pirates and ninjas and cleave, oh my!

last night was a pirates vs. ninjas theme party. quite fun quite fun.. i was a pirate, of course. though it was a hard decision to make, cause ninjas are really fucking cool too.

but the lighter stuff aside its 940am. april 15th and i had no real valentine last night though the tension between jenai and i seems to have cooled. smiles.

reading. 1984. woman at point zero. god of small things. three penny opera. modern chinese fiction. paulo friere. david eddings. hannah arendt. june jordan. and all the readings for class. so much stuff

writing not so much not as much as id like im finding that at times im afraid of the pen or more so afraid of the reader - silly, write? its like talking. just talking to a friend or many friends or more its just expressing your thoughts on paper with the end goal of honest accounting of your experiences. talking like you write, if you could write like you talk mrs b would say that to me. way too often for comfort, no i think she only said it once which makes it stick much more solidly. how it oh so often sticks in my head is what bothers.

or eating that chocolate bar at mikes sleep over. that bothers me too. or when i used to stare at linzy fakes tits and brandon called me on it.

those little things haunt my memory and just reply over and over again. non stop midnight showings of flicks from memory.

free admission.

ai
demetrius