strong but I suppose it is convenient how small it gets? I mean, it would be convenient if that were an issue at all in my life.
I am still devoid of an internet connection so I dragged myself up the mountain to reconnect with the world. It’s awkward, lurking the internet in a library. Lost all of my student loan forms and my SIN card somehow, and now I’m pretending I’m about to finish a writing assignment for Classical Traditions in Rhetoric. I peaked in second year and now I am in way over my head. What am I doing in university? Not too sure, my friend. Not too sure.
My week -
A Tribe Called Quest, bedroom workouts with the door locked, diet ginger ale, Sage Francis, The Pagemaster, an introduction to Jersey Shore c/o my roommate, a faulty lighter, neverending hash, 2.99 DVD collections, the most intimidating English class ever, Microsoft Solitaire, lecture halls, newly scuffed shoes, no mail, a continuing need for your arms around me, that familiar uncertainty creeping back into my bones.
Next week -
Pick myself the fuck up.
On the bright side I am going to see Casiotone for the Painfully Alone tomorrow night and it is going to be EXCELLENT.
