da kraziest sekuritie kamz

it goes without saying that Yelle is mighty popular around our household.let us pray.

at this time I want to subtly suggest that jeffrey (who, through the creation of a spinoff blog, now has access to our password) make an unsolicited guest post here. of course now that i have written this it would be solicited. make a solicited blogpost. let’s sell guest spots on this show! jeff yours is free

Anyway happy thanksgiving if you celebrate it. If you don’t, why not? why noooooot? toooooom. nice hair toooooom jeez toooom

Stoopid. Well I made three separate purchases at two different Forever 21s today.

shut up I do what I want. you’ve shopped at heritage (I’m not talking to you nick I’m talking to the haters)

I am sitting here at Noodles and Company and approximately seven feet to my left is a very very attractive man.

it does nothing for me.

anyway, I am ready for weekend time because it means I get to work on Lubitsch and I’m coming around to the point where I actually want to do it (has something, probably, to do with the fact that I can effortlessly earn eight hundred dollars within the next month because I have reported so few hours of research thus far.)

as weird and counterintuitive as it is I think that for local music (as it caters to my taste) it works like this:

Montreal>St.Louis>Minneapolis>Brooklyn=Lawrence, KS

for something less disjointed from all the major themes of this blog (progression: weed…summer….sarah palin…woyzeck….NOW!) I want to mention the serious (really serious) theatre that is taking place. this is probably the most artistically inspired I have been in a very long. there were moments of gold in woyzeck and moments of gold this summer but right now, everything glitters.

getting back off track, I am listening to Santogold for the very very first time right now. and it’s goooood

EDIT: I just realized she’s from Brooklyn. maybe I’ll re-examine my local music theory when I have more time

This is going to be a long entry.

I am broken, brother!

friday night fate brought jeff and I together to figure things out. we discovered truth. though we are not scientists, and though we are uneducated we have pinpointed the undeniable facts of life and formulated them into something true. or rather, our theory is probably not the absolute truth, but a lens through which the concious should strive to view the world. it provides comfort and explination. it is also apparently stageable and jeff plans on putting this shit on in big ways. dont most people have this sort of college dream which never materializes? i dont think most people are as crazy as we are, though. i think we might actually do it. the thing that is.

“i’ve heard about people doing this before, jeff. i know how history treats them.”

school is so unimportant to me.

yesterday i had a manventure. rewind!

Yesterday, after a few hours of sleep, I protested hate with a few thousand downtown. It wasn’t very well covered but a start I suppose. I think the concept of radical gays is fascinating and part of me wants to investigate it, though the whole process of identifying one as such undermines my philosophy on being gay in the first place. That is, though I may not successfully practice what I preach, one should only live not strive to differentiate.

ANYWAYSSS

Manventure.

Matt Jeff Wyatt and I are all men who went to see a manly movie and break the law and eat meat and accidentally watch porn. it was pretty great, though I think I got all talky again. the youtube blackhole sucked us in for a good hour or two. later on (when we were eating meat) tom and jasmine did that thing where they show up. wyatt and i jumped on the chance to drive back to LOTR and thats where I slept again. on Wyatt’s couch for the second time in three days. Well technically the other couch this time.

I feel as though maybe perhaps if I had persued it I might have been able to sleep in a bed but I chose sleep instead of the game. I’m so tired of the game. I wish I didn’t have to play it.

MORE SOON! THIS ENTRY IS A SKELETON OF A BODY WHICH I INTEND TO CREATE

Here is more: (10:35 on Monday morning)

Jeffery is genius. We shall have meetings. And find out if we are crazy. WAHOOO!!! I’m so fucking excited. I think this work is really exciting. It seems like the kind of thing that will eventually have a wikipedia page and a Today show interview. Maybe even Oprah, let’s dream big. One day they will say… didn’t you invent this? and I will say we all did! and the audience will be heart warmed. Shannon and Brent and Maggie oh my! These are great minds, folks. We will have a paragraph in history books! a vocab word in AP US history. Well. okay at the very least your child’s college professor will have heard of us.

I’m kind of serious. I think this is really possibly revolutionary?

