weekend bats

this weekend is going to make me crazy. it's jesse's birthday today and we celebrated at midnight. i passed out all extra ass early, as i did the night before after band practice. i think i have narcolepsy and need to start doing uppers. well, i guess beer isn't narcolepsy. i drank a lot last night. i woke up this morning hoping to eat some leftover mexican food, and surprise, it's not there, and this band from lawrence who i actually really dislike is staying at my house again because other people who are staying at my house invited them to join in and also stay at my house. i want these assholes out so my old band, a much better and cooler bunch of people can stay on my couches. this shit is too convoluted. it worries me that i've passed out so early lately. i'm going to the studio where samothrace is recording today to hang out, get stoned, maybe see if i can play drums on a track for the LP. i'm going to kill whoever ate my sopa. oh man this kind of shit sure gets my head out of books and back into real life.

nausea

ive been in the library for three hours. derrida is making me feel sick. i just want to write some stories. theory is all well and good but it must be transformed into an art of beauty instead of a washing away of hope and unhope. stories. i like stories and books and paintings and movies. i miss zizek. let's talk soooooooon willie