the following post is quite old, over two years in fact. I wrote it one amazingly memorable night when I was up late cramming to read and write a final paper (which i got 100% on i'll have you know, my one and only time i've received full marks since i've been in college!) when i met my dear friend andrew barton – it was serendipitous really, we stayed up all night working together, caffeine-binging and fanciful literature-talking :D then i sent him this message, and now, re-reading it two years later, i don't know why he stayed friends with me...i was crazy! (and yet, i am oh so grateful :P)
April 6, 2006 (mid essay) – facebook message to Andrew
haha! i win! (in case you missed the headline!) "win at what?" you're probably asking yourself...well i'll tell you. i win at facebook friending you first - the result of the undeniable situation that after 8+ hours of bonding over sleep-deprivation, your are simply obligated to commit your relationship to the status of friends on a college server for all the world (or at least the educated world, or at least those attempting to be part of the educated world) to see! the choice is clear - you hate them and never friend them or talk to them again, or you don't and you facebook them ( i suppose you could hate and facebook at the same time, but only the most twisted of types do so for the ego gratification that comes with adding one more number to your so-called "pals").. anyways, i beat you to it, b/c i'm taking a quick breather from my essay (after my spanish thingy, which i did end up going to) in case you're wondering! then, maybe because i'm dilussionally tired or maybe because i have some adderall (sp?) left in my system, i felt the creative urge to write you a long and complicating message that displays my sincere wit, even after (or rather, especially after) a night of unrest, recreational drug use and lots and lots of reading! i know, you're probably sitting there right now, thinking that you met this girl who's completely amazing in her ability to type nonsensical nonsense (for lack of better adjectives...twice) when she should be doing other, more important things. i know it, but hey, when you feel compelled to do something, you simply must do it. is this not a, oh how did you put it, "human truth?" was that it? i can't really remember. and now... my legs are tingling... that can't be good... but oh well, no reason to dwell on it. my body might be wearing, but my mind is still going a mile a minute with "tired talk." i like that phrase, can you believe i've just coined it? look at that, you've just witnessed a piece of linguistical history... or is it more jargon than anything else? no, not jargon... or will it end up being a colloquial that only i understand (and maybe now you, simply because i'm ranting on about it). honestly, if this were me, i would have stopped reading ages ago... i don't even know what i'm writing any more, so i don't see why you're taking an interest to it. i hope, if nothing else, that this is entertaining and that my aspirations of it being so is not just wishful thinking on my part.... i'm surprised i'm thinking coherently (at least relatively so) at all, personally. anyways. let's clear one of two things up. first off, good luck with those poems...we'll have to swap work sometime, although i must admit i am somewhat intimidated by your knowledge of english - i feel it far surpasses mine... but the hell with fears, as i think i established last night/this morning (i should make that my manifesto or something insane like that). second, i swear that i am not usually this disorganized. i don't mean to say i'm not crazy, i am... but you're a theater major, you have to be used to crazies, and i digress. you may have first found my splatter-brain-ness charming and need i say adorable (and i hope here that you sense my irrational amount of satire), however, under normal circumstances (i.e. a shower, non boy size clothes, at least 4 hours of sleep and a matcha tea latte) i can usually pass for a normal person, most mornings at least. although, who wants to be normal…normal is mediocre... and i hate the idea of mediocrity. anyways, after this entire morning i'm sure you think i'm a coke fiend - never have i been or could i be such a thing! i just don't have the patience for addictions or drugs (which bears an interesting question...why the adderall?) well... many great authors have experimented with things that bring them out of their normal mind and conceptions. this of course was not my reason, but i see it as a one-time bonus, brownie points if you will. and this... this very thing i'm typing, is the only sustainable proof - and i should probably keep it at that, b/c to you it probably isn't great (and to me, well, i'll probably be deleting this later), but in any case... there it is. now i really can't believe you're still reading this....! ha, you're a bit of a fool i guess, as much as i am for writing it. honestly, i might as well be ridiculous towards you, and since we did just meet, i'm incapable of being embarrassed by this at all... it's a beautiful situation. and there you have it. now i'm fairly certain that i've been typing this for a good 12 minutes or so.... which is far too long for a facebook message, and i must get back to my paper. good night, and good luck (journalism reference, get it? get it? ahaha). and i'm sure you already have or will sustain a headache from all the typing errors i've made due to my speed (physically typing and physically speaking in general)... and so i say, bye again (i don't want to overuse the reference thing, although i wish you both again). damn you must have patience.....look at this thing, it's the f-ing iliad of facebook messaging! i'm exhausting myself just thinking about it... ;)
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