January 2011
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December 2010
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Last night, i was in the trusty minivan, being driven around by family members. We were in farm country, and there were flowers blooming in all the fields. Driver was sick, and the sicker they got the faster we went. We went faster and faster, and at a bend in the road, drove straight into a field and flipped over a couple times. Miraculously, we clambered from the car unscathed, and laid down in...
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Plunken’ Em - People Under the Stairs
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ejmiglorie:
taking hikes where you have to...
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I looked up other recent google searches i’ve made:
“who’s the guy in tron?” Jeff Bridges. “Jeff Bridges movies” …The Big Lebowski, man.
“usa time zone map” … “world time zone map” … oh, it’s 6:42am here right now? well shit.
“is anything released on 8 tracks?” …meh, not really.
“Darren...
it took me 19 years to realize that my neighbors are funny.
My house was home base for Santa because they have 3 little kids, and Santa can’t wrap presents and write “thank you for the cookies” notes around 3 little kids without the secret getting out. So “dad” comes over to pick up some things and stays a while and has a few drinks and shares a few stories. One of...
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It’s an interesting hour before christmas eve.
Alone.
In the kitchen.
With pineapple, almonds, and semi-sweet chocolate chips.
There’s a dead fish in my room. it wedged itself between a rock and the glass and just died.
The t.v. is on.. Public television. There is a very old woman getting interviewed, and i only noticed after the narrator reiterated that, “she tried to shoot...
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I went back to high school today, with mixed feelings. good thing it was empty.
It probably wasn’t a good idea to look at past pictures afterwards, because now i feel old. I’m 19, and i feel old. That is so screwed up.
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There should be one news channel that’s happy. There’s a bunch that are important and unhappy and whatever, so why can’t there be one that’s cheery? what if i want to start my day on a good note, or end it on one?
that’s probably solvable by not watching the news altogether.. hmm.. never mind.
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Sharam.
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I’m watching late night tv, America’s Court. The plaintiff is a 9th grade kid, suing another kid for putting cat pictures with “gay” written on them in his locker. The judge is making them have an “i’m sorry” talk, where the bully couldn’t actually say sorry, so the judge told him exactly what to say.
Bully got sued for $1500.
after the verdict,...
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Alright, so i’ve had two all nighters this week, and by the time i actually got home, i collapsed into my bed, and fell asleep. I woke up and heard my sister about to leave, so i hop up and ask her when she’ll be back and if i will get to use the car. she says she came in and asked me a little bit ago if i wanted it and i allegedly said, “no, the cart is too...
facebook is so appropriately named. it’s face value, and there’s a shit ton of it, like a book.
i’m stoked for the release of mindbook. which doesn’t exist. except in my head.
typical facebook status of what i’m feeling:
I hate finals. i want to go home. this sucks.
mindbook status:
[0<|X-Xo|<d |f(x)-L|<E]…
or something like that.. and since i...
massive oversight:
by sleeping/ not sleeping, at times of day/night when i should be sleeping/not sleeping, i am tired/awake at uncanny hours. like right now. who the hell wakes up at 4:30, without an alarm, caffeine, and sunshine, and is fully awake? me. i guess. so i’m editing papers, and watching a movie about banksy. well, sort of about banksy.
peace, love
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so it’s the “80’s”.
next fashion decade? my bets on the 70’s. maybe western, scruffy.
Let’s bring back that disco funk, the lighted floors, the roller skates. The colors are starting to swirl, the … i like how it feels.
es·ti·val
–adjective
pertaining or appropriate to summer.
i’ll give you a hint.. it starts with an F, and rhymes with vestibule
thank god for Maru.
I’ll explain later.
hahaha the library uses a quiet vacuum! IT’S QUIET! Like, hey man, don’t disturb me from my deep thought cycles.
oh nooooooooooo, there was a hidden amount of knowledge that needs to be known through and through for friday. i can already feel the sweaty eyelids cover my glazed eyes and a little drool sneak out of my sagging mouth and tilted head.
JUST KIDDING. POWER THROUGH THAT SHIT!
I’m breaking from studying to note how 50 people can sit in a room, getting things accomplished, without moving, and without noise. just… none. it’s fucking silent. i’m even typing timidly. There’s even a whole building where people go to do this. You sit in it, and silently do things that someone deems important. That’s pretty cool. Granted, i know it’s...
I signed my lease. i thought you should know.
E-Migs: You know that super hazy 10-15 minutes you... →
ejmiglorie:
You know that super hazy 10-15 minutes you experience after waking up from a nap in the mid afternoon? I used to hate that, but now I use it wisely, and to my advantage. I always try and do something important in that state. Like finish a paper, talk to a family member or close friend, or time…
2 for 2.
I’m anxious as fuck.
Today I’m signing the lease on a house for next year. when i take out the $100 for my part of the deposit i will be twice as broke. I don’t have a job. WHAT THE HELL AM I DOING.
I had hoped that my parents would be in support of this… i don’t know why, that’s obviously not the case.
I can feel the cold and the hunger already. i’m...
ejmiglorie:
I’ve decided that stress isn’t my thing anymore. I’m moving on to freedom.
Freedom is the new black.
wakey up in the morning, stare at the banana on my desk, think about stuff, and read that freedom is the new black. i’m wearing all black. time to get naked. awesome. i dig.
my expectation: since i’ve habituated to staying up late and waking up later, i decided to stay up all night, which would make me tired all day, which i would make it through with a couple naps, and go to bed on time, jolting my sleep crap back into the right zone. eassyyy.
reality: the night was easy. i even got breakfast and hung with the roomies during the morning. Then, as expected, i...
if the world stopped spinning abruptly, we would all fly into stuff at like 700 miles an hour and be dead. unless you’re on the poles, but then you’re in an epic frozen blizzard or some shit, so you’re probably going to die anyway, plus probably like a billion other things are going wrong at the same time. your days are limited polar man.
I want to try watercolor and pen.
I know when i do, my things will be out of perspective, and i won’t find them adequate. Painting will be a mess of colors that are too dark and bleeding together, and i will want to give up.
I will. And then sometime later, i will wish i had given it time, and try again.
ah damn, my bag plus pockets, right now, has 3 pens, a highlighter, a newspaper, my phone, and a candy wrapper from a really long time ago.. i wonder how many times it’s been washed.. maybe i should check my pockets more often.
Who are these people, and why are their bags so interesting?
and why do so many carry knives? i feel like i need one now.. gotta keep up with the times. Cheese...
i’m starting that paper, and had a day dream about a pig escaping a processing facility, squealing and plowing through rows of dazed workers toward the exit. After escaping, the pig headed for the woods, and once under some cover slowed, and thought, very humanly, “oh crap, what do i do now? who should i tell?”
you can’t tell anyone little piggy, you can only squeal. That...
This is where i keep my head.
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Indulge Me - David Dallas
Let me give you a life...
I hate the internet. it’s so lonely.
It’s easy to turn to when you’re bored.
It eats your time, and doesn’t give much in return.