Today isn’t sucking as much as I thought it would. I got an A for effort in Kingsley’s class while everyone else was unprepared. Now I have some magically unexpected time to scramble up on Italian before class. I plan on perhaps playing the game instead of going to GEOG.　Ｃｏｎｓｉｄｅｒｉｎｇ　ｔｈｅ　ｆａｃｔ　ｔｈａｔ　Ｉ　ｃａｎ＇ｔ　ｓｅｅｍ　ｔｏ　ｓｔｏｐ　Ｉ　ｍｉｇｈｔ　ａｓ　ｗｅｌｌ　ｃｏｎｔｉｎｕｅ　ｌｏｃｋ　ｓｔｅｐ　ｆａｃｅ　ｆｉｒｓｔ　ｉｎｔｏ　ｔｈｅ　Ｂａｃｈｅｌｏｒ　Ｍａｃｈｉｎｅ．

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    ike I spoke a different dialect of English. A more simple version. I don’t understand what the Bachelor Machine is. The best I can figure it has something to do with Cosmo sex tips and is inherently detrimental. Speaking of inherent, it seems to be all about escaping conscious construction and reverting back to the natural state. Way to think across the curriculum, Nicholas! I’m liking this cult thing a lot.

Nicholas and I are here in the basement of Wilson library waiting on what seems like multiple things and is really only one: Jeffrey Shockley. Callbacks for Night Train? Yeah they were good I feel. Just can’t stress enough how good Dominic Taylor’s hair looks. What a man!

Well whatever, I have to get off this computer, it’s public and the tip tap of the keys is making the lady at the desk uncomfortable. Maybe she thinks I’m a spy. Maybe I am a spy. I think I would know though.

Plus Flinkster knows his stuff oh yes.

BUM CITY: My Night Train callback is essentially exactement when the Prop 8 protest is. Gay rights vs. mainstage. Don’t call me a sellout Ellen!

And it’s a moving protest (a “march” they say) and it’ll be gone by the time I get back! Oh no oh no. I did one of those when Focus on the Family came to STL to do what was essentially promised (to all these poor kids parents) to be a massive straightification. and the human drama there was better than any Dominic Taylor show or even dare I say it A Bright Room Called Day. Well actually if I were being called back for a Tony Kushner show I wouldn’t feel so guilty now would I.

wise wordz, wize words.

I register tomorrow. I might be a part time student? No we all know me that won’t happen. But seriously… terror town, walker, and only a few others. maybe a biology? what’s easy folks????

I am ready to hibernate in every sense of the word. If Felicia and Chuck hadn’t sat me down today I might have even taken a semester off. But thad be silly. I love school. Being stressed is fun. I’m not joking.

David Gordon, though you don’t seem to know who he is, is in fact, a big deal. I am assured of this by Carl. Bob doesn’t want me in his class untill I take Physical Approaches. Too much Kym??? Damn I wish I were on the Megan Koester track in this department.

We Won’t Pay is shaping up, also ruining my life. Actually I ammend that statement. We Won’t Pay is my anti-drug. It is also my anti-sleep and possibly my anti-sex.

I got closure today on the whole Michael Andersen/Barranco debacle. Apparently he randomly moved to Wisconsin without telling anyone. Whatthefuckkkk why am I so attracted to emotionally fucked men?

Speaking on which, I suppose I am meant to wait or the cycle to renew itself. How long will it take this time?

I have a couple of nasty habits. One is wearing clothes to disintegration. Another is smoking. The third is my whole internet addiction. It really must be labled as such. I spend probably 5 hours on the internet a day checking the same 5 sites over and over. It’s disgusting and I see no end in sight.

Marchin on Saturday? Me too.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/David_Gordon_(dance)

the winter’s love is drying me out and I have no choice but to artificially replace whatever makes my lips soft in the summer. I try to use things other than chapstick but sometimes the stick does the trick

let me make one thing explicitly clear

I       have never been in love. probably

I don’t know if that’s important or relevant

get double no I mean triple a batteries

Our way of life has hardly changed since the stock market crashed, where is all the money coming from? If I threw a nickel on wall street nary a second would pass before it was in a pocket. It’s not really this bleak of course but the fact of the matter is that when the pawn hits the conflicts there’s nothing saving us aside from the outdated inventions of FDR (I mean daylight savings time too FDR!)

fuck I am trying to say something important here but I’m not sure what it is. It’s something like this:

At a time when everything should be flying off the handle including the handlebars themselves, a bountiful supply of wonder and appreciation keeps my steering steady.