I've had cathartic haircut.
I'm going to college.
I have my camera back.
this is a good, good start.
-H

so, yesterday. Definately taking pictures in the rain--definately slipped, fell on my arse and buggered my camera to peices. Metaphorical (metaphysical?) peices, thank hippo--but still, its buggered. The nice camera-fixing people said they'd get back to me in about a week or so, but they also predicted fixing it will cost more then the retail price of the camera itself. either way, I'm not going to be able to afford it. oh hurray.

in other news, my phone is also completely farkokht (daily dose of yiddish provided by...), I'm having nightmares about The World/Inferno Frienship Society (please, Semra, don't be angry) and I'm madly behind on my homework (...yep. I got nothing).
signs from God much? I think so.

granglesnarglewoof.

-h

gather 'round kidlets, 'tis story time! I felt the need to share this with you--the following poem was written and directed by Sam of Hotness Escalator (myspace it if you really want to know):

You Gonna Be?
I'm gonna be a star!
(too cliche.)
What?
(too cliche. try something else.)
I'm gonna be a planet!
(too dull.)
I'm gonna be a moon!
(suggests nudity. too offensive.)
I'm gonna be a galaxy!
(suggest obesity. too fat.)
I'm gonna be a black hole!
(suggests nudity, obesity, and racial ignorance. too reality tv.)
I'm gonna be the sun!
(too pretentious. Try that first one again.)
Star?
(yeah, star.)
I'm gonna be a star!
(hmm... needs something.)
I'm gonna be a gold star!
(too juvinile.)
I'm gonna be a starfish!
(too acquatic.)
I'm gonna be a supernova!
(too suicidal.)
I'm gonna be a nova!
(not suicidal enough.)
I'm gonna be a star!
(perfect.)

and scene. love, love, love.
and tonight: Hamlet and salsa. more love, love love.
love!

Dear God,
word of the week: ALIGNMENT. make it happen?
- Harker
--

As I am leaving the room after registering for Lydia's applied linguistics class:
"Thank you very much, Madame."
"Un moment, si vous plait, mademoiselle--vous parlez Français, un peu, oui?"
"Je suis désolé; je ne comprehends pas, mon Français est terrible."

and my accent was PERFECT. Comment dites-vous 'Huge Tool' en Français?

--
I cannot name this
I cannot explain this
and I really don't want to
Just call me 'shameless'

Dear God -
oh. fuck. fucking fucking fuck. God? fuck.
- Harker
--

today was surreal, and not in a happy good way.

between college and school and the show and the planet rotating...woke up strange and things just spiraled down from there. I'm feeling caught and abandoned in this bizzarre place where I'm not awake or asleep or comfortable in my skin, just antsy and ready to be done and (you, you you you you motherFUCKER next time warn me?!) in control again.

I want to be on Vashon.

I'm to tired for this shit. I can tell, Ani DiFranco is speaking to my soul. This only happens in times of dire, dire need.

it will all be okay. it will, it will, it will.

(you you you. its always you, and today I was completely thrown. no more sneak attacks. lets be us again. you, me, us; please?)

--
touch me, all silent
and tell me--please--all is forgiven?
cosume my wine; consume my mind
I'll tell you how, where I go...