Oh man. I'm a softie for mainstream, but please, Kings of Leon aren't just any mainstream radio band. I personally think they have a great talent. I love that old dirty Southern Rock. So I guess now I'm moving from crushing on Irish lads to Southern dirrrtty boys. (Not girls, I like em delicate). Yum.
Well haannyywayyss, I got my lip pierced! YAY! I LOVE IT. It's fucking beautiful. I'll upload a photo when I'm more conscious. Um, it's 2 am and I've finished so much work! But I still have so much to do. Fucking A. I might stay up a bit longer. If I do more now, I'll get to go to bed earlier tomorrow because I have a presentation due Tuesday on Chile and neoliberalism. Shit, fuck America on that event in history. I watched that movie, Missing, today, about how an American freelance writer fucking DISAPPEARED during the coup d'etat and only ended up being DEAD. Such a sad movie. Fuck capitalism. Everyone's like YAY FREE MARKET AND SHIZ, and yes I love my consumer goods, but sometimes it scares the shit out of me how may people I'm screwing over for my shoes, for my cereal, for anything. Even my veggies. Is there a way out? Um, I'll try to find an answer for that when I graduate because I really don't have the brain power nor time nor money to do something now. I will be a bit lazy now. Shhh.
My family almost disowned me for the lip piercing. Eh, it's ok. We talked it through. I don't even feel like typing what went down because it was so pointless. It was hurtful and I was ridiculed all over the place with roundabout arguments but ugh. W/e. They're family. That's blood. Me and mom definitely became closer. In like 5 minutes. It was rough.
Then I went to Candyland on Saturday. OH GOODIE. It was so much fun. I got crunk with my loves Libby, Em and Sarah and it was just lovely. Everyone was shocked I could move my butt. Every 5 minutes I was grindin' up on someone's dick or pussayyy. What can I say, I'm hot shiz. Haha, I did encounter some male 'grenades'...got out of that situation fast! LOL. Ugh, I love dancing dirty. I was going to go to the UMASS EDMC event, but I think not. I have a lot to get through, and I'm already going out on Tuesday to meet with one of the people I'm going to be interviewing for my thesis. Bonding and shit, ya know. I'm excited :). Even though Libby is coming to babysit me. Oh, yay. Sheeesh. Hah jk, love that mami.
I don't know. I'm stressing over NOTHING. I got my girls, my work and my drankkk. I don't play games homes. Well, not as of late. I would reach out, but ehh. I'm done doing that for now. You can let me know you're ready. PS, I'm so ready for break and for sleep and for just wylin' out. I just don't think I have anyone in the Pioneer Valley/ Western MA to get down with. Um fuck highschool? hahah. I'm fucking 21 and I'm still antagonizing over HIGHSCHOOL. WTF IS WRONG WITH ME!?!? Someday, I will be able to say I truly got over highschool haha. Someday when I'm out of this state, maybe even country.
OMG. i want to cuddle so bad right now :(. I want a cuddle buddy, no physical nada required. I just want to share body warmth snuggling! That's all I want, fo real. Don't kiss me because, 1., I just got my lip pierced and 2., I'm afraid of the herp! hahah. Oh, dating is going to be so hard. I am not going to be able to hook up with anyone unless I know their medical history! Imagine that, butt naked and I'm asking the other person for their STI results!?! LOL. Ughhh I'm delirious right now. I had a FUCKING SODA and was able to get through so much work and yet cannot bring my heart beat down.Oh meng.
Anyways, I'm leaving you with some wise words from Aesop Rock. Yum.
Gotta go clean my lip and moufff. NIGHT! <3 xoxo
95ers ANTHEM
Shit... Vanessa, what time is it? aw, fuck ... Labor.
