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Tuesday, Finals Week
"But I didn't start out as a facist; I was just supposed to be a costume designer." - Sarah Birge, 5/20
Yes, well, today I start packing. I also should register for classes pretty soon here. And my birthday's tomorrow. Fwee.
Why was I posting? Something about maybe working on the site? Meh.
Oh, yeah, and my screenname is now 'The Schlieffen Plan'. Go figure.
Wednesday, Tenth Week
"The adjective is lost in the sentence just as I am lost in your eyes, ears, nose, and throat." - One of the accapela groups on 6/03
I had half a post written on Monday, and then my computer stopped working. Graah. But here I am in Fred's again, re-posting and posting anew.
"I must be made of steel" - I wish I had a shirt that said that. It's off the the Men In Drag CD. The song is "I Just Threw Out the Love of My Dreams" by Weezer. The MID version is incredibly catchy; the Weezer, less so.
"Call me morbid, or absurd...." Hannah, Jeremy, and Kaleb are coming down for the weekend, since I sent them an email with that subject line inviting them. It's from song "Friend Is a Four-Letter Word", also off the MID CD.
Yeah, so, the long and short of the weekend is I was depressed on Saturday and full of love of Monday. I love my roommates, which I'd been praying for ever since I found out I didn't a week and a half ago, so that's good. End recap of last post.
On Monday, walking home in my dress clothes with a bouquet of flowers leftover from a memorial service in Bond, I passed by a black lady on the sidewalk. The woman said, "She's gonna be happy." At this, my heart leapt within me; it really made my day, for no discernable reason. I mean, they weren't for any particular girl; they were for all of the many young lady friends of mine I may run into, though I was certainly hoping certain of those young women would appreciate the flowers in a certain way, indeed. Wow, that was a lot of certain.
However, I screwed up but good recently. I don't think it needs to be talked about in detail here, but I broke Bernadette's trust through a misunderstanding, and now she thinks I'm immature in a bad way and I'm not sure if she's forgiven me yet.
In up news, talked to Erin for a good long time today online. Rock. In down news, I have to finish (heh) Moby Dick by tomorrow sometime and write un composición sobre el libro. I'd like to do it before the Michiganians get here, so I'd better start reading now. But, hey, with this crowd down here, my twentieth birthday won't be nearly as depressing. I wish I didn't have to pay to eat the food here at Fred's. That 3 Musketeers Bar is lookin'good.... mmm.
Saturday, Eigth Week
"As your friend, I just need to fondle your shoulders." - Bernadette, 4/30
I write these lines by candlelight. We had a blackout just after I started typing, and even now, as I sit back down, we dun know what happened.
Fortunately, I have a battery-operable stereo and an laptop computer. Meh. Everyone's in my room now, because we have all the candle, I guess. I changed my screen name from ' Slip, trip and kill me ' to ' Same song, shorter versus '. I'll probably change it again soon.
Well, lights are back, but people are still here, with lights out, drinking in the dark. Fun. I'll do this later, I guess.
Friday, Seventh Week
"My wrists are not strong enough right now, nor are my jeans stretchy enough." - Beth, 11/19
Just as I get over sleep deprivation from Scav Hunt, which caused me to skip most of my Monday classes, I get horribly ill and miss all of my Wednesday classes. Just as I get over that, I catch whatever Alice had, and now, though fully functional (intellectually speaking -and considering the hour) I feel like junk. My throat is closing up and all I can drink is hot tea.... or maybe other warm fluids, tea's really the only one I've tried yet (read: I've been drinking it constantly since before Bible Study last night). I'm just past the sunrise of an all-nighter, but I've got my CS done and my Math done enough, so all that's left is the Kant paper.
If I fall asleep while watching Matrix Reloaded tonight, I will be so pissed off....
On another note, it struck me tonight as I was doing my hopework in Beth's room that I really should start doing my homework with girls of the non-best-friend type, that is, arrange for the possibility that more will be accomplished than mastering a tricky proof or two.
I wonder if I can legitimately claim A.A. Milne's Eeyore as a Kantian character? Even so, I don't have a copy of The House at Pooh Corner lying around to cite from, so it'd not do me much good.
New MSN screenname: "Slip, trip, and kiss me!" - see the Spill Canvas's full-length album and/or two paragraphs above.
Wednesday, Sixth Week
"That's why I have to conquer my fear of hills." - Shaina Nelson, 12/21
I changed my screenname from 'The only hope for writing in Russia' to 'My breakfast darling'. I dunna really expect anyone to get either joke. Scav Hunt begins in an hour and ten minutes. I'll probably go down to watch The Hunt at eleven, though.
So I got shafted in the house lottery. 705, my precious, precious 705, was open until the person raight before me.... and I'm stuck in 703 with some random dude. I plan to build a giant nest and live like Big Bird. I can hardly believe I'm in a worse room next year than I was this year! This sucks! But at least I got a room in Fishbein, and at least I'm the only one that got shafted. Hey, Matt Bayne even got his single. Go, Matt. Speaking of going, I think I shall.
Saturday, Fifth Week
"You mean I could never be a pope? Aw, dangit." - Becky Free, 12/07
Haha! I have linked Bernadette before she linked me! Ha ha ha!
Beth and I both decided that the middle of the night was a good time to do stuff we really wanted to. In my case, draw cartoons. I had done a self-portrait in my own, standard, no-neck style the other day, so I decided to try some self portraits to see how I liked other styles, specifically the styles of El Goonish Shive, It's Walky!, It Never Rains, and the oldschool Bazooka Joe. (Now that I have access to a working scanner, I should get all those digitized for safety. For now, play with this.) They all 'turned out' pretty well (well, not the INR one), but I liked the Bazooka Joe version best. So did Beth, when I showed her. If I do start drawing comics, as I would like to, I think I'd like to go with mainly that style, though probably softened up with a little EGS and Walky. I also really like the way It's Walky! does clothing, but INR clothing looks so cool, too. Also, the Bazooka Joe neck was the only one I liked at all. What can I say? I love necks, and drawing them in sketches, but in cartoons, I rarely do. Wiggy.
The Living Euphony last night was great. "Gin tastes a lot like spinach.... spinach that burns." Yeah. Apparantly, I was there for 5.5 hours. I didn't get drunk! Woo, me! I sincerely hope I keep not getting drunk, too. I did get disillusioned witha few people, though -girls- but it's for the best. Crushes are cumbersome anyway, especially when one has had then since the first day of the school year. Not all crushes are like that, I guess.... I still have a crush on Ashley Bettman, after all, and that one's been around pretty much since I met her. That's only about five years even. *cough* Also, near the end I was flirting with Lydia. I knew that I didn't want to flirt with Lydia, but my methods of communication with girls seemed to be limited to flirt or ignore. So. I left not too long after that.
I need to go to bed now. You see, when I said 'Saturday', I meant '5 am on Sunday'.
If I could imitate Scary Go Round, I would. But how does he do it? "It's a robot, Mr Mayor. They're our metal friends from Japan! I read it in a book!"
My MSN screenname is "The only hope for writing in Russia". I don't really expect anyone to get the joke, so don't worry. Farewell, fast friends.
Monday, Fifth Week
"Why go to class if I can't eat?" - Geoff, 4/22
...because there's no pets?
