sugar, sugar, sugar!!!!!

Goblin King, O, Goblin King… what a weird dream! Have I ever shown you photos of UMassDartmouth? It was designed by architect Paul Rudolph, and has been described by many as resembling a “space jail” or some such. Check this out. That’s pretty much all I used to do between classes back in the day: play hackey sack. I don’t have any haiku-philosophizing friends named Josh, though. (I’m not gonna call you “monkey boy” I’m a call you ‘Josh'” tee hee)

Posted by sparkle j @ 12/04/2003 05:56 PM EST

I had the craziest dream about you last night! I was dropped off at the college because I had time to kill (what college this was still remains unknown) so I decided to get a hot cup of tea from the campus cafe. Well, I was standing in line, and this girl cut in line to stand right in front of me! I told her, you know, “excuse me, can’t cut in front of me.” She’d just looked at me, smiled this evil snobby smile and continued to stay in line. Oh! I was so mad! We were on the verge of fighting when it was my turn to order. So I gave them my order, and this woman took me down along the counter and asked me what organization I was in because I didn’t look familiar. She has this whole list of school programs and I told her, “um, I’m not in a program.” “Well,” she said in an evil snobby voice,” …after 6, we only serve to people in school organizations.” And I looked at the clock and it was ONE freaking minute after six. I was really upset and embarrassed, and I left to find a vending machine somewhere. I was on the verge of tears when I saw you playing hacky sack with a group of your friends. Your hair was buzzed, you were wearing dark 80’s like cop sunglasses along with a tight black tank top. You were like,”Hey! What’s up?” you were really happy and cheery and I was really glad to see you. I tried telling you what happened, but I was interrupted by the fact that it was time for your class. You and your friends invited me to come to class with you and tag along, I said “Sure”. These buildings were really weird, dark and ugly. Like a crappy apartment built with lame 50’s architecture in a dirty city. The class you were taking was some sort of paper making/construction paper art thing. It was really cool construction paper. I sat next to one of your friends. He was a really hot guy that looked like he came straight out of Seattle in 1992, only his hair was clean and not too long. I think his name was Josh. You guys were showing me your construction paper masterpieces and we were all joking around and laughing. We were too loud and the teacher got pissed and kicked us all out. I started to feel really bad. Josh started showing me this photo album of home made paper and it was really mesmerizing and calming. While he was flipping through the book he was talking to me and telling this type of philosophy, in which he presented in haiku form. I can’t remember what it is he said, but it made me feel better. So we were walking again outside and I wanted some vending machine food, so I went into some building, and I realized that I didn’t have my bag. I left it in the classroom. So I tried to go back, but I couldn’t find the building. They all looked the same! I wondered around for a really long time. I saw the Brooklyn Bridge, then wondered onto some apartment complex. The End.

Posted by Goblin King @ 11/30/2003 01:36 PM EST

Of course. Well, it was a few days ago. Damn Limozeen people.

Posted by Goblin King @ 11/27/2003 08:52 PM EST

thanks for the tips, MO!

Goblin King, O, Goblin King… the url doesn’t work. And I have an email for you that I’ve been writing for well over a month… yeah, I’m not so up to date with my email. However, I have been trying to look some stuff up for you. It’s been so long, you might have forgotten what you asked me about. tee hee. I’ll see you in a month, anyway… woo hoo! (you’re going to be in town, right?)

Posted by sparkle j @ 11/27/2003 10:40 AM EST

hey Joelle..thanx for the birthday wish.

Also, if you buy a nail file (the metals ones) they will last alot longer then the emory boards and I like to use for cleaning, too.

Posted by gigglesmo3 @ 11/26/2003 09:32 AM EST

it’s not a matter of “fat” or “skinny” it’s a matter of how I feel… and I can’t afford to buy new pants.

It’s a matter of breathing heavy at the top of the stairs in my house because all I do all day is sit on my bum. I may not look it, but I feel out of shape… meaning that my heart and lungs have trouble doing normal stuff like moving my body around.

You only see me in party situations where I’m so excited to see everyone and be around someone else besides myself and Jesse that I can’t sit still.

You don’t see me at home being depressed because all I do is sit around. You don’t see me feeling shitty because I’ve fallen into a funk and I know that the best way for me to feel un-funked is to move around and get my endorphins to kick in.

I’m a person of inertia. And if I feel terrible sitting still and being a lump, then I’m going to keep sitting still and feeling like a lump.

It’s not a “fat” or “skinny” thing, it’s a matter of feeling icky or not. After I posted that message above, I exercised. I looked exactly the same, but I felt a million times better.

I still can’t fit into my pants, though, and that pisses me off.

Perhaps I should re-word what I said. Perhaps I shouldn’t have used the poundage or “weight” word, because that obviously had implications I wasn’t intending. I will emphasize the point I was trying to make. I’m broke. If my pants don’t fit me, I have to go pantless. I need to find a job. And no place that I would want to work is going to hire me if I’m pantless.

so there. piss off.

Posted by sparklej @ 11/19/2003 02:37 PM EST