Uruguay/Ghana was a ridiculously cruel game.  I couldn't stomach watching the penalty kicks, and I'm glad I didn't.  I am unsettled by the world.  I hate that I love this crazy thing called soccer.

HO.  LY.  CRAP.

I was still on a high from Wednesday and the great things that followed, like this Colbert Report clip.  I convinced myself that I was totally content with the U.S. just getting out of their group.  That's all I wanted.  I slept soundly on Friday night.  I wasn't even nervous until about 10 minutes before kickoff.  I was thinking about how to ( Read more... )

I made muffins last night. You're welcome, America.


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I think they're trying to kill me.

First drink of today: American cider at 7a.m. while eating Slovenian kulen sausage.  Last drink of today: Peach Soju at 9p.m. while doing Korean Karaoke.  A properly international day.

But GOOD GOD.  I can see the story now.  "Local woman, 27, almost killed by World Cup game.  Has heart attack.  And braces.  Mother ( Read more... )

Me: I am feeling so sad that I probably won't be able to go on any big trips until 2011 at the earliest.
Chathri: No effen way.  Why, cuz of work?
Me: Yep, plus with six weddings this year, I won't have a whole lot of extra money.
Chathri: MOTHER OF PEARL. SIX?!? 
Me: Six.
Chathri: Tell people to stop loving each other.

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I'll be here, not there.  Sad.

Dear friends,

I am writing to you today because it is with great joy that I exclaim to the world that I soon shall never again have to walk down the mold enshrouded walls on the grounds of academia that I have come to loathe so much. This place shall only wither away as a bad dream, a memory of a rotten slice of ham stuffed with olives & mustard ( Read more... )