Last week of classes. I'm very tired, though I'm not doing much work.
I'm in the middle of a 4 hour break between classes. The thing is, is that I don't have to go to the class after the break, meaning I'm killing four hours to go do something I don't have to do, while I could be at home re-writing poems, slinging coffee and laughing at my own sororiety of the mind. The joint female venture of subconscious, and sub-subconscious. That's where I go when I'm residing. And in the end, there is no such thing as race, or gender. Female is just as male as male is just as gooshy as gooshy is a mooshy Belluci. Right? Agreed? Think I'm "one of those?" Well -- yer wrong!
The promise of free beer -- diclosure! That's why I'm waiting. Although the promise was made via someone else, meaning there probably won't be any free beer, but the prof for my German Cinema class, a fine cat by any standards, even German, is rumoured to buy beer.
A prof got me drunk last semester. He kept on buying more and more pitchers of frothy goodness while no else drank. I kept myself with the heavy lifting, ended up rambling -- they made me, ME, district manager -- of VICTORIA! HAHAHAHAH!
The prof had written some good poetry -- namely about delivering whiskey, missing the ferry, then having to buy the same whiskey at jacked up prices.
See, see?!
So that's where I'm at -- in a computer lab with hi-end hum of the humdrum computers filtering odd-tonals into the ear, waiting for beer, as always, in the crux of the afternoon.
Had two shows this weekend. They both went off very well. Especially S3mi-L0uise. Raised a few hundred for tour. I want to play more shows. That band is more than ready.
Posted by matty-b at April 4, 2005 3:20 PM