Today was weird & rough & cool. I: ( - ) spent my last day with the baby & feel bad that we didn’t do anything super cool or fun. ( + ) sent some revised poems to my teacher. ( - ) found out that my $25,876 in loans will end up as $35,690 in 10 years, paid in monthly installments of $298 starting this November. ( + ) sewed some patches on to some stuff. ( + ) learned a new...
The band was noted for its experimental sound, obscure lyrics and eclectic...
Using a loud typewriter is loud.
Tonight I’ll be reading stuff I’ve written in front of whoever is at the Ghost of Eastside Records for the Tempe Zine Convention II. I’ll have at least one zine for you to have. There will be lots of other cool zines & readers there too.
THINGS I GOTTA GET:
AAA membership a compact tent blank tapes a passport alignment repair a pup carrier an up-to-date road atlas flip-flops
Last day of college ever: “Eye of the Tiger” on repeat.
Right now I’m gonna go take a final in ENG 328: The Novel to Jane Austen, then I’m gonna finish a paper for ENG 352: Short Story. Tomorrow, I’ll turn in a new poem and two revisions for ENG 494: Persona Poem/Flash Fiction. Sometime this week, I’ll research and write a Marxist critique of Mary Hays’ The Victim of Prejudice, and then next Thursday I’ll graduate...
THINGS I DON'T UNDERSTAND:
1. Harry Potter humor. 2. Why my phone stopped working. 3. This heat.
“Werewolves of London”, then “Good Vibrations”, then “Under Pressure”? I’ll take it, classic rock station.
I just ate & I still don’t feel like writing this paper on Charles Baxter and the American landscape.
I’m hungry & I don’t feel like writing this paper on Charles Baxter and the American landscape.
I think it’s worth mentioning that yesterday I made a perfect pair of cut-offs.
You can’t always get what you want.– Sir Michael Philip Jagger
100.7 FM KSLX The Valley’s Classic Rock Station is playing “Come As You Are.”
I’m not sure how to feel about Damien Hirst. My gut tells me he sucks.
Saw a guy leaving Kristoff’s newest gentrified project house, listening to “Mambo #5” through his headphones, loud enough to be heard across the street. These are the people raising the rent in poor neighborhoods.
THE KIND OF JOKES I WRITE AT 5 IN THE MORNING:
Did you hear about the guy who sells round, pitted fruit? He’s in the plum-bing business.
The world is a vampire.– William Corgan
The person in front of me in my Jane Austen lit class is graduating in May with a degree in English. In her notes, she has spelled “picturesque” as “pictureist” and “sensibility” as “senseability”…sigh. ASU.
I really wish I could donate blood. I have plenty to go around, I’m pretty sure. Stupid hemophobia. Making me look like a wimp. Fainting in doctor’s offices & tattoo shops all over the country. It’s gotten worse. It used to be that it was only seeing/knowing my own blood loss that caused these reactions. Then it was dealing with a cut Tristan got. Now, it’s seeing...
I want new tattoos & a denim dress. Feeling kind of weird.
I kind of want an “EAT THE RICH” tattoo.