So, I have this journal that I tak with me everywhere. Much of it is full of the mundane, day-to-day, neurotic ramblings of a person whose bain never seems to shut off (this makes sleeping difficult). Sometimes I look back in it to remind myself of a n amzing night, or to simply remember a night. Sometimes I will write a short narrative, or continue a story I started elsewhere. Sometimes I'll have random lines of poetry written. So, since I am at work right now, and my job consists solely of sitting around and making sure that the dogs here go to sleep... which involves quite a lot of sitting and not a lot of much else... I decided to have a look through my journal, and pull out some of the "best" parts:
June 5th, 2008, 11.29pm
I have half a mind to go across the street to those highschoolers aand tell them they're partying wrong.
June 6th, 2008
it's nearly 4.30am... "I see Ghosts" has a suspicious lack of ghosts.
8.46pm
"Why do people think I'm so interesting?"
You're not; shut up; I hate you 16 year old.
June 7th, 2008 2.43 am
...I just want to tell one of them that I think they're fantastic... I also want to go see them not surrounded by 16 year olds.
6.31pm
...I'm a reverse-psychic... on the bright side, I won't have a bad time, I won't get raped... but I'll probably get lost.
Drunk O'clock (11.30-ish)
A man in front of me has a tattoo of an eye on the back of his neck. It really freaks me out....
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(Much of the rest of this entry is pretty illegible, though one word repeats throughout: DOOOOOOOOOOOMED!!!!!)
June 8th, 2008 4.14pm
...though to be honest, for 2 people to live on Staten Island, that's lmore like saying "We live in the ame small village" than "same city...
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...Also? I wholeheartedly approve of songs about robots and aliens w/o them being metaphors.
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...so he started dancing, all sexy-sexy (like, I dunno, a snake, slithering? Not "Damn! He's a sexy dancer!" but "That's a sexy-sexy dance! Also he's damn sexy)...
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(...but, again, these are not things I pay attention to)...
June12th, 2008 7pmish
I really need to clean my room. Like Woah... ...I guesswhen I'm done procrastinating, I'll do it.
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...and the lead singer of a band, a great band, a great band with a strong following, a great band with a strong followng of nubile 16 year old girls...
June 16th, 12.44am
...who remembered me, which always amazes me.
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...so I gave him the angry shaking fist, which I haven't used in years! I love that gesture! Why did I ever stpo usingit to connote false anger?
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...though the Culture Shock explaination was so that I would remember why I couldn't remember what happened that weekend...
June 18th, 10.22pm
...if I did, then he (wisely) chose to ignore it. If I didn't, then I am thankful for my internet being as Orgeon Trail as it is...
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...[about Jonesy, a Rottweiler at the kennel] It really sucks, but I know he's just crying for attention right now and going in there is just going to rile him up (according to the boss). It sucks cause I can hear him cry (this is crossed out) throwing up....
June 20th 6.22pm
...my eyes itch a lot right now
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...who, in real life, slips on a banana pel? No one. That's who.... well, xcept that guy on the street.
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...Fuck it. One more drink.
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"I'm sorry, I don't mean to stare at your crotch"
Yes you do!
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Adventures in Jill needs to learn how to fucking drive:
1.41am if a train doesn't come NOW I will not get home until 4am. I am hungry.
June 21st, 5.30 pm
...I really only remember the Wishbone, but I think I'd remember if there was a dinosaur in that episode.
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...why does my brain fold in on itself like a... like a souffle?
June 24th, 2008 9.04pm
...Plus, you don't give crazy pepole hugs.
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...I changed the playlist on my iPod and now it reads like a Who's Who of Purchase bands [from when I went]. All I'm missing are tracks from O'Death and The Woes... but I can fix that... eventually.
11.47pm
...and when reality enters, all you can hear is the dream-egg shatter.
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...I realize that I should not be hld responsible for anything I say or do when over-tired.
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