I AM DONE WITH UNDERGRAD.

Yay!!!

Next up: fun adventures in sunny summertime Seattle!

Bring tea for the tillerman
Steak for the sun
Wine for the women who made the rain come
Seagulls sing your hearts away
cause while the sinners sin, the children play

Oh lord how they play and play
For that happy day, for that happy day

Next week is my very last week of finals of my undergraduate career ( Read more... )

Our society will eventually be done in by laziness. 

All events that didn't actually occur presented here in italics.

I approach the register at the on-campus UW bookstore, my purchase in hand. I forgot to bring a pen to campus today and have no desire to write all my lecture notes in crappy, dull pencil. Plus, I lost my only black pen a few weeks ago anyway, so I'm willing to pay the exorbitant price ( Read more... )

When I was in high school, I played the role of Golde in Fiddler on the Roof. It's a great musical with a fantastic score, and I have nothing but great memories from being in that play. I also am a fan of numerous other musicals, one of which is Avenue Q, a show containing several adult themes and done entirely with puppets. (Think Sesame Street, ( Read more... )

There is a young poet named Herman.
He's not very good, but he's learnin',
Though he often offends
Because he so often ends
Alle sein Limericks auf Deutsch.

more limericks here. you can post your own as well.

Eddie Izzard came to Seattle and did two gigs last August. And I was in town! I missed them BOTH! and I didn't even HEAR about them until TODAY.

IDIOT!

these guys are coming to Seattle at the beginning of January.

I want to go. You should too. Let's go together.

AWESOME.

Final tomorrow. I'm going back to hitting the books... right... about... NOW.

Maybe the moment recurs daily at six, when commuters,
freed from the staring computers,
elbow and bump in unsought intimacy on a station
platform with you, and frustration
rots what is left of your strength. Maybe the hour comes after
dinner, when televised laughter
seeps from a neighboring room; maybe the time is the dead of
night, when you ponder, ( Read more... )