annie, are you ok?
I think my [ultimate] ambition in life is to win The Genius Award. That’d be hot, huh? To be a recognized genius. All you’d have to say to anyone is, bitches, please. I won 500,000 for being fucking amazing, what the hell have you done?
I have to be at work in a half hour. I'm thinking the whole working at a bookstore ship is sinking rapidly, so I need to look into other options so that I may survive without starvation. It's funny to watch a business change--simply working from certain areas and to know how much and frequently they're changing. It's all bad business lately, I do believe. There are structural problems that could easily be remedied, but it seems that they're hiring a lot of people who never once worked at the lower levels of the company--that must make things difficult, right?
Still, I am stuck on The Postal Service--and i know that everyone thinks their lyrics suck, but I get that one line: and i kissed you in a style that clark gable would have admired (I thought it classic). I dig it.
I've been getting bored in class so much that I sit there and cover an entire page in words. I bought these new pens that blow my mind away. Usually, I'm a strict black bic girl--and not the clear ones, but the white ones. It has to be those cheap, one thousand for ten cents pens. And fine is much better than medium, I have found. But these pens... oh, these pens are fabulous. The way they glide over the page and make heavy, serious lines when you form letters. And they're so easy to draw with--that's another thing. They have to be able to draw. It helps when you can make every word that you're writing in your infinite boredom beautiful. Exaggerated and stretched out--fabulously so.
The question that I asked myself the other day was why write? and i filled a page and wanted to keep going a bit more.
Last night served to answer that question just about as well--why write turned into a vehicle to capture words and memories because I know that I'll forget some of the things that are happening now. Well, at least I hope that I'll forget some of them.
We started at Pizza House with those lucious milk shake and liquor things. Cookies n'cream is enough to turn any child into a raging alcoholic--why not take Bailey's with one of the best ice creams ever? Psssh, exactly.
Then we headed out to Full Moon on Main Street--to down three or four pitchers between the four, then five, of us.
Well, that's all for now. Must be at work in nineteen minutes--clocked in by 23 if I don't want to be considered late. Fun. Seriously, I just need that Genius Award now. To be able to live life, then spend the day reflecting on that and capturing words--even if you're not telling that story directly, you still are, you know?
I have to be at work in a half hour. I'm thinking the whole working at a bookstore ship is sinking rapidly, so I need to look into other options so that I may survive without starvation. It's funny to watch a business change--simply working from certain areas and to know how much and frequently they're changing. It's all bad business lately, I do believe. There are structural problems that could easily be remedied, but it seems that they're hiring a lot of people who never once worked at the lower levels of the company--that must make things difficult, right?
Still, I am stuck on The Postal Service--and i know that everyone thinks their lyrics suck, but I get that one line: and i kissed you in a style that clark gable would have admired (I thought it classic). I dig it.
I've been getting bored in class so much that I sit there and cover an entire page in words. I bought these new pens that blow my mind away. Usually, I'm a strict black bic girl--and not the clear ones, but the white ones. It has to be those cheap, one thousand for ten cents pens. And fine is much better than medium, I have found. But these pens... oh, these pens are fabulous. The way they glide over the page and make heavy, serious lines when you form letters. And they're so easy to draw with--that's another thing. They have to be able to draw. It helps when you can make every word that you're writing in your infinite boredom beautiful. Exaggerated and stretched out--fabulously so.
The question that I asked myself the other day was why write? and i filled a page and wanted to keep going a bit more.
Last night served to answer that question just about as well--why write turned into a vehicle to capture words and memories because I know that I'll forget some of the things that are happening now. Well, at least I hope that I'll forget some of them.
We started at Pizza House with those lucious milk shake and liquor things. Cookies n'cream is enough to turn any child into a raging alcoholic--why not take Bailey's with one of the best ice creams ever? Psssh, exactly.
Then we headed out to Full Moon on Main Street--to down three or four pitchers between the four, then five, of us.
Well, that's all for now. Must be at work in nineteen minutes--clocked in by 23 if I don't want to be considered late. Fun. Seriously, I just need that Genius Award now. To be able to live life, then spend the day reflecting on that and capturing words--even if you're not telling that story directly, you still are, you know?
1 Comments:
things like "the genius award" aren't all they're cracked up to be. my older brother has an IQ at Genius level...not shitting you. he's been accepted into the "IQ association of the world", has a certificate and everything. it just turns you into an arrogant human being. stay away from it. know that you are intelligent, allow others to know you're intelligent, but leave it at that. i say this because i love you, AIESEC TWIN.
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