If one is going to lower oneself enough to go to a fast-food restaurant, it should have the decency to be open. Specifically, when one is working on a project at the office and has reached, at 2.30 a.m., that low point where greasy, immoral junk food is the only thing one could possibly consider consuming, the "drive-thru" at Mickey D's should be open. Especially in a college town. Jeebus fuck, people.
It doesn't help, of course, when the grocery store across the street is not accepting cards due to "maintenance." Which leaves one with only gas station fare available on the entire campus side of town.
At least the proprietor of the filling station was the sweet one who plays his own techno when he works in the middle of the night.
Sunchips and NutterButters rock.
Wednesday, June 25
Tuesday, June 10
I really do wish
...my housemates would stop holding their nightly chant-and-channel sessions. I can't tell what they're actually doing, or what they think they're doing, but what I do know is: they will go into a room and shut the door, sometimes turn on a recording of a woman speaking and/or sing a song, then either the guys will start chanting a sentence over and over while the girl speaks more brokenly and cries, or they will all start chanting. I don't know how or in what way the sessions conclude, because by that time I will have either left the house or gone upstairs to where I can't hear them.
I can't tell if any or all of them is speaking in tongues at any one point, because they normally speak an Asiatic language (that I don't speak). Two of them have been living here since December, and the third just moved in two weeks ago, just a few days before they started doing this.
Hypothesis: they're channeling spirits, they're speaking in tongues and/or they need three people for this ritual. Questions: what the fuck are they doing? Why are they doing it? And why the hell can't I move out any sooner than July 31?
...I could pick a goal (or even some goals, I'm willing to keep track of multiple goals) and stick to it. For longer than three days.
'Cos I am great at planning. A diet, an exercise program, a blog, a staff schedule, a party, an extreme lifestyle change, a camping trip...I rock at planning, okay? It's the follow-through that trips me up.
I have goals. I want to eat all organic, read a new nonfiction book every week, get fit enough to run an easy three miles...do I really need to continue? Everyone has these goals, piled up behind closet doors and stacked on coffee tables. I don't know if it's just that I feel guiltier than most, or I expect more of myself or what, but I really do want to stick to some goals once in a while.
...I could do all these wicked DYI projects I want to do. Unfortunately, I can't, either because I don't own a property or I don't have the money to put into it. I hate living somewhere where there are things about the house that I want to fix or improve, but I can't (or shouldn't, anyway) because they aren't my responsibility.
Up there on my list right now: alternative energy devices (particularly solar panels and wind turbines), remodeling a bathroom, building room-full (erm...houseful, probably) of shelves that serve both the kitty-lover and bibliophile in me and creating an elegant piece of erotic furniture.
I can't tell if any or all of them is speaking in tongues at any one point, because they normally speak an Asiatic language (that I don't speak). Two of them have been living here since December, and the third just moved in two weeks ago, just a few days before they started doing this.
Hypothesis: they're channeling spirits, they're speaking in tongues and/or they need three people for this ritual. Questions: what the fuck are they doing? Why are they doing it? And why the hell can't I move out any sooner than July 31?
...I could pick a goal (or even some goals, I'm willing to keep track of multiple goals) and stick to it. For longer than three days.
'Cos I am great at planning. A diet, an exercise program, a blog, a staff schedule, a party, an extreme lifestyle change, a camping trip...I rock at planning, okay? It's the follow-through that trips me up.
I have goals. I want to eat all organic, read a new nonfiction book every week, get fit enough to run an easy three miles...do I really need to continue? Everyone has these goals, piled up behind closet doors and stacked on coffee tables. I don't know if it's just that I feel guiltier than most, or I expect more of myself or what, but I really do want to stick to some goals once in a while.
...I could do all these wicked DYI projects I want to do. Unfortunately, I can't, either because I don't own a property or I don't have the money to put into it. I hate living somewhere where there are things about the house that I want to fix or improve, but I can't (or shouldn't, anyway) because they aren't my responsibility.
Up there on my list right now: alternative energy devices (particularly solar panels and wind turbines), remodeling a bathroom, building room-full (erm...houseful, probably) of shelves that serve both the kitty-lover and bibliophile in me and creating an elegant piece of erotic furniture.
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