Art Magnetic Poetry... and it made sense!

aesthetic masterpiece how surreal his passion appears
picture made more empty there and harmony absurd
mount only wild silhouette which smokes canvas
psychedelic sex draws electric rhythm
smear deep black waste that paints color
no metaphor or angel can imagine green
by music art investigates a scream

This past weekend was pretty righteous (righteous?!). Vacation should prove to be bitching, because it's the last one we have. =(

Friday, I had a tennis match against Notre Dame. Me and Katie waxed 'em, which was a HUGE moral boost that we definately needed after having to deal with Newtown. Oh, by the way, our record is 3-1, with wins against Foran, New Fairfield (soon), and Notre Dame.

Afterwards, I hung out with Dez for a little while before she went on her date con Joey, played at Penders, went on the swings, caught up, and all of that good stuff. From there, went to Bill's, had a grand 'ol time as always, passed out at home.

Woke up today at 5 pm (whoops) and got ready at maybe 9ish for Rachel and Lauren to come over. Watched bad movies/tv shows/hot tennis men, they left, I went out again, finally saw Kill Bill (which was amazing), and I got home a little while ago. I really have to see Volume II in theatres. I'm pissed off that I didn't see the first in theatres when I still could have.

Tomorrow, who knows? Supposed to be really nice, so maybe I can squeeze some court time in with someone. I need to get a tan because I'm pastey. Mmmm... paste.

Sleep now at 4:29AM. I rule.