Wednesday, Fourth Week
"People in France have lots of attitude / They're snotty and rude / They like disgusting food" - 'Genius in France' by Weird Al Yankovic
Ummm.... I saw that Hannah left a message in the circle about how I never post. Yeah. Study break tonight was White Castle cheeseburgers, or 'sliders'. I'd heard the rumours, and decided I wanted to experience the full effect, so I had five. Lisa Travis was raight; they really lubricate one's digestive system, and leave one feeling strangely clean.
Yeah, so. 'Genius in France' is such a poor song, musicwise, but it's so insulting to the French that I can't resist it.
Not much has been happening. Well, nothing that would effect introspection, and therefore posting. So.
Wednesday, Third Week
"Prepare to meet your bald doom!" - Drew, 8/4/03
So, the Cubs lost, and I have no one to root for in the World Series. Let's not talk about that.
I must rant about Kill Bill before I go into the other details of my weekend. It is so awesome. So very, very awesome. Go see it. It is the best movie I've seen since The Princess Bride, and it got pretty close to that. I'd actually even say that the only thing that puts The Princess Bride ahead is replay value. Kill Bill has beautiful women, swordfighting, good special effects (as well as cool-as-cool cheesy ones), a goot plot, kickin' characters, and.... well, shaft. I can never remember all seven elements of great movies at once. It didn't really have explosions, but we can let that slide. Go see it! Now! Man, I didn't even blink for the last half-hour of it. So great, I tell you! I could've watched it for another four hours, no problem!
So what's been happening? Thursday.... um, I don't remember Thursday. *shrug* Friday: parties. Marina had invited me to her apatment party, which she promised would be really cool, and there was, of course, the Living Euphony. Since Marina's party didn't start until eleven, I decided I'd go to Euphony first. Semi-formal dress, in my case, translated as slacks, a tie, and jacket.... ish. I wore a blue shirt, purple tie, and pink jacket. Oh, yeah, and my pimp hat. People would not let me leave the dorm without a cane. I complied.
The Living Euphony kind of sucked. Discovered a new drink, the 'Bushido Deathshot'. I'll be keeping that one in mind for my birthday party. I watched the Cubs game there, too. It was tense. After that ended, I was about to leave, but Martin and Lydia showed up, and insisted I stay. Well, Lydia insisted, and so did an extremely drunk Joe Liss. So I did, for a while. Lydia soon became bored, but Martin, much to the disbelief of Lydia, was occupied with womanizing. He did not wish to leave. So Lydia and I left. I had told her about the other party, and she sounded interested, so we went in that direction.
On the way there, we were going to go past the co-op where she lives, and she invited me in to look around. It's really very nice, and so cheap, and there's a vacancy on the third floor that has its own bathroom.... I'm thinking about that one, maybe moving out next quarter, and into the co-op. I'd have to make sure that's cool with Housing and my parents.
When we got to the party, she commanded me not to abandon her, because she wouldn't know anybody. Then she found people she knew, and I abandoned her and went to the hookah lounge, where I spent the remainder of my time at the party. After a while, I popped out and found Lydia again. We hung out by the hookah for a while and talked some more, then she tipped the hookah over, and I walked her home. She invited me to a party next week. It was all very sweet. For the latter part of the evening, I kept finding myself somehow attracted to her; it's just like last time I hung out with her at a party, and I have no idea what it is. I mean, sure, she's cute and probably cuddly, but why wasn't I attracted to her before? Agh.
In other girl news, I've been walking a lot of girls around lately. On Friday, I walked Andrea home from the dining hall, and on Monday, I walked with Jenny over to the book sale on Lake Park. (See, this is why I put the Kill Bill bit first.) Andrea: Christian, intelligent, pretty, humourous, and of Romanian descent. Romanian.... *heartpat* So hot. Jenny: Crazy, cute Canadian. The first thing she ever said to me was "I'm a violent person." *heartpat* So hot.
That reminds me of what else I did this weekend. There was an awesome party on Dewey that I just sort of stumbled across while floorwalking. I danced all night long. So did Jenny. There weren't often many other people dancing, incidentally. I had lots of fun.
Other girls: Had a crush on Shannon for a while. She's the epitimy of cute. I mean that in the behavioral sense, that is, though she's plenty cute as well. Reminds me a lot of Lisa, actually. But Shannon's boyfriend proposed over the weekend. Her engagement ring is so cool. I guess that puts her firmly under 'just a friend'. There's also this girl Lint in Power with me. Vegan, foreign, first year. Cute hair, cute accent, cute in general. Doesn't live in Shoreland, though.
