mood: incessantly tired music: 'galapogos' by the smashing pumpkins

the other day someone asked me why i was so quiet. i responded by saying, 'well, i don't have a reason to be loud.' i hate how that speaks volumes.

so, i've been having tons of fun with my dad's old Canon AE-1. i've used over two rolls of film, three if you count the mis-loading of the first roll. it wasn't my fault, my dad loaded it wrong and nullified the first 29 pictures i took. it's a shame, i had some good shots.

last night at unurban i got a parking ticket. andres and i were sitting in front taking fake pictures and predicting the future with my 8-ball playing cards. basically it's a deck of bicycle playing cards that i've written things like 'yes', 'no', 'maybe', 'best 2/3', etc. on. so we were ready to leave, but i ask the cards, 'is this the last question?' and the answer turns out to be 'no' so we take another turn each before leaving. as i approach my car i see a cop writing down my license plate number and printing out a ticket for me. i got there just as he finished writing the last number, and i realized that if the cards had just said 'yes' i would've avoided the whole ordeal in the first place. dammit. i've got a $47 debt to the city of santa monica now because of all the trouble i've caused. *cough*

i made up a song. it goes like this:

I don't want to do my French essay
La la da da dee
I don't want to do my French essay
So I won't.

---Goei---