I can't remember much. Somehow acquired the attention span of a squirrel and the IQ of a goldfish. I've been confusing thursdays and mondays so I'd be skipping showers for three days and not realized it.
I'm living the life of a true bum. except i have a place to live. and friends that feed me from time to time. I guess a "true hamster" would be the better description. My day usually consists of waking up, eating, tv-ing, reading, web-surfing "stumbling" if you will, and repeat until it hits midnight and i get the special treatment of "human interaction" till further notice. aka beer pong upstairs
My days have been way more productive while looking feverishly for a job in baltimore. Call me picky for not choosing to work for another customer service job, but i had absolutely no luck in finding a job. I didn't even know that was possible. Call me picky for not choosing to walk 5000 miles (although my closest friends do this on almost daily basis) eh. i don't know. i've failed. i messed up real bad. so now i'm going home. but to what? comforting family and friends, a room that won't stink (this is another story), no beer pong for weeks straight, people who refuses to pay money for my art work. i've never felt guiltier. i feel like i've been living way too comfortably and i feel extremely spoiled and naive for thinking that my grand summer plan in baltimore would've worked out. well it didn't so here i go, back to miami. back to my room with the balcony for my smoking pleasures and thieving of neighbors wifi.
i can't wait for letterpress to start in two weeks
So here's another story
I found it while packing
lynley loves the nautilus diner in timonium and so do we
we as in me, kristy, madeline.
the four of us went and enjoyed a nice midnight snack and left
during the car ride back, we decided to smoke while lynley's going at 100000mph.
it was really scary to ash my cig out the window
when it was time to just toss it it flew right back in
except none of us really noticed. until the smell happened
we were so sure that the carpet was burning i saw the flame at the corner of my eyes.
i was about to kill all of us
luckily we were near the campus
when we unloaded ourselves outta the car
we saw that the flame actually burnt this piece of photo envelope
"it smells like camp fire"
"do you guys smell that?"
"OH MY GOD THE CAR SEAT'S ON FIRE OH WAIT! IT'S THE RUG! SHIT SHIT I'M SORRY I'M SORRY"
call me the fire gal
it was funny but too serious to actually laugh. i almost killed 4 people. maybe not that dramatic but still...
