not much time now
the daystar
it rises
not much time now
the daystar
it rises
I’ve complained about this before, I know.
But for lack of anything new to complain about…
Here’s this again.
One of my pet peeves.
Hasn’t been mentioned in a long while.
Just got some spam in my inbox
(that’s not even what I’m complaining about,
I’ve come to accept the spam by now)
about a birdfeeder that prevents squirrels from eating the seed.
What is wrong with squirrels?
Squirrels need to eat, too, you know.
It’s discrimination, really.
Come on… squirrels are cute and fuzzy.
And hell,
more interesting to look at than birds.
Squirrels have character.
Birds are just all
hop hop hop peck hop peck.
Chirpchirpchirpchirpchirpchirpchirp.
Which is another way in which squirrels are superior to birds.
Squirrels don’t wake me up in the morning.
OW! MY BRAIN! The phone is so goddamned loud.
My mom just called from the car.
They’re here to pick me up.
Oh, joy.
See yer later.
going home for weekend
boo
hiss
boo
I’ve been trying to think of a way to link to under my umbrella without using the word cute.
Can’t do it.
Hate the word, angers me so when it is applied to me, but
can’t do it.
I think it’s the little frowning cloud…
Creator (one Sophie) appears to wear the same eyeglasses as I do.
Which is probably (as most things i say generally are)
very much less interesting than I think it is.
Maybe if I had used the word spectacles.
Braisen Vegetables
THESE TWO WORDS
WILL NOT LEAVE MY HEAD
Where have they come from?
And why?
I’m picturing myself, toothless.
It’s 9 am.
Candice is awake.
Not ony that, but she’s been awake for over two hours.
Is the apocalypse upon us?
Most certainly.
Well, I only got about 20 hours of sleep yesterday.
And the result is that I appear to be on some sort of “normal” schedule now.
So what does one do during the day?
I don’t even know anymore.
Presently, I’m doing my laundry.
After that, clean the room.
And then perhaps… go to class on a Friday for once.
No, that might be stretching it.
I wish I had more than $10.12 in my bank account.
Because I feel like buying things.
That $10.12 is reserved for developing film for design and composition on Wednesday. And for not starving, should I fail to get up before 11pm (and it happens often) in the near future.
Do you know, I haven’t been awake between the hours of 3pm and 11pm for at least a week and a half?
Is this a problem?
Is this a symptom of a much deeper seated problem?
Most certainly.
I should just start telling people that I’m a vampire.
Because while people who think they’re vampires are losers,
right now I’m a loser with no excuse.
Well
being the queen of excuses, I’m sure I could come up with one.
A good one.
It’s just that I don’t much feel like thinking lately.
I sleep too much.
I sleep far too much.
I’m just too… something or other… to find anything better to do.
Most certainly.
Sometimes I think to myself
Candice,
wouldn’t it be useful to have something useful to say?
And then
I stop.
Don’t eat an entire bag of those little round brownies in one evening.
Just don’t.
Heartburn.
But they were soooo good…
Assoziations-Blaster is like Everything2, but not… It’s “the interactive text network with automatic non-linear real-time linking.”
Occupying me quite well.