Archive for January, 2009

neat!

Saturday, January 31st, 2009

my contact lenses are dry, so I’ll have to make this entry not super long, but it will be long enough for me to tell you about my magical day!

first, I saw “the uninvited.” it was disappointing. then I saw “a tale of two sisters” again, and was even more disappointed with “the uninvited.”

later on, I bought new shoes and new socks. both are equally comfortable, and so when I wear them together it is like I am wearing clouds. blue, black and pink clouds.

now I am at the union, as I have finished testing my shoes DDR capabilities. they are pretty capable shoes. time for me to walk home…

hey gang!

Tuesday, January 27th, 2009

I’m not really a figment of your imagination, but I did start thinking about it.

magnetic whatsits

Sunday, January 25th, 2009

let’s start and go!

today is sunday, and I am lazy. I should do homework, but it’s snowing outside. so much snow! I could just take the bus, I guess, but what fun is that? when you take the bus there are usually crazy people, and while interesting, they are still crazy. and could possibly eat my shirt… really, though. my shirt is delicious looking. it’s nice and comfortable and has robots on it.

yawn

stretch

I feel like a cat when I stretch—I extend my arms and do the yawn. it is pretty cool, but I am not a cat. my muscles still hate stretching. more often than not, it gets rather unbelievable. like when I yawned the other day and cramped my muscle underneath my chin… how does that even happen? I even had a banana prior, I should not have my muscles cramping up my style.

c’est la vie.

5 minutes

Friday, January 23rd, 2009

there is no way that today is friday, because fridays are days of fun and not having to work at the laundromat. unfortunately, today is not a day of fun, it is a day of sitting and not doing anything. I miss the point sometimes and I am thinking a little bit too much. but you can’t stop thinking, can you? I think I did a meditation once where I was meant to not think, and every time you thought of something, you lost. you’d have to start it all over again.

I close my eyes too often.

a little, just a little.

maybe there’s a reasoning behind the ways things work. perhaps it is a mass of thought, a collective consciousness. but that wouldn’t balance out so well, that would seem, indeed, lame.

grumble grumble. 私のお腹がぺこぺこです. ぺこぺこ. ニャア〜.

everyone is away, I don’t know where they are. they vanish into the depths of my “what if’s” and I just sit here, humming silently to myself. I’m not quite sure how I hum silently, but I accomplished it, somehow.

I tap my foot a lot, but it’s not as bad as in high school. I would tap my damn foot all the time, especially during tests. while it probably distracted the other students, I could handle it, because I was chill. like the penguin. blah, how is it that I can recall information about beanie babies, yet I can’t remember what I had for breakfast last week? perhaps it has to do with the alignment of the planets; or the alignment of the moon. I used a semicolon improperly, but my hands don’t care anymore.

neither do they.

free writing exercise, just for you!

Thursday, January 22nd, 2009

tobidase! let’s go. okay, so freewriting is really cool and I know that I am not supposed to use grammar, but jeez louise, I think that if I don’t use punctuation everything will turn into a run on sentence. running on. and running, like that one song. “long train runnin’” it’s by the doobie brothers, but I only know the remix done by some german group. why? I’m not quite sure. I just know it because I know it, and everyone is remembering that there are pennies on the ground. pennies! pennies for everyone. I wish I had more pennies, I could have exact change all the time. you know? it’s always so annoying waiting for change to a dollar eighty seven and you give the cashier and 10 because you just don’t have the change! or the time. what time is it? it’s only been a minute and some seconds. maybe 12 seconds. okay, more like 46 but I don’t know, who’s counting anyway? the sandman. I ask too many questions. you’re too many questions. don’t sass my bottles! they have water and enjoy the somber delicious taste of destiny! I sound like a fortune cookie, or a vending machines instructions. damnit! I wrote “machines” instead of “machine’s” but I can’t change it because of the rules we have implemented. I won’t be revising it, or anything else, because I’m cool like the ocean. or a shark. or a panda! pandas are really really cool. I wish I had a pet panda, I would feed it bamboo and take it to school and everyone would be all like “hey, what’s up with that panda?” and I’d be like “shut up, you don’t know the panda well enough to ask him q    uestions like that. oopsy daisy! I just pressed the tab key on accident because I was typing but maybe I can pass it off as a legitamtietigiakkdgkk I can’t spell legitimate for some reason even though I just spelled it just now.

oh wow! I made a new paragraph! I didn’t think that was gonna happen with the huge block of text straight above me, looming downwards like one of the castle levels in super mario world. did I really just talk about super mario world? I’m in college, I shouldn’t discuss such matters. no. yes. wait. maybe? I did take video games classes. I remember that I had a game design document about a magical pair of pants that longed to save the day! long, luge, lap dance. why do words that start with l and are followed by a vowel sometimes overtly sexual? I blame the cartons of milk with missing persons. without those, we wouldn’t have the fire power electric holes in the wall.

new paragraph!

and a nother. not another. a nother. I wonder if nother is a word. I mean, another oh wait I just figured it out. an + other = another! duhhhhhhhh dooooooon. I like extending vowels, though we don’t did it very often in english. english is a language and I am not a so not! you did not just go there mister fighter of the dark.

damn
damndamn
time is running out! only some seconds left, like a few of them and that is why I am going to write words are the secret to swords! the end of the