mr. green (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} mistergreen) wrote,@ 2003-07-23 11:44:00 |
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reviving ophelia
bored. bored. bored. last night I went right to bed, because I had no cable, no motivation, no movies. I practiced rapping for a little then passed out. In two hours I woke up, ready to be up all night like I read about Robert Rodriguez doing in this week's Time. I went to Yacht Club for some dinner, delicious. downloaded q-bert onto my phone. impossible. then I sprint throught the rain to the star bar where it was funk night. right awway I hit the photobooth, despite it being the locale of the first kiss of the last girlfriend, I love photo booths far too much to pass them up. bad omen: the pictures developed close to totally black. I tossed them. the dj was going but the floor was empty surrounded by girls who desperately wanted to fill it, not yet drunk. I danced a little, ran home to meet up with matt, who just got out of modest mouse (not my cup of tea.) he hung out and drank while I shook my tailfeather somethin rotten. he wanted to go after about thirty minutes. I wanted to stay, but it was a sausage party and the girls that were on the floor slobbered all over their boyfriends and danced horribly. sometimes what a woman thinks is sexy can be completely horrible. but it white hot funk night, where frat guys bring their dates to get them all filled up funk (it loosens the morals, y'see.) there were a few cute ones, I closed in on. but nothing, I'm pulled out breathing heavy into the rain which feels all batman baptismal. He dropped me off and I force myself to go to bed. i'm glad I went out. I should've gone alone. better than dragging a wingman that doesn't wantt o dance and has no one to talk to. (insert girl here) one last thing... the dream I had during my two hour after work nap involved me being cast as hamlet with anjelina jolie as ophelia. the dream was about hanging out reheasing lines. At one point I peer around a corner to watch her sleep and I only see her back, the burgundy colored sheet hanging off her hip. nothing really good happened but I'll be damned if nothing really horrible happened. best dream ever. xomc
bored. bored. bored. last night I went right to bed, because I had no cable, no motivation, no movies. I practiced rapping for a little then passed out. In two hours I woke up, ready to be up all night like I read about Robert Rodriguez doing in this week's Time. I went to Yacht Club for some dinner, delicious. downloaded q-bert onto my phone. impossible. then I sprint throught the rain to the star bar where it was funk night. right awway I hit the photobooth, despite it being the locale of the first kiss of the last girlfriend, I love photo booths far too much to pass them up. bad omen: the pictures developed close to totally black. I tossed them. the dj was going but the floor was empty surrounded by girls who desperately wanted to fill it, not yet drunk. I danced a little, ran home to meet up with matt, who just got out of modest mouse (not my cup of tea.) he hung out and drank while I shook my tailfeather somethin rotten. he wanted to go after about thirty minutes. I wanted to stay, but it was a sausage party and the girls that were on the floor slobbered all over their boyfriends and danced horribly. sometimes what a woman thinks is sexy can be completely horrible. but it white hot funk night, where frat guys bring their dates to get them all filled up funk (it loosens the morals, y'see.) there were a few cute ones, I closed in on. but nothing, I'm pulled out breathing heavy into the rain which feels all batman baptismal. He dropped me off and I force myself to go to bed. i'm glad I went out. I should've gone alone. better than dragging a wingman that doesn't wantt o dance and has no one to talk to. (insert girl here) one last thing... the dream I had during my two hour after work nap involved me being cast as hamlet with anjelina jolie as ophelia. the dream was about hanging out reheasing lines. At one point I peer around a corner to watch her sleep and I only see her back, the burgundy colored sheet hanging off her hip. nothing really good happened but I'll be damned if nothing really horrible happened. best dream ever. xomc
