Things have been crazy on my end, as usual. I'm trying to get everything wrapped up here at OSU before I push off, but my motivation is severely lacking. I have every reason to procrastinate -- my distractions are the best a young lad could have: a wonderful (see also: beautiful) woman, a wonderful (see also: fun) website for making mixtapes, a wonderful (see also: dangerous) hobby of making stencils and not-so-wonderful (see also: tedious) jobs. For memorial weekend, I went home to visit the friends, the family and the woman. It was simply splendid. Not a care in the world, it was the first time that I completely let go of all of my 'obligations' -- I didn't even check my e-mail once. Amazing. I didn't get to see everyone on my list, but still, pretty fucking good trip.
I'm back at school now and it's taken me two days to write the above two paragraphs -- Iâve been that busy. All my classes are working my ass right up until the end, which kind of makes me sad. It's getting so nice and warm in this town and I'm usually cooped up in some windowless room basking in the cold light of a LCD monitor. Bullshit. Actually, over the mini-break, I crossed paths with a face from my past. He wanted to know if I had gone 'veggie' since I was 'so skinny.' I told him no. He said 'you're fucking pale too; you look like a ghost.'
Sometimes, I wish I could keep these people in the subconscious corners of my mind.
That said, today the most disgusting thing happened to me. I have been gagging on the thought of it all day.
Around 6am I wake up suddenly. My ear feels a bit strange, as if someone has just given me a wet Willy. I stick my finger in there, but feel nothing. I realize I was probably dreaming, feel stupid and then try to go back to sleep. As I'm lying there, I hear this sound -- it sounds like someone is sloshing water around. It's loud. It's a very eerie sound, but the worst part -- it's coming from inside my head.
I flip shit a little bit, sit up quick and quickly think of all the things that it could be -- shattered ear drum, spinal fluid collecting on my brain, cancer, herpes, whatever. I'm wide-awake and just sitting there, shaking my head, trying to get that sound to happen again. I can't reproduce it. I figure it was a freak accident, but decide to swab my ear out, just in case. The swab comes out negative. Thus, I try to sleep again.
As I'm walking back, I hear that noise again. It's terrible. It tears through me. I get really freaked out now, a bit of panic flows over me, I feel flushed. I shake my head around, but nothing. I lay back down in bed, figuring there's not much I can do for my broken head at 6am. I roll on my side and feel something tickle my ear a bit. I lift my head up and what do I find sitting there on my pillow?
A MOTHERFUCKING SILVERFISH.
A silverfish had crawled *deep* within my ear as I slept.
That's fucked up.
REALLY fucked up.
At least it came out, right?
It's almost my bed time, but me and my silverfish-free ears will be judging the annual OSU Battle of the Bands on Friday. Should be a blast. Out very own Darrin is the brains and brawn behind the operation. What a cool guy. He's kind of my hero. A sexy hero, at that.
I love you all.
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Keep breathing Eraq, I feel for you. I don't think I'll have any "time to myself" until June 17th; then it will be drunken . . .
A beetle flew into my ear. I had to ride for two hours in a car while two of the guys I was with drove me to a hospital to get the bug(ger) out.
But I am a sexy hero.
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