just another manic...

originally posted Monday, December 11, 2006

monday at the miracle library. been here since 10 in the am. bored bored bored. and i know that my breath smells bad, but i don't have any gum. i hate that. like when you realize your armpits smell and there's nothing you can do about it but hope that people don't notice. that's why i try to carry deoderant with me at all times. just in case anyone wanted to know. i'm your deoderant hook up, as long as you're cool with baby powder "flavor."

i have an actual class in half an hour. it's my beginner level english drama class. i have no idea how these young folks are going to pull off an english only play. i think today we get to work on stage directions. which should be interesting, as i'm pretty sure they have no idea what the play is even about. nor have they understood any commands i've given them since the class began. therein will lie the miracle that is the miracle library, i suppose.
i would give some sort of lengthy weekend recap, but there's really no point, as once again it involved me being drunk a lot. i didn't even really do anything too stupid worth mentioning. i ate shabu shabu with erica and wore a slutty shirt out to the bar to show off my large tattoo. but i felt weird about it. just drawing attention to myself in general. shouldn't have, but i did. i guess having a large tattoo in the first place draws attention, so i think i'm contradicting myself.

i did a lot of reading and was a consumer as well. i bought a large, ugly coat and some boots for tibet. some funny taxi rides home and the drunk harassment of a cab driver.

random: i don't like feeling foolish or embarassed. just had to throw that out there. i don't feel either of these things currently, but there were some times over the past couple of days when i did. for stupid reasons.