We were somewhere around Melrose, in the nearby woods, when the drugs began to take hold. I remember saying something like, "I think I'm retarded. Maybe I should stop drinking and breathing out of a piece." Then all of a sudden there was music all around. I was being pleasantly molested by the sweet sweet guitar chords of Jimi Hendrix. We wandered into a clearing and began to drunkenly dance. We had gone through three bottles of white wine, quart of the Captain, quart of Sir Daniels, thirty cans of the wretched beer known fondly as PBR, several cases of our American hero, Samuel Adams, enough marijuana to convert the current administration from PNAC loving neo-cons to hippies, and several whipped cream cans full of delicious Nitrous Oxide (NO2).
The only thing that really worried me was the nitrous. There is nothing in this world more helpless and irresponsible and depraved than a man in the depths of a nitrous binge, half covered in whipped cream. The audio hallucinations brought the onslaught of severe paranoia.
And what would happen if we ran into a family or some park rangers? Or worse, the police. What would they say if I began freaking out, begging them to protect me from the various man eating animals I would be hearing loudly stalking me through the woods? My only hope is that they would have brought a large enough caliber rifle to take down the various sorts of pink elephants, biped bears, and fiendish birds out to disembowel me.
Let me get to the heart of this thing: We were relaxing in the fine suite Sam and Sean had made for themselves avoiding our various personal responsibilities. The hour had reached two in the morning. Almost simultaneously we reached the conclusion that we should alter our consciousnesses the following weekend. The advent of warm spring weather, right before the plants began ejaculating their spores directly into the sinuses of the citizens of Boston, made us decide upon communing with Nature in the woods in the form of sights, sounds, smells, and of course, tastes. Our trip was different. It was to be a classic affirmation of everything right and true in the national character. A gross physical salute of everything possible in this country, but only for those with true grit. And we are men and women of true grit, are we not?
Saturday, 31 March 2007
Thursday, 29 March 2007
March Freewrite #(225)^(1/2): Adventures with Alex, v.1 iss. XXIII
thursday our 29th day in the March month of our Holy Lord: Son and Father à la fois, and a little Ghost added in for the spice.
welcome to Chinatown, or, à la française, Ville-de-Chine. Bienvenido a ville-de-Chine-o. I hope "chino" isn't some offensive term that I've failed to pick up. I don't know what it means! Okay.
Yesterday was a shitty, shitty day. I had a Physics to study for, which I did. Haha, I'm not changing that typo. That class is so awful. But afore I did that---ADVENTURE!!!
(Opposite of "dee-ssassterr")
We were talking about "omochi" in Japanese class. Apparently that's a polite way to refer to mochi, or something, because whenever I see it romanized, the "o" is missing. Well, it's the same thing for "sake." The word "osake" means the sake drink-- "sake" without the "o" means something different entirely, I think. But anyway, these "omochi" things are these tasty buns that are usually filled with red bean. Ergh, I can't write that description without thinking of different "buns." But whatever. Anyway, if you think of the correct buns, well, to quote Jon Mantell out of context, "That stuff is delicious." But I have no clue where to get omochi. BUT I know where to get stuff that resembles it! except it's chinese and really greasy. When I was growing up (as if I'm not right now) my mom often took us down to Chinatown on Sundays to buy stuff. One of the things we bought were these black bean buns. And guess what - Chinatown is a 30 minute trip (I think) from my dorm room!
So I got the craving for those things and just left and got them. Boston is sweet.
Uh, you might think I should plan better for my Physics test. Well, I knew I wasn't going to be able to read the fucking Physics chapters too quickly, so I decided I needed some reading practice first. Actually, I noticed my brain's capability has taken a dramatically big drop this semester, so I said to myself, "Self, it's gotta be that you aren't reading anything, whereas last semester you were." So I bought another Haruki Murakami book. If you haven't figured out by now, this guy totally kicks ass at writing.
South of the Border, West of the Sun.
Absolutely one of the most intense, incredible, and meaningful stories I have ever read. Short; I read it rather quickly last night. 213 pages and easy to read and worth every buck.
Then I had dinner at deeuiikku. Yeah.
Advantures.
welcome to Chinatown, or, à la française, Ville-de-Chine. Bienvenido a ville-de-Chine-o. I hope "chino" isn't some offensive term that I've failed to pick up. I don't know what it means! Okay.
