Waking Life

I went into Philly this Saturday with Corey and spent the night at the 707 house. It was nice just hanging out and seeing Brian. My first time experiencing Kingdom and Mugshots, too, which were both amazing. I want to spend a lot of time there, because I might end up in Philadelphia in a couple years. I can't stop listening to Joanna Newsom.

I'm still awake and anticipating a snow day tomorrow. This week went by really fast. Lindsay's been writing poetry, and so have I. It feels really nice. Usually I end up getting in bed to go to sleep, but I can't stop thinking about words and events and I have to get out of bed to jot them down. I'm not really going to share them like Lindsay is doing because I don't feel comfortable doing that. Maybe if I write something I'm really proud of. My god. I am so tired all the time. Goodnight. P.S. Where can I develop the film sitting in my Holga? I haven't really looked into anywhere around here yet, but if you know of a place...great!

And Man created the plastic bag and the tin and aluminum can and the cellophane wrapper and the paper plate and the disposable bottle, and this was good because man could then take his automobile and buy his food all in one place and he could save that which was good to eat in the refrigerator and throw away that which had no further use. And pretty soon the earth was covered with plastic bags and aluminum cans and paper plates and disposable bottles, and there was nowhere left to sit down or to walk. And Man shook his head and cried, ‘Look at all this God-awful litter.’
-Art Buchwald, 1970.

I like this. slam poetry is spectacular.



and this. this song.

today is Super Tuesday. I have blisters on my hands from drumming in Rock Band. I can't think of anything interesting to say, really, other than that I'm disappointed in my Lit class. I'm probably too pretentious, but everything we are learning is redundant for me and I feel like I am at such a higher reading level than most of the kids in my class. my teacher isn't very interesting (or nice), but it's too late to drop the class for something else. there are so many classes at Central that I'll never have the chance to take. today they passed out the Program of Study for next year, but I didn't get one. there is no next year! I applied to RV the other day, to get it out of the way. now I have to wait to get the packet in the mail, take my placement tests, meet with a counselor, and pick my classes for the fall semester. I'm excited for that. I am. I like high school, but I'm really sick of all the people in it. I like learning, but I need to mature academically. this afternoon I took a nap, and I had a dream where I was hiding from Brad Pitt, because he was sent to kill me. I was at the Johnson Road house, and it was very comforting. I also realized that I always dream in color. okay, time for bed.