Friday, October 29, 2004
His life moved in a series of splitting blurs hinging from one hangover to the next.
That sentence popped into my head and I thought it was a nice sentence so I wrote it down.
Other things that I think are nice:
eating icecream, listening to the Beatles album Abbey road from the track Golden Slumbers on, and dodging pedestrians on my bike, not at the same time though, can't say that I've tried that. The last four tracks of Abbey road are my favorite last four tracks of any album.
Things I don't think are nice:
Diesel fumes from busses, John Edwards closing the vice presidential debate with the fact that Mary Chaney is a lesbian, and going to linguistics hungover. Those three things have also never occured at the same time, thank God. Though, I did try hungover linguistics by itself today, and found that despite the fact that it sounds incredibly promising the night before as far as fun things to do go; it is in fact, not the sort of thing that I like.
Linguistics could be an interesting class. It's just that I've just found that I don't really care how languages work, just as long as they do. It's not really something that is likely to break down for me anytime soon. Automatic transmissions, those are likely to break. Intro to the inner-workings-of automatic-transmissions-istics 114. which meets Monday Wednesday and Friday at 9:30 in room 314 on the third floor of Marvin Hall would be something that I can see myself being more likely to attend if it existed because of its relevence to problems that could occur in my own life *insert gasp for air* and I like to write really long sentences with nonsensical endings, abubabaaa, ba baa?, goodbye.
That sentence popped into my head and I thought it was a nice sentence so I wrote it down.
Other things that I think are nice:
eating icecream, listening to the Beatles album Abbey road from the track Golden Slumbers on, and dodging pedestrians on my bike, not at the same time though, can't say that I've tried that. The last four tracks of Abbey road are my favorite last four tracks of any album.
Things I don't think are nice:
Diesel fumes from busses, John Edwards closing the vice presidential debate with the fact that Mary Chaney is a lesbian, and going to linguistics hungover. Those three things have also never occured at the same time, thank God. Though, I did try hungover linguistics by itself today, and found that despite the fact that it sounds incredibly promising the night before as far as fun things to do go; it is in fact, not the sort of thing that I like.
Linguistics could be an interesting class. It's just that I've just found that I don't really care how languages work, just as long as they do. It's not really something that is likely to break down for me anytime soon. Automatic transmissions, those are likely to break. Intro to the inner-workings-of automatic-transmissions-istics 114. which meets Monday Wednesday and Friday at 9:30 in room 314 on the third floor of Marvin Hall would be something that I can see myself being more likely to attend if it existed because of its relevence to problems that could occur in my own life *insert gasp for air* and I like to write really long sentences with nonsensical endings, abubabaaa, ba baa?, goodbye.
