life is good

this is old. really old. i have a job now and the wheelbarrow thing worked itself out beautifully.

quitting’s been quite nice. it’s a better idea when you have another job lined up after perhaps… i’m jobless and a little bit homeless. right now i’m living in the residence hall, b/c i got extended housing, but approximately 2 other ppl are here. 2. it’s not scary though. and T’s here.

i woke up and there was a giant wheelbarrow outside my door. shortly after seeing this, i realized that T and i decided to ‘borrow’ a wheelbarrow last night. some things are just necessary. i wheeled the evidence down the hall, but since i’m the only one in this huge building of 1000 rooms, they miiight suspect that it was me… 

i’ve been really sick lately. but a weird kind of sick - i don’tunderstand it. my throat hurts and i can’t really breathe. or swallow. E took me to get the right kind of medications, but they were all sold out except for this thing made circa 1974. i bought it and took one, and then read the warnings. turns out if you have more than one every 4 hours it becomes a laxative. not gonna risk it.

i am in love with bob dylan.
so i realized today that i’m signed up for 2 hours of weight training, followed by 2.5 hours of ‘ancient cities’, followed by 3.5 hours of chinese, everyday, all day, all summer. righteous.

(1 week earlier:) my roomate’s fast asleep right now. she sleeps a perfect 8 hours each night. wakes up early. runs everyday. manages her time. and works. and saves the world. and does everything so perfectly. i might have to send my kids to private school.

 i’m gonna go do some laying w/ mr dylan, b/c i don’t really sleep actually. but i can lay. like nobody’s business…