I spit and then it froze.

Real talk.
Also... my stress is taking on the form of a frog hunting me in my dreams.
He carries a bow and arrow.
Furthermore if you get less than three hours of sleep your functioning is impaired equally to that of when you are intoxicated. What does this mean. For an example see the post I wrote the other night. And frozen spit. Unreal.

Here I live in this city.

And there are lots of lights And they sparkle and make me think:
Here I live

In this city
I walk places and cross bridges
I am a grad student
And it flurries
But I am acclimated;

Mostly

I procrastinate and I look for signs
And occasionally I smoke an old man pipe because the smoke is captivating in the air

I sit on porches and I hold this thought:
Here I live in this city.

The bee's knees. You know what I'm talking about.

I was procrastinating, obviously, so here I address procrastination:

Procrastination, I believe you are the solution to everything. I currently approve of your presence in my life as I should be learning all the muscles in the body yet instead am doing anything but learn. Although my studying technique of pretending all the muscles are magical wizarding spells worked for a while, I now firmly stand behind the belief that all muscles should be vestigial structures. Who needs them. Not I.

I will let my muscles atrophy and in doing so I will become the Miraculous Muscless Madame; Thus allowing all future anatomists the freedom from learning all the muscle insertions and origins and pollicis brevis extension retinaculum interossei motor praxis brachii levator scapulae occupational performance. Ok, now I'm just throwing out buzz words to show off.

I take pictures of my rental cat when procrastinating
from less important things. Weird? No way.

Back to procrastination... Thank you, truly. Because of you, I have accomplished endless chores, to-do's, errands, and miscellaneous projects that would never have been finished. Things are cleaner because of you. Namely the dishes. I am more knowledgeable in the subject of the disappearance of bees [check it] additionally I am well learned in the area of efficient composting in urban cities. Hells bells I think I love you procrastination. But, I think we should take a break. Seriously.

Until tomorrow, mm

You're the voice I hear inside my head.

You know those moments when you are sitting there, wherever you are, and suddenly you think "how the ef did I get in this situation?" Or you know, some version of that question introduces itself to your mind.

For instance, the time I was sitting on my porch watching this midget dance on the roof deck across the way I was all "what the ef am I doing here on this porch in Ecuador watching this midget dance." I mainly felt that I should avert my eyes; but I didn't. Anyways I had another moment like this last week. Occasions like these really get me thinking about all sorts of things like God, and the closest glass of milk, and friction versus traction, and time, and machetes, and life and stuff.

Ultimately through all my contemplations I always come back to this answer: Watch this video to find the answers to everything


Yeah it's a throwback. And sure, it doesn't really provide answers for when we are in situations with dancing midgets. In fact the song as a whole has nothing to do with anything except teenage angst and discovery and true love. But I am choosing to focus on these things as well as one line here and that is: "I'm exactly where I'm supposed to be". Thus, whenever I am in a strange, beautiful, or remarkable situation and find myself thinking "what the ef am I doing here?" I bust out a little Camp Rock.

Usually someone joins in with my chorus and our songs go together. And that is a faboosh [*usage of 'faboosh' courtesy of annie*] moment all on it's own.

Slice like a ninja squirrel cut like a razor blade so fast.

Today a squirrel fell out of a tree and landed on my head. Ok it didn't quite land on my head... it landed on the ground next to me but it felt like it landed on my head. And what I'm learning in my fancy master's classes is that it is very important to listen and consider the client's feelings. Perhaps I fabricated this fact. Nevertheless, in this situation, I am the client and I felt as though the squirrel landed on my head.
Anyways, so this squirrel falls out of a tree and lands on my head. It was not a hallucination. There really was a falling squirrel. And do you know what happened to this squirrel when it fell? Nothing. Because it died. This makes me reminisce about the Black Squirrel [read previous post] and whether the Black Squirrel met a similar fate. Falling out of trees and dying? Squirrels please get better proprioception. RIP squirrel. Train as a ninja next time maybe.

"Your hopes and dreams. Diffusion."

I need to get absorbed in a good book. Something to really distract... the kind that even when put down is still happening. Suggestions?
On an entirely different note how good is popcorn chicken?? I had a pretty dreary crappy day today at work and ate a few pieces of popcorn chicken... Ok so, I ate a small bucket of the stuff and found that those things truly bring some dazzle to the day. Seriously my entire day was better and I started dreaming up these plants where popcorn chicken grows like raspberries; ready to be plucked and popped in a mouth that was having a dreary day so that after chewing that little piece of meat the mouth could exclaim "how wonderful popcorn chicken for you to be there on that bush waiting to make me happy". These are things I thought. In fact popcorn chicken is kind of like a speculative fiction book which makes me come to the conclusion that I wish Margaret Atwood would hurry up and write the next book of her series. Perhaps I'll read the Harry Potter series double agains.

heeeeey bear. hey bear.

Today I am going to be in the land of the midnight sun and I cannot wait to get re-acquainted with Sterling, AK. Living in a city for two years now calls for desperate measures of escape into nature; and there is no better extreme than to go to the last frontier itself. So for the next two weeks I will be singing songs of Alaska's troubadour Hobo Jim while holding a fishing rod in one hand and a beer in the other. I am thrilled!!