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All I have to say is.... "I don't wanna I don't wanna get outta bed today!"
But here I am typing because the phone rang and the puppy barked like mad.
And I was really not going to go to class.
I am not sure, but it starts in about a half an hour.
I don't want to go!
But I should...
"Burritos" runs through my head.

 
So what I originally meant to post was that I have no civic pride. But I forgot all about it.

Schwarma. Funny word for a fucked up burrito. MMmm the goodness. Reminds me of Topel and my brother calling me from UAE for like 2 bucks a minute. Made me feel special. It might be time for a nap *(why am I a daysleeper?) oh shit i have rehearsal tonight....aaaaaaah.

gotta go

 
So who is in this new indie rock experience? I should send you out some cds from my "band" even though we just jam every week (and no, not in jam band style...)

I passed out at 1am. I knew that beer instead of coffee was a bad idea.

Newsflash! I found someone else who says "melk," at least when he sings...Eric's from Florida, so you try to figure out the connection.

Now for a marathon day.
Word up to Chris Hunt!

 
Today was just kinda bla. I tried to get my roomate to skip class with me to do not very much, but was unsuccessful. What has the world come to when even I can't get my roommate to skip class with me?! Of course, then I had to attend class, in which we vaguely discussed an article that I hadn't read...which wasn't a problem, because we just talked about Hume mostly. I used to have such issues with him -- his irrational use of the semicolon is enough to drive anyone mad. But enough of how he writes a majorly runon sentence and tries to use commas and semicolons to justify it to himself --- as it spans the page, it is one sentence, and a pain in the ass to try to read and pin down. Nowadays, Hume and I are on better terms, however. God I am a philosophy dork.

So at work today I might have asked my boss out (?) Well, first off, he isn't really my boss, but he definitely has a higher position than I do...but I don't work for him directly or indirectly, so I see no conflict of interest. Either way, I was talking to him about this luncheonshoppe that is all oldschool style - he said he went there today and had a hot fudge sundae, and I told him that we had to go for icecream sodas sometime...he said yea, he'd like to show me the place. So I am not so sure that I asked him out and not so sure he accepted. We joke around a lot, so whatever. I am not going to worry about it. He's only 25, so it isn't a bad scene.

The rest of the evening consists in me reading more Nietzsche (who is surprised by this one) and maybe some Kierkegaard commentary / this essay by T.S. Eliot that I want to use in conjunction with Schiller in order to analyze aesthetics. Boo ya.

 
morning becomes electric

Media: Neutral Milk Hotel and the Pixies
Mood: Wishing I was in bed, but ready to talk about Nietzsche
Weather: Gray and kinda New York

I had this cracked out dream last night about how I was in NYC and was buying this badass pair of cowboy boots (open toed mind you) for five bucks. Insanity.

"When power grows gracious and descends into the visible: I call such descending beauty" - FN, Thus Spoke Zarathustra

 
So welcome to the wild world of blogging. Somehow I find tons of things to say when I am reading Flynn's blog. Maybe I am just the type who provides sarcastic side commentary. I would like to think that there is more to me than that however, so here I am starting to blog blog blog away. So here goes.

Today pouring rain in Nashville / I worked at the bookstore / everyone else in my department quit because my boss sucks / so now she's super nice to me / took a nap (which was sweet) / listened to The Church and Mia Doi Todd / got paid to have a meeting about Kierkegaard (yea, I didn't clock out) in which we kinda sorta discussed how we wanted Lachs to be in charge rather than D. Wood. Word.

More to come....