Sixtyten

None of you bloggees update enough! Ahawhweee! More reading I say! I need my daily updates! *Peers into your lives*

So I just gave my notice to my landlady tonight. Good riddance! I won't miss the spiders, crazy biotch upstairs, trashy back alley, flooding back entrance, and greasy Chinese food smell. When N takes all his nice Ikea furniture with him, there won't be any point of staying here, except the new carpets. And who wants to stay for that.

Work went a bit faster today. I hit some really good tunes today that R. gave me. By Boards of Canada and The Flaming Lips. I had my one-on-one with the supervisor and I was as flippant as I get. I think I'm doing okay but all the recent turnover and such is making me value the job less and less. The money makes me value it more and not totally slack off. Although I do manage to get quite a bit of chatting done on msn with my co-workers (6).

J. left me a stupid message in response to my email. Of course I am not replying, and what he said makes me want to reply even less if that's possible. He says something along the lines of, 'There ARE other options, Shi. You can choose not to know the truth if you want. And you know, I was thinking, YOU could have called me too. You know.. using a phone, like normal people do." Stupid condescending fucktarded asspoodle!

Asspoodle.
Asspoodle!

Haha!

Now, I want to talk about a song called Aquarius by Boards of Canada, which captivated me today. The first thing you hear is sort of an ambient lounge track. Then kiddies saying 'Yeah, that's right!' And a grover-like voice says ORANGE! A lady teacher voice says ORANGE and the kiddies go 'Yeah that's right' and giggle.

Water swishes. Lady teacher says ORANGE. Grover says ORANGE. Kiddies go 'Yeahhh that's right.' And repeat a few times. This is like birth to age 2, where everything is right or wrong.

Then suddenly preschool ends and cognitive, serious life begins..this is where everything is rational and prescriptive... lady teacher counts .. 1....2....3....4...5....6...7...8...9....10...11....12..... all the way to... 36....Grover interrupts with ORANGE a few times.. then the numbers go berzerk.

Midlife crisis.

12....34.......67........sixtyten.....24........72.....

Stuff gets fucked up! Oh no. Were grover and Ms. Teacher lying? Naw. They've taken the rational consecutive knowledge and applied it to something abstract. Bits of Grover and splashing water peek through the chaos. 'Yeah, that's right,' the kids say wisely, and laugh.

...yeah, go listen to this song! it's neat. PS. The above is my own interpretation. Perhaps its not meant to mean anything. But I think it was sort of meant to give an impression similar to above.