Strudents

So I'm making some toaster strudels, probably not even really food, the pilsbury kind. They get all crazy if they are in the freezer too long once the package is opened. I know this. Be warned.

I have some cereal and I've been wanting it for weeks. I haven't had milk for a while because I was too busy at first, then forgot, then couldn't buy milk because I was scared I wouldn't drink it all before I leave for home. Or probably more often, can't really afford milk. I wonder how many other students face this little dilema. Even more so, I wonder who else used up the rest of the bailey's in the frige on their cereal. An exciting new world of culinary adventures in student kitchens. Surely this concept has been explored by others in similar circumstances, right?

Try Bailey's and Lucky Charms first thing in the morning! It's almost as good as milk, and gets you drunk by 9am.

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i like
that we never
had to say
please
or
thankyou
or
iloveyou

i like
what was saved for strangers
was always just
understood

we are far from each other

i like
that we are that close

the hippidy hop.

"you can spend minutes, hours, days, weeks, even months analyzing a situation, trying to put the pieces together, justifying what could've, should've, would've happened, or you can just leave the pieces on the floor and move the fuck on. "
-tupac

Now I never knew much about Tupac. But as I go on a musical journey with him and his albums, I get why people cared why he died. Ya. I'm about 15 years late on that train. But it makes me wonder what other trains I'm late on. Just recently it occured to me that The Clash and The Police have a reggae beat in common. It's only by listening to entire albums that I get the artist.

I've been turned off of "rap" for decades. It left a weird taste in my mouth and I never really gave it a shot. It's like someone cooking you calamari and overcooking it but you don't know it because you've never had calamari before. You think "ugh plaagh gah this is horrible and rubbery. Did someone batter a condom and serve it to me? WTF!" and may think that calamari is shit and never eat it again.

Then you go to europe where they know what seafood is and how to make it and it's not overcooked and tastes glorious! (but don't eat squid. they are smarter than you. and it's not nice.)

Well the same thing can happen with music.

my brain's repeating

Experience tells me that I shouldn't say things out loud (posting on the internet included), at this hour, because the next morning it will seem stupid or trite.

These days seem to be full of getting excited about something and then realizing it's only about half as cool as I first thought. Sometimes the excitement lasts a long time. Sometimes years, sometimes minutes. Once it's over, there is just the moving-on to the next thing to occupy my interest. Interest or love or attention or hunger.

Surprisingly like hunger actually. Just as far as it's something that can be great and then you just have to go about it again in a few hours. How frustrating!

I wish I had more charming things to say.