Intense Gross Out

wow i just looked at a friend's album on facebook and she posted pictures of her dead fiance. he was laying in a coffin, with the suit and the deadness and the hands crossed etc. it was one of the most disturbing things i've ever seen, because you could look and actually tell he was dead. it wasn't like one of those peaceful sleeps where you can tell they are in a better place or what not. no no, this dude was definitely lifeless. in a sort of "gone from this earth" way. i can't remember ever having seen a body where i knew the person's soul had left it. so creepy. why would anyone take pictures of a dead person they love and then POST them for people to see?? maybe the tombstone, maybe the flowers, but not the body itself. please.

i'm actually IN a class right now. go figure. instead of working on the homework i looked up more information on the velvet underground, because they are so much cooler than i'll ever be. Nico is my sullen angel. if i could dress cool, it'd be like her. or maybe iggy, but that would require me to not wear shirts most of the time and i don't know if i could pull that off.

this blogster is being a bitch so i can't upload images. piss.

i realized today how awesome it is to have this little bloggy thing to write in occasionally. sometimes i just get into moods where i want to write, i want to write, i want to write, and here i am, writing. it's so satisfying to get exactly what you want sometimes. like, when you're craving a texture in your mouth. not a taste, but a feeling, like the burning bubbliness of soda, or the gritty cold of firecracker popsicles. and then you find 65 cents laying around the room or you realize, to your amazement, that a single popsicle survived the latest rampage on the freezer, and is waiting for you to enjoy it. AND it's super cold. ahh. so delicious.

my favorite word today would have to be concoction. i think it is an amazing word, because i can say it and emphasize the "COCK" in the middle and no one will think i'm a perv. i actually used it this morning, but i used it wrong. no one caught it though. that's what drives my suspicion that no one is actually ever listening to what i say.

the bitch running my program tonight bailed on me. i think that it might cause me some problems down the road. being an RA is so so so so so much more than i had ever planned on.

i'm so excited because i'm going to be watching "mala noche" very soon. i have been putting it off until an appropriate time, when i can sit and watch it and think about it rather than thinking about my bme homework and how i'm going to be getting a late grade on it.

too much talking. class is changing anyway. maybe i'll write again later. maybe.