Yesterday was a shitty, shitty day. I had a Physics to study for, which I did. Haha, I'm not changing that typo. That class is so awful. But afore I did that---ADVENTURE!!!
(Opposite of "dee-ssassterr")
We were talking about "omochi" in Japanese class. Apparently that's a polite way to refer to mochi, or something, because whenever I see it romanized, the "o" is missing. Well, it's the same thing for "sake." The word "osake" means the sake drink-- "sake" without the "o" means something different entirely, I think. But anyway, these "omochi" things are these tasty buns that are usually filled with red bean. Ergh, I can't write that description without thinking of different "buns." But whatever. Anyway, if you think of the correct buns, well, to quote Jon Mantell out of context, "That stuff is delicious." But I have no clue where to get omochi. BUT I know where to get stuff that resembles it! except it's chinese and really greasy. When I was growing up (as if I'm not right now) my mom often took us down to Chinatown on Sundays to buy stuff. One of the things we bought were these black bean buns. And guess what - Chinatown is a 30 minute trip (I think) from my dorm room!
So I got the craving for those things and just left and got them. Boston is sweet.
Uh, you might think I should plan better for my Physics test. Well, I knew I wasn't going to be able to read the fucking Physics chapters too quickly, so I decided I needed some reading practice first. Actually, I noticed my brain's capability has taken a dramatically big drop this semester, so I said to myself, "Self, it's gotta be that you aren't reading anything, whereas last semester you were." So I bought another Haruki Murakami book. If you haven't figured out by now, this guy totally kicks ass at writing.
South of the Border, West of the Sun.
Absolutely one of the most intense, incredible, and meaningful stories I have ever read. Short; I read it rather quickly last night. 213 pages and easy to read and worth every buck.
Then I had dinner at deeuiikku. Yeah.
Advantures.
Friday, 16 March 2007
Delays
It's the them of the day. Excuse me; it's the theme of the day. Nonetheless, it's a "them." They're delays. And they're out to skin my ass.
I've noticed them coming up now. Playing frisbee in the beautiful spring weather? 5-day delay. Actually focusing and finishing my homework? 5-hour delay each day. List of courses for Fall 2007 being placed online? 5-day delay so far.
That's the way it's shaping up to be. Return of spring? With this supposedly descending snowstorm, 5-day delay. Delays. I refuse to be an airline--I want to get rid of them. But they just come, unexpected, like bubbles from oil, big, thick, slow bubbles, expanding until they burst.
My roommate had a slight delay in getting his work done tonight too. His friend tried to commit suicide. Or was on the brink of it. I'm not sure which one. Fortunately, it wasn't a 5-hour delay (it didn't take too long for her to calm down).
...Or is that fortunate?
I've noticed them coming up now. Playing frisbee in the beautiful spring weather? 5-day delay. Actually focusing and finishing my homework? 5-hour delay each day. List of courses for Fall 2007 being placed online? 5-day delay so far.
That's the way it's shaping up to be. Return of spring? With this supposedly descending snowstorm, 5-day delay. Delays. I refuse to be an airline--I want to get rid of them. But they just come, unexpected, like bubbles from oil, big, thick, slow bubbles, expanding until they burst.
My roommate had a slight delay in getting his work done tonight too. His friend tried to commit suicide. Or was on the brink of it. I'm not sure which one. Fortunately, it wasn't a 5-hour delay (it didn't take too long for her to calm down).
...Or is that fortunate?
Tuesday, 13 March 2007
Purge; -5
What the fuck happened to Daylight Savings Time? It was pushed forward 3 weeks to save energy. Explain that one to me. Why did they plan that so suddenly? I say "suddenly" because the change in policy was so recent that my cellphone didn't even switch to the correct time, which fucked me over last night when I was studying. I was like, "Oh, it's only 9," having forgotten that my phone was wrong. (By the way, I can't change the time settings either.)
Anyway, I have a test at 1:30 PM. You know how we've been studying Baudelaire for so long? Anyway, I got those siyats for my back. And good thing. I don't have to get surgery. Peeling much better now. Peeling good.
