ladies and sacramentans,
it doesn't have to be 110 degrees to be miserable in the summer. All you need to feel awful is muttering "see you in september" to someone dear and then feeling the void that follows. And then worrying.

Thank goodness my new housemates and house sattelites are also very dear.

A man in a bowtie walked into my office and handed me a big bouquet of flowers yesterday, with a card attached that read "Thanks for all the hard work this quarter." Make copies, get flowers. I must have blushed all the way under my eyelids. Send flowers, gain the utter adoration of R.Scott ( Read more... )

I fall asleep on busses, in the library, in important colloquium rooms, at shows filled with loud loud music and hundreds of people, in front of drums while they are crashing, on anyone's couch in anyone's house, in class, and in beds I shouldn't be in (or should I?) I've been to doctors about this. "You must be tired," they say. All I know is ( Read more... )

Ever look at that phrase on all the money? "E Pluribus Unum". One out of many. Yeah, that phrase has a lot of currency in regards to me and you, and frankly, I feel short-changed.

waka waka waka! ::rimshot::laughtrack::

There are 3 distinct memories of cinco de mayo that I have ( Read more... )

This weekend I met up with great friends and we rode a garbage goat, drank or tried to drink Boones, went to the hospital, appeared in at least 58 of 175 pictures, walked 7.4 miles and participated in a phenomenon and payed attention at mass with no coercion. Basically had a perfect weekend. On the plane ride back I lost a few things of importance ( Read more... )

I like it.

What it's most like is saying "I'm nobody's fool" into a mirror while putting on clown makeup and honking my nose. I can't work I can't sleep I can eat eat eat though: "original fat fat" t-shirt on it's way! Tonight we made a poster with the largest words being GO METRIC and MOTHERFUCKER and hung it in quarry plaza, so be on the lookout. Everyone ( Read more... )

there was a party. Some guy thought it would be ok to steal my boots so I told him a thing or two. He said "this girl talks like John Wayne," and kind of sneered and looked back at his buddies, who weren't laughing. He had given me a very complimentary insult. I suppose I made a lot of friends that night, the kind forged in alcohol that ( Read more... )

My mother tried to forbid me to go out tonight because The Godfather is on. I've never seen the movie, and she frets over it, thinking it's a sure sign that I have no interest in "my culture" and that I owe it to my family ( Read more... )