jay-b (![[info]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} jaclyn_sparrow) wrote,@ 2008-05-12 23:30:00 |
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i'm losing my mind in the best of ways
i graduate from mackaw-ledge in like 36 hours.
things have come full circle, i think. in terms of like hilarity.
here are updates, a list, of life and its terms and terminologies, and terminations, and not termites.
hmmm
i am currently employed by four [4] dudes ie companies. one [1] of them expires upon throwing Cap in air, as it is workstudy. one [1] i am quitting in like a day. one [1] calls for my to buy new and expensive-looking cloth pieces. one [1] is full-time, with benefits and 401 [four oh one] things and a gym membership and my very own headset.
oooh
maybe some plays might go up around here written by me or i might get that spot at the soho thing or my talks with those artistic guys might go well and maybe people will read my work and pay me. maybe i might have an audition or two that are pretty sweet or maybe might me my own one won woman women show starring me might become more than just one monologue. also maybe i will start making music and sing at a pub hopefully owned by joe meaning mjoseph papp but you know that probably won't happen for another year or three.
ahhh
i don't like dates and i don't want to go on any. i am infatuated by about 37 [thirty seven] people, and i am in love i think with one [1] of them. how i know is i ran into him on the street in the rain and he was wet and smoking a cigarette and i held my umbrella over us both and neither of us could stop smiling, and we talked about unimportant things and just stared at each other and smiled, and then he decided he had to go (in the flashiest of flashes, his mind is made up about things) and he kissed my cheek and strolled away. and then when i got to where i was going (a meeting of minds), i spoked with the clarity and eloquence of someone much older than i usually am in theory.
another way how i know is that i told him one [1] time a year ago that i loved him, and in response he said only
"thank you."
which angered me for a time,
but now, now, i am free to stare at him and smile, and he knows, and so he stares back, and smiles, because he knows, and why should people hide things from others? now, we can talk about anything, because what is there to talk about that is any more important than that? and why would i want to go on dates with thirty seven [37] people, or this one [1] person, because what is more worthwhile than knowledge? he knows, enough.
i graduate from mackaw-ledge in like 36 hours.
things have come full circle, i think. in terms of like hilarity.
here are updates, a list, of life and its terms and terminologies, and terminations, and not termites.
hmmm
i am currently employed by four [4] dudes ie companies. one [1] of them expires upon throwing Cap in air, as it is workstudy. one [1] i am quitting in like a day. one [1] calls for my to buy new and expensive-looking cloth pieces. one [1] is full-time, with benefits and 401 [four oh one] things and a gym membership and my very own headset.
oooh
maybe some plays might go up around here written by me or i might get that spot at the soho thing or my talks with those artistic guys might go well and maybe people will read my work and pay me. maybe i might have an audition or two that are pretty sweet or maybe might me my own one won woman women show starring me might become more than just one monologue. also maybe i will start making music and sing at a pub hopefully owned by joe meaning mjoseph papp but you know that probably won't happen for another year or three.
ahhh
i don't like dates and i don't want to go on any. i am infatuated by about 37 [thirty seven] people, and i am in love i think with one [1] of them. how i know is i ran into him on the street in the rain and he was wet and smoking a cigarette and i held my umbrella over us both and neither of us could stop smiling, and we talked about unimportant things and just stared at each other and smiled, and then he decided he had to go (in the flashiest of flashes, his mind is made up about things) and he kissed my cheek and strolled away. and then when i got to where i was going (a meeting of minds), i spoked with the clarity and eloquence of someone much older than i usually am in theory.
another way how i know is that i told him one [1] time a year ago that i loved him, and in response he said only
"thank you."
which angered me for a time,
but now, now, i am free to stare at him and smile, and he knows, and so he stares back, and smiles, because he knows, and why should people hide things from others? now, we can talk about anything, because what is there to talk about that is any more important than that? and why would i want to go on dates with thirty seven [37] people, or this one [1] person, because what is more worthwhile than knowledge? he knows, enough.
