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starfrosting) wrote2006-02-06 09:07 pm
starfrosting) wrote2006-02-06 09:07 pm
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50 Euro round-trip to Paris? Yes, please.
So first I get to see Ren for a week, and then I get to fly off to Paris for 5 days? My G-d. A boy could get used to this.
But then, there is always Kant talking about aesthetics to bring me back down.
I'm really in a good place right now, various fears and apprehensions aside, and I hope you all are too.
ps- one of my housemates is pissed at me for reasons she has not yet disclosed; it's really straining and I wish she would just approach me about it. i hate sullenness, especially paired with the cold shoulder as it so often is, especially from someone I actually like. 'Meh,' as Digs would say.
So first I get to see Ren for a week, and then I get to fly off to Paris for 5 days? My G-d. A boy could get used to this.
But then, there is always Kant talking about aesthetics to bring me back down.
I'm really in a good place right now, various fears and apprehensions aside, and I hope you all are too.
ps- one of my housemates is pissed at me for reasons she has not yet disclosed; it's really straining and I wish she would just approach me about it. i hate sullenness, especially paired with the cold shoulder as it so often is, especially from someone I actually like. 'Meh,' as Digs would say.
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i was a prefrosh at the time, but i get it now.
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I mean, even if she has it against you, whatever conflict might ensue will just roll right offa yur back, provided that yur own rhetoric is impeccably taut.
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I forgot all the carnie stuff. I want stories sometime.
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there are a lot of f*ed-up people who show up at these carnivals & fairs: if you work at the games then it's your job ta MAKE THEM give you their money. all of it. lots of people have faults in the form of their very own humiliation, or pride, or whatever else pathological coping mechanisms you can easily teach yourself to sniff out. it isn't about "rigging the game" or "lying" or anything else dirty like that --- a true professional simply reads people's personalities and uses psychological rhetoric to back off of their gambling habit. whenever someone inquired me about "what the odds are in this game" I told them straight that their odds really suck, but despite that I still learned how to make money there.
and one time I was smokin a bowl in broad daylight on my front step (it was a long drawn-out setup and we were kickin back a lot and pretty bored) and some pizza man walks up to us to distribute some coupons for a pizza bar somewhere a couple miles up the freeway and I'm just sittin there tokin up on this wierd antique-looking wooden pipe. and I didn't care so I just took one of the coupons he offered me and the pizza man mostly grinned because he seemed like he was the one who was embarassed . . .
one night I was working alone in the goldfish pong-tossing game and it was kind of slow cos it was drizzling . . . and some young couple just walked up to me and offered me their plate of deluxe onion things and I was like "sweet!" but I wanted to finish a few chores so I set them aside. then some other kid came thru and wanted to play and then he wanted to be choosy about which goldfish he won and then wham! he knocked the onion things right into the fishes! he said he didn't mean to but I sensed that it was deliberate. and he took off like a bat. so then I had to engage in the long-long task of netting all those fish into a fresh bucket, then dumping and rinsing their regular habitat, then filling up their habitat, then netting the fish from the bucket back into the habitat. and all the onion things were destroyed too, either on the ground or in the fish water . . .
I was experiencing some insomnia one night and at sunrise a bunch of my "associates" were hanging out drinkin beer and talking talking in nothing but gibberish words. it was really hilarious but no one laughed. we all just stood around for well over an hour speaking these intense conversations in nothing but gibberish words . . .
and at certain points I heard a few allusions about some guy who used to be with them all but he died only a couple of years ago cos he shot up too much. a lot of those people accepted me so quickly as a new friend, and a few even started to call me "toast" . . . and then I heard that this person mike's name was also toast and a few people even told me straight out that I reminded them of someone who passed away. and mike's lover angela even flirted with me sometimes. so that's kind of creepy. but I know I'm really nothing like him in so many different ways. besides, I earned a better name "red" by the time I left.
there are many more stories about that but it's straining to remember them. I have this habit now of leaving a lot of memories right where they originated . . . like whenever I come home from michigan I don't remember anything about it except that it's pretty ugly . . .
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You know Chiolita, if you write me a letter I will write back...*grin!*
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