January 2012
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I met a guy at a party last summer and friended him on Facebook. He’s pretty hot and is totally into math*, but he’s kind of a douchebag. I will admit that I like looking at his photos on FB, but every goddamned status update is “Derby this” or “Derby that” and unless we’re dealing with fucking cute animals or stories about dead things, I can’t stand...
Thought process
I’m feeling rather lascivious. I can do one of the following:
a. random dude it up
or
b. call on a dude acquaintance to help out in the situation.
Both require talking to people and/or leaving the house.
I’ll just masturbate.
The end.
“Before you diagnose yourself with depression or low self-esteem, first make sure...”
– William Gibson (via sabino)
Just a regular day
Hatin’ on life, missing a dude, wanting to drink my face off, watching bad porn while I put off going to the gym and grocery shopping. The usual.
Actually I’m pretty rarely hating life anymore. It’s not that things are superhappyawesome, it’s just that I don’t have time to brood and be miserable. But I do have time to write about it on Tumblr!
Tonight
I am taking lots of ibuprofen, wearing extra warm jammies, and watching “Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind”. Because it’s been that kind of a weekend.
So, I helped embalm a body yesterday. I cut his armpit in search of the axillary artery (found it!) and then sutured him back up. I helped turn him over to clean the back of him and also to check for wounds/discoloring, and I realized my lack of upper body strength when I maneuvered the trocar around to embalm his cavities. I walked into a cooler with hundreds of bodies and saw one gentleman that...
Holy fucksticks. I start embalming TOMORROW. I’m not prepared! I don’t remember anything I’ve been taught! What if I get hungry in the middle of it? How will I get home afterward? My scrubs still make me look like an indigo colored sausagelady!
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My school’s website is about as helpful as, I don’t know,...
Perspective
Twitter reminded me tonight that I once had regular sex with a dude who had Tyrannosaurus Mex tattooed on his chest. Also, I was sad when he left me. I mean, how ridiculous is that?
Operation: Get fat and grow a beard 2012 is going...
hughbot:
It’s actually easier than I thought.
Next on my list of places to see: Madison, WI. Then Pittsburgh, PA.
Well, maybe on the Pittsburgh thing. I no longer have the love affair I once had with all things PA.
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So I took a trip.
With the exception of an overnight trip to Detroit in 2010 for school, and a day trip with Leslie to Indiana in 2011, I haven’t been outside of Illinois in quite a while. Haven’t been to a Brewers game since breaking up with James in 2008, haven’t been to Florida since 2006. I guess I’m glad to live in/near Chicago because sometimes it’s kind of like I’m always...
I’m in Austin, TX.
December 2011
Jasmine's Best of 2011 (track listing only)
L-O-V-E - Boat
Party on Fifth Avenue - Mac Miller
I Love You But I Hate You - PowerSolo
Don’t Sit Down ‘Cause I’ve Moved Your Chair - The Arctic Monkeys
The Nature of Our Kind - Vandaveer
An Old Photo of Your New Lover - The One AM Radio
Still Sound - Toro y Moi
Sharivari - The Dirtbombs
Run Around - Moon Duo
Always On My Mind - Reading Rainbow
Black Hills - Gardens...
I’m going to Austin on Monday. I’ve never been and when my friend Dana asked if I wanted to go I jumped at the chance. New city, new food, new bars, etc. so it’s pretty exciting. But still, I’d rather just hang out with Shmemson and his lady and watch crazy movies. I’m going to travel many miles to watch movies? You got it.
“I just want to laugh and fuck. But no, everyone has to be a moron.”
– - thehiddentrack (via shmemson)
I totally forgot that I said this. It’s still true to this day.
I keep saying I’m going to buy a proper diary/journal so I can actually write stuff down as it’s happening. It would be a good way for me to get my emotions out of my head and somewhere else. But I never buy a journal (truth be told, I’ve got three incomplete journals laying around here somewhere) and I also never really get the emotions out. I’m sitting here with my...
Love. The greatest distraction of all.