ott um

c'est l'autumne.

awoke at 9:30, said nope, then bolted out of bed at 1:40.

lazy mofo, yes, but i was up ridiculously late (no excuses that i know). i made a smoothie using a half packet of my acai berries and some hemp protein. what a dream, and even my body doesn't even reject it.

blake and i went to the mall (nothing nothing nothing, oh, some chocolate so they would give us bus change) where we met joey. then we got wacky and watched windows media player's trippy backgrounds while listening to stereolab (the french songs)and made an anime pic of g's mom-- which was satisfying.

i was making some kamut linguine with pesto, kale, kalamata olives, artichoke hearts and tofu, when i realized i wanted more olives, and some red pepper. so replaced the cover on the cooked pasta, dashed to the store, and got some olives, red pepper, oyster mushrooms (first time-- i like!), soymilk, avocado, water, tp; and dropped off my film from the ling-mich wedding (about time, yes). i also added nutritional yeast FLAKES and some flaxmeal to the pasta and it was extraordinary.

i did a little journal writing (apparently, according to a british study, those who keep journals are more depressed than those who do not-- contrary to what they set out to prove. how fuck'd. i'm fairly mixed on that, altho i do believe my paper journals have saved me from some unknown nastiness), read for an hour or so and was interrupted by a call from my godbrother. eff, i hadn't spoken to him in 8 years (yes, my godbrother is the male progeny of my godfather and godmother. i also have twin godsisters). he sent me a very detailed update on the last 8 years of his life fairly recently, and i replied by giving him an equally detailed (but, if you can imagine, more wordy) update, and only got to grade 12 or something, and never finished. i should do that sometime. it was great talking to him. we used to see each other say twice a year til i was 16, then we both got jobs and stopped going on the family trips. we have similar music tastes and stuff, and he got to go to a tool concert, which i was a tool for not going to. oh, when they get out of the studio...

and i went for a walk, to the south end. i attemped to test my notoriously fecal sense of direction, and i have to admit my repressed nervousness as i crossed a bridge on a street i'd never heard of before, only to have been brought back around to where i began. a fresh night-- chilly, misty, sparsely populated (only with frosh jocks). broke a law-- took a shortcut thru the le marchant school playground/park which is closed at 10pm. it was fun to be a criminal, but being in a park afterhours is way more fun when you're making out, or say having a heart-to-heart in a spot where he says you can never return. this place is forever out of bounds for us. soon there will be a dearth of places safe enough to whine to each other.

and now i'm drinking my sleepytime tea and listening to type o negative's october rust album.

ott um. awesome.