Eight mosquito bites on your hand are quite painful, and sleep leaks out the holes by night. By tomorrow afternoon, it all becomes quite odd, and a small spider walking alone on a table could make you cry, and the trees so high above look so funny, and you forget the spider and begin laughing...
Twas my grandparents' anniversary yesterday, and I kept tearing up as they talked about growing up so long ago, and military service, and crushing crackers under your feet in rebellion...
I returned to my dorm that afternoon on a train, and it got darker and darker outside, and by night, the small towns our train passed by and the stops full of empty train cabins were all so grand! And a robotic arm, and a chip that could stop pain--grand! We people, we're all so very weak, but we're so very grand, and so we build these grand, grand, grand, grand, grand citiesm and these grand, grand, grand little towns, and these grand little trains between the cities and towns... what a nice word that is! Grand!
But by the time we arrived, it was all dark, and all the restaurants near the station were full, regardless of the yuckness of them all....
and then...
I'm still tired, and quite upset at all the homework they're making us do and all the expectations we're required to fulfill... Parents need to be accepting, by the way... and so much homework, and I wish everyone could see sex as the amazingly beautiful act it is, or I think it is... and I need a white tee to tie-dye.
Maybe I'll stop by after dinner to get those pictures of the boat burning festival I never got...
I wish I could just fall asleep right about now and wake up two years later...
Talking Heads,
Yeah Yeah Yeahs,
Man Man,
Shiny Toy Guns,
Butthole Surfers,
Neu,
Phish,
Craftwerk,
Jesus and Mary Chain,
Christian Death,
Franz Ferdinand,
Gogol Bordello,
experimental rock,
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