netflix

feel shitty all the time it's night and everyone is shutting down but my body sayyyys

it wants to sleep but the process of falling asleep brings anxieties

they are fireworks inside the ribs, hot and wet like white molten light

melting organs quietly

trying to replace sleep with artificial light

someone used to tell me i should be angry and finally i am and it is disgusting; input to my ears, input to my eyes, it feels disgusting. input to my brain feels disgusting. lorem ipsum

continuing

i rented mr. lonely the day michael jackson died (unintentional)

i went to portland, it was nice. nice. nice. a man named paul

cooked swedish breakfast at a place called broder. he makes æbleskiver . i ate some.

listening to sigur ros and sigur ros only. tempted to buy "in a frozen sea" ...

just bought it.

thinking about birthday party coming up.

july 5th baby

gatoraid

movies watched in past week:
grave of the fireflies
he loves me he loves me not
the little prince

pain i have experianced this past week:

-summet mountain. hike a lot. sort of draining. fun though.
-get braces. not too bad. i get compliments on them. even from strangers. very unexpected.
-get food poisoning, my body expelled liquids, head throbbed, eyes hardly worked, my insides were inflamed and my muscles burned and ached from 6pm to 5 am.

in the past 24 hours i have consumed only gatoraid.

and i get my septum pierced tomorrow
school is out however. this is good. but being sick has made me feel depressed and lately have low self-esteem. i am distracting myself from having feelings about what has happened in april as much as possible. focusing on materialistic things is the best remedy. i don't know how i feel about it all. i guess that was the point.

some things can't be fixed.

hello

i will depart tuesday for eight days, during which i will be carrying a backpack through the wilderness. this summer i am going to make shirts. will you buy one? i am hoping they will turn out cool. any suggestions for the design? black lines on white only. 

if you are in the city of bellingham i will make cookies and maybe you can have one.

i often think about what might happen if i posted an extensive post on craigslist; "looking for some sort of companion (regardless of gender, platonic or not)" and list out my interests & the music i like and movies i've loved and so on. i wonder if anyone thinks about doing the same thing. maybe they'd be like me. maybe they'd see it while contemplating posting one similar and then we would hang out and sit around and eat food and watch movies and draw things and drink hard cider that i'd make in the fall and we'd stare at the snow falling and that is all

• why does my sandwich smell like weed
• why am i eating the leftovers of a sandwich that made me vomit two days ago
• why is james joyce good at writing
• why did robin pecknold delete his twitter
• was he being harrased
• my family goes to bed early
• kaki king is nice to listen to when i am the only one awake
• when did women decide to start shaving their legs
• why do i only have three days of school left and just received many projects to start
• why did i eat that sandwich. i feel sick already
• i need to keep tangible notebooks around
• my notebook is falling apart
• i stole this notebook

sascrotch

hello. i just got back from sasquatch. a music festival. i saw many people perform. and many chrome bags and feather tattoos and peircings and people passing out at animal collective from being on too much acid. eugene hutz is still a sexy man.

explosions in the sky was my favorite. it was at dusk and there was warm breeze and it was very nice.

i didn't spend any money other than buying the ticket. i also took no shower. the two guys i was with waited for hours each morning to take showers.

also i had a gummo moment at 11 pm ish when i was sitting on an metal box on dried grass, in the middle of the campsite with a chicken wire fence and orange light behind me. wearing boxers , suspenders, beat up boots and a fur earflap hat . and i thought "i feel like i look odd" and then a man passed me and said "hello." and i said hi and he said "hi" and waved then said "you look nice, sitting there" and i thanked him and chuckled to myself. and then two vally girls walked by with wide eyes and one said to the-other :

"woah.... like, can you take a picture of this.....person..?"

"ha. confused with my gender. " i thought.

"can we?"

