hiiiiiiiiii
i am so tired
like
tired enough to not be seeing entirely straight
i hate waking up
i like my new place a lot but that room is DARK
which definitely doesn't help with the whole waking up thing
oh man
i just stared into space for awhile
for the length of a go sailor song
this is going to be a long day
i'm supposed to have practice tonight
i had practice last night but it was weird
for some reason i just felt kind of detached from it
i think i'm still so excited about the new place that it's a little distracting
like, i can't really focus on something because i know my room is really close by
and there's a COUCH in there
and i could just be sitting down
last night after the day went by i listened to brainbombs really loud in my room
it was cool
mikey came in and sewed patches on his jacket
then showed me some weird robot war video game that he's into
gotta admit it was fun
um
there's other things i could probably talk about but maybe i don't want to get into them right now
the weekend is coming up
i'd like to get hangers
finish unpacking
record
eat a whole cheesecake
learn to fly
not like, fly a plane
learn how to fly
i used to have these dreams where i could fly if i just focused on it just right
i had to get a little "zen" about it
"zen"
but if i focused just right
(and usually i'd have to start in the fetal position)
i would just start to levitate
and then i could slowly start to fly
then i would just fly around the campus of the middle school i went to
i remember the air was cold and it was always early in the morning
the campus looked very blue in the early mornings
usually more so in winter
you'd see it in the ground even
oh!
the ground was fun
it was just dirt
but it would sometimes dry up in these clumps
is clumps a word?
doesn't come up in spell check so i guess so
either a word or an ex-president
the honorable thomas j clumps now presides
but you could pluck these thomas j clumps from the ground
maybe a bit like peeling skin from an orange?
except i can peel an orange in ONE PEEL
YES I AM BRAGGING
SUCKA
we would have wars with the dirt clumps
even if you found a really big one it didn't really hurt when it hit you
it would just explode and get you really dirty
man dirt wars were totally fun
usually though every war ended with someone either throwing a rock
or throwing a dirt clump with a rock in it
which again didn't really hurt so much
but was definitely "an act of aggression"
and a sure way to start a fist fight
i used to fight SO MUCH when i was a kid
it's funny now because i'm fairly docile at this stage in my life
but i was a mean mutha back then
oh the salad days
good things people good things
let's make good things happen please
too tired to do this right now
gonna get a bagel
entertain yourselves
this has been the dave update
Thursday, June 2, 2011
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