i never mean what i say or say what i mean
sometimes, i pretty much hate my ability to slack off like mad and have things still work out. for instance, about two weeks ago my laptop started acting really insane in terms of how it wanted to charge which was basically never. so sometime last week the little machine finally hit its wits end and the charger just fried itself. i put off buying a new one because i don’t like to spend money but finally have to get one yesterday because i had about 11 pages worth of writing due today. So i start the writing around 4 pm yesterday afternoon and write some. then at like 4:30 i decide to pay attention to the grudge so that there is a risk of scariness in the movie. the movie was remotely scary but i thought it was all culty and cool and really it wasn’t much of either. but the little boy was kinda cute. i start writing again after the movie at about 7 and write until i decide i should probably leave joe’s apartment since its only me and brian there. i went to lolas and ran into steve so i worked on the paper and talked to him for a while then i got chinese food and was back in the dorms writing said paper until about 11:30 when it was finished and i had only my womens studies journals to tackle.
at this time, i voted that my roommates continuing cohabitation could not be tolerated and left the room for joe’s place. good going, jess-rah. i took a shower there (with conditioner, bitches.) and then madeline came by for a while. talking to madeline was nice but she was definitely more than freaked out by group-interaction jess especially around brian, britain, travis, and joe. oi. so scary we be. this lead to the inevitable “i can’t speak to you ever again except for next wednesday when we’ll be at the same concert” discussion. i’m just kind of letting her do whatever. cos i don’t really believe we’ll ever actually quit talking. and hey, her hair is all shortish and cute now because its growing out nicely.
i began writing the journals at about 1 and finished what i could do by like 2ish. of course at this point i was trying to write something about how the patriarchy can no longer save our young men but instead it came out as “in order to fully escape oppression we must reject and escape the capitalist framework.” WHAT THE HELL!? tired jess just starts uncontrollably typing communist propaghanda and only stops after realizing that it doesn’t fit what she was saying in that paragraph at all. oi. i decided to forgo finishing the journal and sleep for a few hours. so i go to sleep around 2:35 and wake up at like 7 to start writing. 7 turned to 8 fairly quickly and then i finished the journals in approx a half hour and ran over to henderson to print everything i needed for the day then went to my 9 o’clock class with my work for the day completed. slam. wham. bam.
it should also be mentioned that i completed all of that days activities with a mild hangover (mostly just patterned nausea). Joe, Travis, Trista and I went to Lawrence to party with some kids from Silver Lake (Augh! SILVER LAKE! Augh!) Have no fear, dear reader, I had dated zero of the silver lake kids at this party. So the night goes like this: Jess gets really trashed then passes out at about 3:30 am and wakes up again at 4:45 am to the sound of the stereo clicking in a desperate attempt to find a cd so she turns it off and goes back to bed for a half hour then gives up. it was at 5:20 when i gave up on sleeping again that night that i decided to go to Java Break (when in lawrence . . . ) so i look next to me (or near me you know) where Joe fell asleep and find an empty space. i wander around the house looking for him and attempt to call his cellphone but only succeed in finding his cellphone until i decide to give up my search and go to sit in the garage where I can have some light for a while. strangely, I discover Joe asleep on the couch in the garage. Basically, i just listened to him breathe for a few minutes then decided I was going to JB with or without him and he might as well tag along. So i wake him and we go to java break and spend a few hours there while i finish off a sex bomb and he has hot cocoa and we talk about lots of issues for a while.
He let me see his incan face. Mmm.
ps. juice stop cures hangovers for short enough time periods.