So clearly, daily posts are not a thing anymore.

But that's just fine. I'm going to be prepping for grad school, so I'm officially released from my artistic obligations. Doesn't mean I won't still jot something down here now and again. Or more accurately, transcribe notes from my phone.

Gems such as:

- Russian roulette Mexican stand-off
- Electrical outlets: places in Barstow where you can buy power at pre-retail prices
- Eclectical outlets: power from various kinds of sources
- Electical outlets: democratically-decided sources of power

1: "So, uh, here's a new development. Yeah, I'm uh... I wouldn't say 'doing', but 'participating' in porn..."
2: "You're what!?"
1: "-ography! You didn't let me finish!"


Wasn't that all worth the wait? :D

Time to get boring

1 lb. of sound could take a mile quite a while.

Old-timey band name: The Racial Slurs

Salad mix brand name: Salad Ruckus

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Boom! How was that for boring?

Almost forgot!

Been all a-buzz lateley. So here's something I mis-overheard earlier:

NWACP

H'oh, fuuuuuuuck!

I got into motherfucking grad school!

Unless I'm mistaken and got accepted into Brad school. Or unless I'm mistaken and got incepted into grad school. Or unless I'm Ms. Taken and got accepted into grad school. Because then my name is wrong on all the paperwork.

Spent lots of time sort of crying and laughing today. Part of me is glad that the 5-ish years that I've spent working towards this finally paid off. Another part of me feels like I got away with something. Like, scammed this out of life. It's my more cynical side that feels like this is a victory against life.

There is a tremendous amount of work ahead of me. And it's so goddamn refreshing because it feels constructive again.

I like my class

...but I also like the class I attend every Tuesday LOL.

It would be frustrating to have a bathroom in your residence like some public bathrooms. I'm specifically thinking of the sinks that have the big buttons you press, but turn off almost as soon as you let go, so that you can't actually rub your hands together under the water. And I guess if strangers were using it, that would be bad too.

In my class, there's an extra-credit assignment that involves watching the movie One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest. I listened to the person behind me explain it to the person next to her. It was a two-person game of "telephone" that had very faulty reception in the three feet between them. The last thing I heard was from the inquisitive one, trying to verify the name of the film:

"One Went Over the Cookie Nest?"

And then we watched a movie about people jumping off the Golden Gate Bridge, but this post should have ended at the last part.

Today, I got heat exhaustion

Which doesn't explain why I posted nothing yesterday (but I'm hoping to draw attention away from that, so shhh).

Okay, these can just have titles now.

Here's a couple of violent scenarios I came up with earlier today, and I decided they count for this project. They're just about some dude.

1. I hope he cuts his own dick off. Like, gets a breadknife and saws it off. He's scared and confused as he does it, doesn't know why he can't stop himself, and just cuts it off.

2. Cutting his belly open and playing telephone booth with his body. Like, that game where people see how many people they can fit in a telephone booth. But just me and his body. And I just try to climb in, feet first, shoes on. It'd be impossible to do but just to see how far I could get.

Both of these, and others, were much funnier in the context of the conversation. So this is more of a textual shrine to what it once was.