September 21st, 2002
|01:04 pm - written last night. i always forget to hit post for some reason|
operation: nap is a success. the only part of my dream that i remember is that i was napping in a bathtub and everyone made fun of my hair when i got up.
parents are admiring my room setup, with the bed on the closet and so forth. i don't know whose parents they were tho. they just walked by, poked their heads in, started talking about how great it is, and left. heh
so i left fencing early tonight to go with people to see the mentalists performing. they put on a damn good show, i was impressed. but i think i was teh only one there who didnt believe. people were astounded. dude, it's a SHOW. they do tricks. if she could really read people like that, there's a lot better things for her to be doing than put on cheap shows at colleges. i dunno, man. it doesnt do any harm, per se, to believe in that. but they bought their book, full of exciting tips to develop your esp powers. and ya know, if it doesnt work, that's effort that coudlve been better used. (not that i dont plan to borrow the book. i'm curious).
it's not that i dont believe a lot of stupid shit myself, so i dont hold it against people. but come on, they're performers! jess even outright said she believed it, but she doesnt want to think too much about it because it probably doesnt make sense. what the hell is that? you KNOW it isnt true, but you want to believe so you just dont think about it? willful fucking ignorance, my god. is life not interesting enough by itself? i think it is
state: god i love this song
np: Toadies - Rubberneck - 06 - Away
|Date:||September 21st, 2002 08:56 pm (UTC)|| |
Bed on the closet?
I don't understand how people can believe in that shit. Tracy's a firm believer in horoscopes and tarot cards and ghosts and things like that. I don't get it. We pretty much avoid talking about it just to keep the stress levels down because we always end up on opposite sides.
yes. i tipped my closet on its side and put the bed on top of it. more floorspace, more space to put stuff on. good times. but the bed is high up and would not do well to shaking, should i be having company. but i never do so it's ok.
it's not a in-the-wall closet like hte fancy dorms get, it's a shitty bureau thing with no drawers. like a closet that is just sitting there taking up space.
i used to believe int aht shit. i believed in EVERYTHING. i did. and now i dont believe in anything. i dont know when i was better off, really