I needed to read for the aforementioned thesis and class tonight, but what did I do instead? Shopped for vintage music t-shirts online. I have a Bob Dylan and The Who earmarked. I want them. They're sexy.
Got my hair cut today, and upon leaving the shop I found out exactly how many ways one can weave the word "cunt" into a sentence. The hair is cute enough, whatever, but it's NOT what I ordered. Way too short, way more layered, and quite enough to piss me off. It is still stripey, and for that I thank the chlorine gods for not completely fucking it up.
Tomorrow is the first day of the second summer session at the junior college. A girl I went to high school with is registered for the class I'm teaching. That should be nice and weird. If you're reading this and went to high school with me, feel free to e-mail me to find out who the hell I'm talkin' about.
I've been unable to sleep and aimlessly wandering around my bedroom wearing my green heels of love. Why? I say why not! I've also been playing loudish music and bouncing around, flipping my too-short hair, and singing (I've been bopping/flipping to The Fray, Duncan Sheik, Beth Orton, Annie Lennox, Pat Benatar, et al).
I have a vision of myself walking into my first class as a teacher of freshman composition at the university in a pair of black capris, a Who t-shirt, and a black pin-stripe jacket. And acid green heels. With a new nose stud. You'd feel lucky to have a teacher like that, yes? At least I'm not (probably not) gonna wear the heart pendant with the nails through it. Yet.
I would like to be doing a little kissin' right now. I have someone in mind, but he's in his late 40's and a television STAR.
It's probably creepy that I adore him as much as I do, but I throw creepiness to the wind. Hugh Laurie is beautiful. OK, so what truly pushed me over the edge into this full-on lust for sex above the neck was a simply ravishing kissing scene in this week's repeat. *whoagod* I haven't posted a pic of him in quite a while. I'm due.
JEFF, if you're reading this, e-mail me. *unrelated to the above Hugh Laurie horniness*
Listening: "Girl from the North Country"...Johnny Cash w/Bob Dylan...trying to wind down.
And I'm onboard with this Heidegger business. I've never read him but I absolutely--positively even--use hyphens too much and I make up words all the time (assininymity!).
What 20th Century Theorist are you?
You are Martin Heidegger! Your reputation is stained a bit by the fact that you were a member of the Nazi party, but your groundbreaking Being and Time is still read by a whole lot of people. You overuse the hyphen, and make up a lot of words. You died in 1976.
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