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[phthalombrage]

call it grey and brooding but I love rainy afternoons.

A few days ago:

Nathan: The muskrat has breathed its last. No, you cannot visit it.
(Picture Leah on the other line making high pitched noises of protest and confusion) I couldn't see her, but that's what I did. Nathan comes up with some good stuff, though.

I realized that my friends have fled to opposite corners of the globe (spheres have no corners) like pepper floating on the surface of water when intorduced to a drop of detergent. Pollution breaks the beautiful surface tension, the warm skin of the water that is more responsive to touch than your momma was last night.

Oh Zidane, I forgive you. It's no big deal. The Ew was for why Italy played a shittier game of football than your team did and got all the credit.

I wonder if I analysed statistics for a while, if I could disprove the existence of god. Maybe god is pi.

couple days ago at west coast...

Sasha (von Dassow): what is the purpose... what is the GOAL of rock bands and musicians?
Me (crisply, abruptly): To sell music.
Sasha: Yes, well... other than that... they want to make you move to the beat of the music. People like to do that. People want to dance.

I'm pretentiously proud of that.

& today
S: You're not with the rhythm on the solo; get back with the violins, cellos. They'll leave you nasty messages on myspace.

Me and my obsessions. I have two at west coast, two at home, two I've neglected, two far away, and many more lost. I'm always ready to begin anew. There are a few I hold onto for good. They just become a part of me. I just want to do so much... and not what most people want.

There was something Andi said that I found hilarious... but I forget what it was, dammit. She keeps cats. Yes, that was it.
When her dad's two cats were kittens, they attacked his face as he slept. One day he woke up with a claw like a fishhook in his lip (Andi has huge gauged holes in her ears, apparently they smell) and the next, he bought satin sheets and had them declawed. They used to try to jump up on his bed... and slide off like drops of fresh blood on a condom (HAHAHA, you'll have to excuse me for being such a sick freak, that was the most disturbing "waterproof" imagery I could think of. I am a "vegetarian" (oh how I miss that caterpillar) but I love kitten pizza, regardless of what the raccoons say. (They recommend the unicorn burger at Wendy's.)). Sometimes she still pushes them off for fun. They molest her stuffed animals so it's okay. Neutered, yes. But they're male, you must forgive them.
She was wearing her little cousin's socks. Christmas socks. Her cousin likes to claim she is her sister. And like Paul, her dad keeps lots of hair paraphernalia in his car. Rachel and that scrawny girl who dressed like Angus Young are moved up and gone, respectively, but whatever. I like Andi. And there's a new Rachel, whom I like better than the one last year. My stand partner is cool and this one little girl from Port Charlotte likes to talk to me, but I forget their names. Derek is gone, thank god, but I miss Kyle and the stick up his ass. His mom won't let him watch TV. Spongebob is a corrupting influence, selon elle (she had IBar). She works with Jim. Now there's a new little boy constipated with conceit and as ready as Patrick to spew "knowledge" forth. Fuck, I don't care what his name is. He wears short shorts. Pulled up high on his waist. I smell a mother's love (by love I mean oppression). I don't feel sorry for him.

While Josh lookes forward to Motherfucking Snakes on a Plane, I look forward to... Damn, Paul's right. All new movies suck.

Yesterday I played cixixi, castinets, and finger cymbals in rhythm. Rhythm sucks. Cixixi are retarded. But go Thailand! (place of manufacture)

Awika said college admissions are a crapshoot too.

Last year we played Stairway to Heaven, Dragonhunter, and To Dance in the Fields of Glory. But we ran through every piece of music in our folder in orchestra. This year my technique class and my rhythm class are each performing, but orch is only doing Quintus and Nightrider. We played All Star once. It's sad that nobody remembers it pre-Shrek. But I don't mind not playing it because it sucks. Still I feel like last year was better. Older cello kids. More cello solidarity. One level of cello and I wasn't stuck. This year I'm actually better than I was last year, and have less to work with, material-wise. But ehh. In order to proceed, I need a cello and time. The latter will prove to be the more difficult to obtain...

Tomorrow Valerie Terry will be back, and I will miss Sasha. Creepy man. He played an obscure song from Star Wars I before orchestra today. I love weird analogies, and he was full of them.

Left foot came into contact with the blue carpet in the back hall and I was overpowered with the flowery, sweet perfume of an air freshener, the smell of a bad secret. Since it's not one I'm concerned about keeping... here it leaks. My cat pees almost regularly on the closet door in there. See? It's not even a secret. I can't say I really have any myself. Put everything in the common domain (except private property) and bring the world population down.

I interact with a lot of objects. Life is about choices. I really need to start java (see neglected obsessions). Straight-up platitudes, but don't ask me, ask the ministry.

Today at work I filed. I don't mind minion work, but at times it's a bit monotonous. I killed two silverfish and deposited $319.18 in the bank downstairs.

Message from Libby, circa 2003 "she eats the meals I prepare for her when I'm not there". Misplaced modifier!

MASS ATTACK!

i like massive attack though. I realized I can't stand to listen to a lot.

Well, to be frank, I have to pee and I'm tired of typing this. So have at it.
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Comments

[uhhhey123.livejournal.com]

lol i was at work! i was just like nathan shut the fuck up. cause i needed to know whether i left my glasses in his car and he was being terribly awful. harumph.

[phthalombrage]

Yeah, it was kind of like... *raise eyebrows* what is he DOING? oh my god... what?? we should film this.