Sorry, video reference. Anyway, Porter-san looked at tests as that they were "celebrations of knowledge." I am personally fucking glad when they're over. I look at them as being purges. You're simultaneously purging your ignorance and your knowledge-- by submitting the test, you're telling the teacher that you know something, and when you're taking the test, you're removing that shit from your brain so that it doesn't stress you ever again, unless you have to keep it (e.g. for your major//final exam). You know how everyone says World History II honors sophomore year was a great class despite everything? Haha, I don't remember a thing from it. Generalizations, the 10 billion facts that I stored into my short-term memory, yeah right. You know, people used to ask me whether going to Catholic school for 8 check that 9 years prepared me for the Prep, and they'll probably ask me whether going to the Prep prepared me for college. How the hell should I know? It certainly told me that real life is better than packing together 1000 male versions of a species and working them to death. e.g. that I don't ever want to work that hard again. And I'm not!
And yet, here I am, 33 minutes (until the test). Like Juvenile said, "Call me big daddy when you back that thang up." Okay, that's pretty unrelated.
Oh, and the -5 is the random penalty I got on my math test. Pretty minor but pretty annoying when you're not doing so hot at school.
Anyway, I have a test at 1:30 PM. You know how we've been studying Baudelaire for so long? Anyway, I got those siyats for my back. And good thing. I don't have to get surgery. Peeling much better now. Peeling good.
Sorry, video reference. Anyway, Porter-san looked at tests as that they were "celebrations of knowledge." I am personally fucking glad when they're over. I look at them as being purges. You're simultaneously purging your ignorance and your knowledge-- by submitting the test, you're telling the teacher that you know something, and when you're taking the test, you're removing that shit from your brain so that it doesn't stress you ever again, unless you have to keep it (e.g. for your major//final exam). You know how everyone says World History II honors sophomore year was a great class despite everything? Haha, I don't remember a thing from it. Generalizations, the 10 billion facts that I stored into my short-term memory, yeah right. You know, people used to ask me whether going to Catholic school for 8 check that 9 years prepared me for the Prep, and they'll probably ask me whether going to the Prep prepared me for college. How the hell should I know? It certainly told me that real life is better than packing together 1000 male versions of a species and working them to death. e.g. that I don't ever want to work that hard again. And I'm not!
And yet, here I am, 33 minutes (until the test). Like Juvenile said, "Call me big daddy when you back that thang up." Okay, that's pretty unrelated.
Oh, and the -5 is the random penalty I got on my math test. Pretty minor but pretty annoying when you're not doing so hot at school.
Thursday, 8 March 2007
Re: enough with the scenic imagery already, you know? pffft, not in hell
You know, I had a great first semester. Snowy days and purple haze were the least of my concerns. I mean, they weren't there. I faced the greatest of obstacles and overcame them, and I'm not talking academically... though maybe the greatest obstacle I faced and defaced was allowing myself to be satisfied with a B+. That was good. We had a lot of fun - Scrabble Saturdays, calc chursdays, everything, yeah, sweet, totally, dude, knob. That was great. I had the best teachers ever! How the hell did I get so lucky?
Now this semester is sucky.
We've got too much work up in our sacks. Ouch, painful metaphor--- well, painful workload! Actually, my friends' workloads are more painful than my own, and no, the interaction isn't painful (if you're still carrying along the sexual side of the double-entendre); it's just that we really don't get to do shit nearly as often! That's not great. Also, I've got some duties I didn't really throw myself into that I've got to fulfill. That's not good. I'm not showcasing the strength that I did last semester. How the hell did I get so sloppy?
I need myself a floppy.
But to stop fucking around with sound usage, I'm making this to reply to Ashish's post (which you should not miss, because the writing is so good in it), wherein he states that he doesn't want to go back for break and even identifies the source of that sentiment. I thought that was pretty impressive, and it's true. Once you get caught up in a darkness, well, even if it's bad, you don't want to leave it. I'll take that further and say that being stuck in any sort of figurative or metaphorical "darkness" offers a sense of security. If you get stuck in muddy goo, well, you at least know you won't be expected to move anytime soon. It's 3:39 AM. I, too, am stuck in a darkness that I don't particularly want to leave. And my victory would be in leaving it, though it's already a bit late for that. Still, better now than as late as possible.
I think what made last semester so good for me was my willingness to jump around when I got stuck. It just worked. Right now, though, I'm not putting the pieces together as well; for example, I'm not studying enough, I fell way behind on my laundry, I forgot about getting my passport renewed, I've become too much of a materialist or I've acquired too many materials...