Zoom in to the fuming of an aggravated breed
Via the study of post-adolesent agitated seeds
Half the patients wasted self pride at Commencement
So I focus on the urban Oxygen samples, the hot that made it breathe
They sold Pompeii impression, waste infections
And twelve steps to lesson
Cretins swiftly tippy toe on hard to swallow, barter concepts
The give-it get-it, never let it self pass the word, eyeing stubborness
Martyrs talks money causes in a harvesting Spartacus
And someone, I've thrown long Hail Mary bombs
Toward cookie-cutter Mother Natures bedazzled synthetic fabrics
Life treats the peasants like
They tried to fuck his woman while he slept inside
Well they're merely chasing perfectionist emblems
When the clock strikes nine
I'll be waking with the best of routine caffiene team players
For the cycle of it
Under a dusted angel heartstring Big Brother is watching
My odometer like buzzard to fallen elk, talking stealth
We got babies, rubber stamps, and briefcase parts
We on some door-to-door now
Order ten dollars or more, we'll shove it down your throat for free
I'll sacrifice my inborn tendencies
For copper pennies for one commanding "Gimme that"
So we can retain baby fat
Make the biter snake bedlam
Holocaust freak, heckle shiesty brain headroom shaped planet
Make a move, pause, make a move break cannon
Bent barrel one eight zero, you'll turn, squeeze, ending
It's on like it's never been
It's bleeding well
It's bigger than a breadbox
It can roast my leaky finance
I'll take my seat atop the Brooklyn Bridge
With a Coke and a bag of chips
To watch a thousand lemmings plummet just because
The first one slipped
Sometimes I laugh at victory, kissing these little question marks
I tend to underestimate my average
Just another bastard savage
Someday you'll all eat out of my cold hand
'cause every dog has its day
At which point, I'll pull it away
Now we the American working population
Hate the fact that eight hours a day
Is wasted on chasing the dream of someone that isn't us
And we may not hate our jobs
But we hate jobs in general
That don't have to do with fighting our own causes
We the American working population
Hate the nine-to-five day-in day-out
When we'd rather be supporting ourselves
By being paid to perfect the pasttimes
That we have harbored based solely on the fact
That it makes us smile if it sounds dope
[Aesop Rock]
[ From: http://www.metrolyrics.com/95ers-anthem-lyrics-aesop-rock.html ]
It's the year of the silkworm
Everything I built burned yesterday
Let's display the purpose that these stilts serve
Elevate the spreading of the silk germ
Trying to weave a web but all that I believe in is dead
Nah brother, it's the year of the jackal
Saddle up on high horse
My torch forced Polaris embarrassed
Shackle up the hassle by the dooming legend marriage
I bought some new sneakers
I just hope my legacy matches
It's the year of the landshark
Dry as sand, parched, damn get these men some water
They're out there being slaughtered
In meaningless wars so you don't have to bother
And can sit and soak the idiotbox trying to fuck their daughters
Man it's the year of the Orphan
Seated adjacent to the firefly circling the torches on your porches
Trying to guard the fortress of a king they've never seen or met
But all are trained to murder at the first sign of a threat
Maybe it's the year of the waterbug
Cockroach utter thug specimen
Your response, dreaming of your next of kin
I'm still dealing with this mess I'm in
I've been the object of your ridicule
You've been a bitch lieutenant
God it's the year of the underpaid employee
Spitting forty plus a week
And trying to rape earth on my off time
You bought dizzy, I can't keep myself busy enough
So you can run run run
And I'ma let you think you won
EVERYBODY!
We the American working population
Hate the fact that eight hours a day
Is wasted on chasing the dream of someone that isn't us
And we may not hate our jobs
But we hate jobs in general
That don't have to do with fighting our own causes
We the American working population
Hate the nine to five day-in day-out
But we'd rather be supporting ourselves
By being paid to perfect the pasttimes
That we have harbored based solely on the fact
That it makes us smile if it sounds dope
[Aesop Rock]
Fumble outta bed and stumble to the kitchen
Pour myself a cup of ambition and
Yawn and stretch and my life is a mess and
If I never make it home today, God bless
Fumble outta bed and stumble to the kitchen
Pour myself a cup of ambition and
Yawn and stretch and my life is a mess and
If I never make it home today, God bless
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