imagine my surprise

i think that i have been late to everything that i have gone to this week and im not sure why. i mean- i know why, but i dont know why all those things happen. like my alarm clock wakes me up--do you know what a serious accomplishment that is?!?!!?-- but ill fall back asleep on accident. or ill go to take a shower but someone will be in the bathroom so i have to wait. and then by the time that they are done i dont have really enough time anymore, but i still really want to take a shower and i wont have another chance for 13 hours, so i do. or i go to something and that runs late, so im late to the next thing. so the goal for next week is to be relatively on time for places.
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at one oclock in the morning i had some mac and cheese and peas. apparently this dish is representative of my existence. the working theory is that if i were a food, i would be mac and cheese and peas in a bowl and eaten with a spoon --not a fork, of course.--
and i dont know why exactly this is the case, because i think that the internet quiz i took about this a longish time ago said i was a blueberry muffin, which is appropriate, because i like those and i make them sometimes. and i like mac and cheese and peas too and i make them sometimes, but it seems different.
what makes a person qualified to make an internet quiz, exactly? and how do we know that they are accurate? i want to know.
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i need to remember what is really productive.
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[imagine my surprise when i found we've made it through another day]
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i recently learned what the phrase 24-19 meant. and what terminal degrees are and how they work. and how interstates and highways are. and all kinds of other stuff. i think thats what college is for maybe.
but i do not know this: do bumper stickers come off? what if i wanted a bumpersticker for about 2 months? what then?
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went to a poetry reading. i dont think im going to curse in my poetry, despite the pleas of everyone. [the poetry guy had a really profane poem, but, all things considered it was the best cussing poem ever.] everyone wants me to cuss or something all the time all of the sudden, but i wont. they said i did once, but i really didnt. promise cross my heart. [sorry to disappoint, of course, but it really cant be helped. i mean, cussing really only works if one can curse properly. and i am relatively certain that i can not curse properly, therefore i ought not to try. cause if i did try, i would fail. and i probably do enough of that already.]


Posted 9/17/2004 10:38 AM