But I really want break to come.
Good night.
Now this semester is sucky.
We've got too much work up in our sacks. Ouch, painful metaphor--- well, painful workload! Actually, my friends' workloads are more painful than my own, and no, the interaction isn't painful (if you're still carrying along the sexual side of the double-entendre); it's just that we really don't get to do shit nearly as often! That's not great. Also, I've got some duties I didn't really throw myself into that I've got to fulfill. That's not good. I'm not showcasing the strength that I did last semester. How the hell did I get so sloppy?
I need myself a floppy.
But to stop fucking around with sound usage, I'm making this to reply to Ashish's post (which you should not miss, because the writing is so good in it), wherein he states that he doesn't want to go back for break and even identifies the source of that sentiment. I thought that was pretty impressive, and it's true. Once you get caught up in a darkness, well, even if it's bad, you don't want to leave it. I'll take that further and say that being stuck in any sort of figurative or metaphorical "darkness" offers a sense of security. If you get stuck in muddy goo, well, you at least know you won't be expected to move anytime soon. It's 3:39 AM. I, too, am stuck in a darkness that I don't particularly want to leave. And my victory would be in leaving it, though it's already a bit late for that. Still, better now than as late as possible.
I think what made last semester so good for me was my willingness to jump around when I got stuck. It just worked. Right now, though, I'm not putting the pieces together as well; for example, I'm not studying enough, I fell way behind on my laundry, I forgot about getting my passport renewed, I've become too much of a materialist or I've acquired too many materials...
But I really want break to come.
Good night.
This one's for you, Greg
I wrote this during physics.
You just don't cancel out
You just don't cancel out
Normally you'd simplify in a minute
Do I have to take an infinite limit?
Ohhh
You just don't cancel out
You just don't cancel out
I won't ever, ever, ever admit to thinking
You're IRREDUCIBLE!
I know, I missed a line, but I forgot it was there because the chorus is weird (like, it adds an unexpected extra measure). For those who don't know, well, this is a parody of Beyoncé's "Irreplaceable," which was quite recently #1 on the Billboard Hot 100 for 10 straight weeks. I honestly have no idea why.
You just don't cancel out
You just don't cancel out
Normally you'd simplify in a minute
Do I have to take an infinite limit?
Ohhh
You just don't cancel out
You just don't cancel out
I won't ever, ever, ever admit to thinking
You're IRREDUCIBLE!
I know, I missed a line, but I forgot it was there because the chorus is weird (like, it adds an unexpected extra measure). For those who don't know, well, this is a parody of Beyoncé's "Irreplaceable," which was quite recently #1 on the Billboard Hot 100 for 10 straight weeks. I honestly have no idea why.
Sunday, 4 March 2007
Spring Break(s)
Hey,
Haven't posted in a while. I'm really busy all the time. I now rock climb 3-5 days a week. I'm also having crazy fun and stuff. Yeah. Rock climbing is the shit.
So, who wants to rock climb and kayak around the North Shore this summer? I also plan on spending 2 weeks in Marthas Vinyard with friends from BU and their friends. We'll rent a house, be in altered states of consciousness, and have fun for 2 weeks.
Anyways, to the topic at hand. When is everyone's spring break? I know Ashish's is the week after mine. Not sure about you Alex. I left you a message on your cell asking. Mine starts Fri. March 9th. When do you have break Greg/Hills/anyone else who may be reading this that I know?
Peace, love, and happiness. Dig yourselves thoroughly.
Chris
Haven't posted in a while. I'm really busy all the time. I now rock climb 3-5 days a week. I'm also having crazy fun and stuff. Yeah. Rock climbing is the shit.
So, who wants to rock climb and kayak around the North Shore this summer? I also plan on spending 2 weeks in Marthas Vinyard with friends from BU and their friends. We'll rent a house, be in altered states of consciousness, and have fun for 2 weeks.
Anyways, to the topic at hand. When is everyone's spring break? I know Ashish's is the week after mine. Not sure about you Alex. I left you a message on your cell asking. Mine starts Fri. March 9th. When do you have break Greg/Hills/anyone else who may be reading this that I know?
Peace, love, and happiness. Dig yourselves thoroughly.
Chris
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