2002-05-05 - 12:58 AM
Listen, Toots
Listen:
I just got home - mucho exhausted. I just came from Christine's house - a very impromptu dance practice for the upcoming SJV cultural awareness night. Yeah, so this is two years in a row I'm doing something in it - have I ever attended SJV as a student? Hell, no. I tell ya - the things I do for friends (or attention, take your pick). The drive home from Freehold/Marlboro, was of course, dangerous and scary. The darkness of "South Central" Jersey, haha.
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Interesting how you can start writing an entry, with every intent on making a lengthy and informative input, but then you get sidetracked with a barrage of IMs, answering e-mails, or taking quizzes - that in the end, you don't even have the energy to write a lengthy and informative input anymore, and you just wanna sleep. It also helps that it's two in the morning and I'm physically drained. But it's just odd-bally that I had so much I wanted to say at first, felt so much that I wanted to convey, and just had so many things to get off my chest. And now, they've vanished and faded away like jeans and repetitive laundry washes. Well, maybe not so much the feelings inside that I've been meaning to vent, but just the motivation to actually vent it out. Without a will, there IS no way.
I'm discussing models for my sketches - recruiting people who're willing to model. Kirsten seems ecstatic to pose, which is awesome. And what's strange, is how much I take this whole art thing seriously now (or again, rather). I mean, growing up with all that stuph, I took it all seriously to a point. But now, it's different. I'm not all perverse and immature when a girl decides to pose unclothed or something. It's crazy. I never would've thought I'd get to that point of maturity. But heh, things change, they mature. I mean, I still get aroused like a muh'fuh' but, hey, I'm a man. So sue me. But I'm not biting my nails and squirming in the darkness of the corner, chanting "Oh, baby". I've matured. Go me.
This just in: The new fascinating trend to spread like germination is...quiz-making. Test your friends' knowledge of yourself - put them to the limit. See who loves you and who doesn't. Give people guilt-trips. It's the most excitement to hit this coast since the spring air.
Things to go over next entry:
Slam-dancing and moshing at Rutgersfest, insecurity, animosity towards certain people, plans of my future, and all general feelings to be expressed.
I'm shivering right now - chilled up and down my whole body, with goosebumps plaguing my skin and creating a rough terrain. It's cold - I'm in a wife-beater. I should go upstairs and tuck myself in for the night. Yeah, that's exactly what I should do. And my rambling is becoming your utter waste of time. What a trade off. Okay - so without further adue, delay, or hesitance - I am off like a pretty pink prom dress and I am out like a beer belly. So until next time, time will pass. In conclusion, you have onclusio. Ta ta, world. I fare thee well.