"yes"

"make sure you get that creepy ass fence in there...we're not trying to make fun of you. we think your hat is rad"

"ha-ha"

they showed me the photo. i think i looked deranged. i was a little drunk so i couldn't really tell. the way they looked at me made me feel like a genderless animal child. this could be good.

possibly photos on flickr soon, depending on whether or not i ruined my film. yeah. all i have to do now is read the rest of james joyce's portrait of the artist as a young man, read 10 articles on neurotheology and write an essay on it and hike for eight days and school is over.

does your egg glow at night too?

wooden sporks..a boy from abilene texas sent my school a letter saying that his name was matt rogers, and he didn't want to be writing a letter but had to, and would like many letters in return for a school contest. i had no idea if there was a prompt and sent a pretty sweet return letter. i even mentioned the strange but pleasing use of replacing questionmarks with periods.

just got back from hiking 14 miles in chuckanuts. glad to be on my bed.  

possibly converted theo to freeganism instead of veganism.

i will be at sasquatch. all three days. on my best behavior in my sunday clothes. will anyone else be there. 

my middle name is better than my first. 

during the day i feel like an egg, observing and feeling things from the external world. but at night my egg has a larger perimeter around it , like a glowing egg. the glow is like an extra awarness of my being's transience

happy skin

got back from sucia island. feel shiney and brown like a roasted piglet. in other words my skin feels healthy and sun soaked.  

i bought a loofah on a stick and mushrooms and greenbeans from "free"meyers.  headed over to WWU and drank kombucha while sitting in the rain reading siddhartha. peed in a portypotty and felt comforted by the sound of the rain on the plastic roof. was amused and doubted i'd ever feel comforted in a portypotty ever again.

i saw the shins play. it was nice. they ended with the song i really loved in eight grade, "those to come", one i listened to when i started to feel "real" 

(and "confused" and "sad" and "alive")

and then it started to flash flood and people were sprinting around downtown seeking shelter. 

"i can get drunk for two dollars"

i like unnecessary preliminary knowledge.

i am too lazy to describe the context of that thought

yesterday was one of the few days where i marveled at everything in bellingham

it seemed very scenic and pleasant and john feodorov gave a presentation which was good

me and lindsay biked to walgreens to get film developed. eric (employee) said there had been an increase in birthing - photos and he had to look away a lot when processing photos

the night had very nostalgic characteristics; dark turquoise summer sky and small city lights,

i could feel the cold sea air, riding bikes in this top left corner of america. really home, for once.

downtown there was a classy man playing the accordion with a very-unsober man playing the harmonica. we stood on a corner with them for a while.

also joining us was the black man who carries a huge ghetto radio on his shoulder.

this anecdote does the situation 2% justice.

some hobos invited us to sit with them on dirty steps and they told us stories and a girl with rotted front teeth was blown away with how beautiful I was and kept telling me about it.

recalling later is hazy; feeling really shitty about the usual and good about being drunk on a porch.

a day

today I didn't go to school. It was nice. I sat in my bed with my ukulele.

then I left home at three and was sitting on the bus listening to transatlantique,

reading the end of Demian (interesting book) and smiling as the bus headed past the graveyard, dusty sunlight and distant northwest bay and all.

I felt if I died soon then there should be a final photo taken of me at the moment because I felt alright with everything.

does this make sense

increased..something

Today I bought a blue ukulele.  

I used to have a high vocabulary. And I know I know more appropriate words for things but can never remember them. I feel stupid. 

This week I have done nothing at school and will continue to do nothing. Trying to find productive things to do at school. Can do anything I want at school because no one cares lately. Can't think of things I could do at school. I've heard being drunk at school is horrible. I'll just read and listen to Okkervil River. 

I find a way to incorperate my bland displeasure with my recent life in every assignment at school. 

Hearing old Electric President/Radical Face brings me the most severe nostalgia, possible. I did not know this was possible.

When are peaches in season? 

Still need to go to a college party soon because it may be theraputic. Especially if I find a bespectacled anndrodynous human to talk to and then have some form of drunken physical contact with.

Maybe this will make my life worse because it won't satisfy me.