Danny Who (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} danwho) wrote,@ 2003-09-24 20:42:00 |
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i apologize in advance, u fickle lazy fools
maybe its the half a bottle of DayQuil i swilled, mom i'm exaggerating, (no im not), but even with my nose running to my chin and a chest full of flem im incredibly euphoric..ive spent the past two and lets say .67repeating bar days in a bit of a haze... to the naked eye, i have seemed constantly high to many, like neuman and hayden, who i saw at the trombone recital...but its just this giddy, slit eyes, dribbling on myself sweatpants wearing cloud of rediculosity.
Do you remember, back when i told you about my trip to nawlin's, of course you do, cuz i never shut up about it, well there's so much to it and it relates to everything so im sorry but its a good way to tie my life together...so listen, one night drunk on bourbon street, there was this guy, who pointed to my shoes and said, "i bet you ten dollars i can guess where you got your shoes at" i was wearing my three strap velcro pumas.. drunk and thinking that this guy would never guess that i bought them online from the Puma store, and had them shipped from Denmark, i told him i couldnt bet him because he'd lose and then might not believe me and want to fight about it...
so i avoided the bet, i told him he could guess for 'attaboys' and i'd tell him the right answer when he was wrong but i wouldnt put money on it...well today smitty gave me some hilarious news...he read in Maxim, a selection of quotes about Nawlins': "if a homeless guy comes up and bets you 10 bucks that he can guess where you shoes are, don't take the bet. he'll say on yo' feet." all this time later and this situation just got funnier.
the sky is so beautiful, its this flawless blue, theres nothing else like it, when i think of my favorite color, i said green as a youngin', but have been calling on blue as my color of choice for the past few years, but when i say i like blue, i dont mean blue, i mean the sky...night sky, day sky, winter sky, summer sky, i love it so much, im sorry, this is kind of like what i used to write about last year in my livejournal...
last year when i was spending my time staying up for days to see as many consecutive sunrises and sunsets over the mountains as possible without sleeping, and i would walk around having my eyes play tricks on me after being deprived of sleep for unhealthy increments of time...and i would write about the beauty of the world and quote lines from songs like John Mayer's 3x5....but do i really want to get into that right now? do u want to read about that? is that healthy, the transcendant states of bliss being complimented by the sense of impending doom and overwhelming regret, but i had just cause for such bipolar reactions, i wasn't sleeping, my body was reeling, i was failing out of school and all the while being surrounded by beauty.
enough of this, as marc grossman would say, Jibba Jabba, lets get down to brass tacks, what does that mean, who deals with brass tacks?, like thats the base?, thats the end all, be all, brass tacks? im sorry im incoherent, not everyone can be ryan perry, but thank god he can, we need more content filled, continuously updated ubersites like his. what is uber? german for super? i think so...
last nite because of music class regulations, me and smitty went to a trombone recital, trombones really arent that much fun to listen to, except when he put the plunger in it and it was muffled and barely audible that was nice...he was accompanied by a pianist, who was delightful, and in one song, by his wife with a french horn...however i thought it was funny that on the program it just said Horn, i wonder if that has anything to do with Freedom Fries or Toast, or maybe its acceptible to call a french horn simply a horn, but when i saw just horn on the program i was curious what type of horn...could be confusing to some peo-...me
anyway the trombone concert ended with a video presentation of clips of animals in the wild, that went along with the trombone music he was playing...The best part was when two giraffes were fighting...i have never seen girraffes fight or thought about how they would, but they stand next to each other and swing their necks and heads like maces at the other one, striking it with fury in the body...i thought this video presentation odd, because the cute animals made people laugh during the recital, and if you've ever seen that pez dispenser episode of seinfeld, you know that laughter during a recital is very off putting to the performer
maybe its the half a bottle of DayQuil i swilled, mom i'm exaggerating, (no im not), but even with my nose running to my chin and a chest full of flem im incredibly euphoric..ive spent the past two and lets say .67repeating bar days in a bit of a haze... to the naked eye, i have seemed constantly high to many, like neuman and hayden, who i saw at the trombone recital...but its just this giddy, slit eyes, dribbling on myself sweatpants wearing cloud of rediculosity.Do you remember, back when i told you about my trip to nawlin's, of course you do, cuz i never shut up about it, well there's so much to it and it relates to everything so im sorry but its a good way to tie my life together...so listen, one night drunk on bourbon street, there was this guy, who pointed to my shoes and said, "i bet you ten dollars i can guess where you got your shoes at" i was wearing my three strap velcro pumas.. drunk and thinking that this guy would never guess that i bought them online from the Puma store, and had them shipped from Denmark, i told him i couldnt bet him because he'd lose and then might not believe me and want to fight about it...
so i avoided the bet, i told him he could guess for 'attaboys' and i'd tell him the right answer when he was wrong but i wouldnt put money on it...well today smitty gave me some hilarious news...he read in Maxim, a selection of quotes about Nawlins': "if a homeless guy comes up and bets you 10 bucks that he can guess where you shoes are, don't take the bet. he'll say on yo' feet." all this time later and this situation just got funnier.
the sky is so beautiful, its this flawless blue, theres nothing else like it, when i think of my favorite color, i said green as a youngin', but have been calling on blue as my color of choice for the past few years, but when i say i like blue, i dont mean blue, i mean the sky...night sky, day sky, winter sky, summer sky, i love it so much, im sorry, this is kind of like what i used to write about last year in my livejournal...
last year when i was spending my time staying up for days to see as many consecutive sunrises and sunsets over the mountains as possible without sleeping, and i would walk around having my eyes play tricks on me after being deprived of sleep for unhealthy increments of time...and i would write about the beauty of the world and quote lines from songs like John Mayer's 3x5....but do i really want to get into that right now? do u want to read about that? is that healthy, the transcendant states of bliss being complimented by the sense of impending doom and overwhelming regret, but i had just cause for such bipolar reactions, i wasn't sleeping, my body was reeling, i was failing out of school and all the while being surrounded by beauty.
enough of this, as marc grossman would say, Jibba Jabba, lets get down to brass tacks, what does that mean, who deals with brass tacks?, like thats the base?, thats the end all, be all, brass tacks? im sorry im incoherent, not everyone can be ryan perry, but thank god he can, we need more content filled, continuously updated ubersites like his. what is uber? german for super? i think so...
last nite because of music class regulations, me and smitty went to a trombone recital, trombones really arent that much fun to listen to, except when he put the plunger in it and it was muffled and barely audible that was nice...he was accompanied by a pianist, who was delightful, and in one song, by his wife with a french horn...however i thought it was funny that on the program it just said Horn, i wonder if that has anything to do with Freedom Fries or Toast, or maybe its acceptible to call a french horn simply a horn, but when i saw just horn on the program i was curious what type of horn...could be confusing to some peo-...meanyway the trombone concert ended with a video presentation of clips of animals in the wild, that went along with the trombone music he was playing...The best part was when two giraffes were fighting...i have never seen girraffes fight or thought about how they would, but they stand next to each other and swing their necks and heads like maces at the other one, striking it with fury in the body...i thought this video presentation odd, because the cute animals made people laugh during the recital, and if you've ever seen that pez dispenser episode of seinfeld, you know that laughter during a recital is very off putting to the performer
