[19 november RADIOHEAD - PLEASE TOUR SOME MORE. 1998]
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well, ladies & gentlemen, hell has officially frozen over. i'm out of bed by 10:30, a sight to see according to erin, who wanted to take a picture of me with the clock. everyone's a critic. i have yet to shower, but seeing as i'm busying myself with the task of writing a new journal, i will get inspired to do something else which will take away from the current project. ah, yes. a shower does sound nice after all. back in a few, unless i find myself back in bed. heh.
question to ponder while i'm gone: is it so wrong to wear the same jeans for a week? discuss.
flicker & i'm back. so i'm sitting here, with a towel wrapped around my shoulders, wet hair, trying to remember all of the things i was thinking in the shower. i swear, the moment i walk away from a piece of paper, BOOM - Great American Novel. damn it all.
okay, right there. i just put clothes on, no less, & started, finished & Completely Forgot an entire story in that short span of time (oh, by the way, i'm refusing to do laundry. i mean, we're going back home in what.. four days? please. i don't need clean clothes. besides, i think quarters are pretty -- why waste them on laundry?)
so i've been reading sites lately, & i must say, some of them kick some serious ass. but man, others.. they're just plain damn scary. SPEAKING OF SCARY A CAN JUST FELL OFF OUR WALL & scared the bejesus out of me. hah. you don't know that story, do you? erin, in an attempt to Never take the recycling down to the basement, stuck all of our cans up on the wall around our mirror. she didn't wash them out first though, which my mum clearly pointed out to me was probably the beginning of a cockroach christmas. how .. nice. i think i'm going to have to dispose of these cans before we leave. sheesh.
"this is a brand new song that nobody's heard before." oh, Really? i feel bad for freaking justin out last night.. i think i did. "this is morbid [or did he say morose?]." er. yes.
who in fuck "cleans" at 11:30 in the morning? wait. i guess normal people might. oh. damn it. there goes my normal people defense.
