So now that I’ve smoked and gotten ridiculously high, I have a better grasp on why people smoke weed. It’s not that it’s fun, though it can be, but it’s just interesting. It’s an altered state of mind, and I’m coming to the conclusion that there’s noting wrong with enjoying an altered state of mind, […]
and I’m about to shoot myself I cannot bear to hear it one more time and yet I am too lazy to get up and turn it off
Running the event that we spent all year planning, somewhat bonding with the team, it was fun. But what bothered me is that none of my friends came. I have no friends to automatically hang out with. Sure, I get invited to things. But I don’t want to be invited. I want to be immediately […]
In any case, I can’t break up with him. I can’t crush him like that. In fact, after last night, I feel guilty for even ever considering it.
During our long conversation the other night, I do believe that JKm almost said he loved me. I felt it coming as the sentence flowed, and when the time came, the silence hung in the air until he finished, “well, you know how I feel about you. […]
The unsuspecting jacket feather floats up, up to oblivion. Kant invented the pencil. Not Philosopher Kant. Just Pencil Kant. “Um, eyes up here, please.” “All I wanted was to see your spaghetti shirt.” Mozart knows nothing about periods. Down with the patriarchy.
After doing MDMA yesterday (oh yeah, I did MDMA) and having a total blast, I crashed in JKm’s room. And I’m happy to say that I brought up an open conversation about wanting to challenge each other more and have him feel comfortable confronting me with differences in beliefs and opinions. It was honestly exactly what […]
Been having a bit of a funk in regards to my interests lately, especially my musical taste. I’m just bored of what I’ve always listened to. It was pop, then then classical, then jazz, then bluegrass. And that was good enough for so long. But lately, it went African Mbira music Tinariwen (African/rock hybrid?) Thelonious Monk […]
We’re good now. Over winter break and we didn’t see each other because of a stupid mini fight, a passive aggressive text. But we Skyped the other day, and we’re good. I’m glad we’re friends. He’s a good person, although cynical about the world. He’s different than all my other friends – actually, all my […]
What if you wrote an entire piece in 3/4 but as if it was in 2/4, like, hemiola the entire time? It would feel different. I’m going to do it. The sun doth not shine when your brother is Einstein. Poor, fucking Alfred.