I'm kind of banking on the fact that no one at this school reads this, aren't I? In other news, Lisa seems to have been touched by God, and that's just blame cool. I've been praying for her even harder ever since I heard. Also, when I wake up tomorrow, I will be in the natural state; that is, I will be SPooNBruSh. I will also be vegetarian. You see, I had a good long talk with the vegans today, and they convicted me to take it up again. Oh, those crazy vegans.
Yeah, and I walked out of SOSC today to go to a meeting in Ryerson for CS concentrators. There was only one girl there at first, and she was bragging about how the pizza was her only competition in the room. A minute or so after the meeting started, another girls walked into the room. Now, the first girl was plenty cute, but this second girl was absolutely gorgeous. All the guys who had been in conversation looked smirkingly over at the first girl, who didn't look completely pleased about this turn of events. Then we all looked back at the second girl because, well, it was hard not to.
Yes, I'm a horrible person. And I think I may slowly be becoming over-sexed, which won't help my sexual frustration levels any.
Maybe I should just go watch Kill Bill again.
Tuesday, Third Week
"Meat can measure atom-scale vibrations." - David Grier, 9/29
That should be the last of the quotes from Truly Spicy Chicken. I'll get the rest of the poetry from there up sometime, too. On that note, I think I'm done with the reformatting. Now I just have the stuff that I've been putting off since I dropped the original 'Smallhouse' theme, like chaining this journal, putting up essays and the like, and, um.... actually, I've already redone the 'guestbook', and I'm quite proud of it. Go, check it out. And, yeah, that square with the hole in it.... I have plans. I'm not going to bring them up just yet, though. For now, I think I'm going to update the links page with more/different webcomics. I'll post agian after I'm done because I need to rave about Kill Bill and muse about girls.
Thursday, Second Week
"Do you see my shoes?" - Gwyneth Paltrow, 10/8
'Cause, yeah, I saw her. Could've reached out and molested her any of twenty-some times. Could've molested Jake G., too. I was that close to 'stars'. No Anthony Hopkins, though. What a shame, since he'd be the one I'd remotely care about. I was just there for the outrageous sum of money the give to extras. Look for me in the funeral scene; I should be visible a couple times at least.
So, I downloaded Trillian. It's really creeping me out, because it keeps making funny noises, and I don't know why. So creepy.
Yeah, and I've gotten more work done. At this point, the 'guestbook' is done, so everyone can go ahead and click that circle-thing icon. Obviously, I've formatted this page. Also, work has been done on the links page, so go ahead and click that arrow, though I'm still not done. But everything should, at present, be 'useable'.
Coui aye, there's a lot of 'quotation marks' in this post.
Tuesday, Second Week
"Then I grew up and life got sad." - David Grier, 9/29
I should go to bed soon. Even though it's about two hours before my usual bedtime, I'm not tired, and my early-to-bed roommate isn't even getting ready yet. It's just that I'm getting up at five or so, because.... Dude! I'm gonna be in a movie! Rock!
Work continues on the site. See that frontpage? Oh, yeah. The rest of the site will be somewhat like that in style, and I'll do it as I feel like it. I'll probably overhaul this page next (since it really needs it), but who knows what'll come after that. Maybe the links page? Maybe the 'guestbook'? It probably won't be the poetry, I can say raight now.
When I walk into my room after it's been closed up for a while, I invariably am struck with the thought, "Man! My room smells so darn French!"
Monday, Second Week
"I only have one kidney, and I don't know which one." - Drew, 6/15
Despite numerous troubles, I seem to have finally regained access to my own website. Fwee. Expect a lot of summer entries (well, not a lot, but some) to appear between this post and the one from finals week. Also, I've successfully redesigned the site. Who would've guessed? I still remain, however, a computer science concentrator who can't type. *sigh*
Tuesday, First Week, Fall Quarter
"Go and enjoy some local music that's been brought in, as well as some music from abroad that's from South Dakota." - KAUR DJ, 7/31
Today was a very beautiful day. The weather was beautiful, but that is, as always, secondary. The day just happened to have the perfect blend of struggle, placidity, and unexpected happenings needed to form an exceedingly beautiful day.
I ran someone into someone on my bike. It wasn't, for the most part, my fault; he just happened to have been pushed in front of me. A girl did it. I blame womankind. Ah, sweet, sweet misogyny.
I also was handed a ticket to an advance showing of School of Rock; so I went. It was enjoyable. I left DOC thinking one thing: 'I hope my bike wasn't stolen.' Then I realized that I wasn't wearing any underpants. Riding a bike commando is an interesting feeling.
I'd left a load of laundry in the dryer. I'd left my laundry bag in the computer lab. Neither were stolen.
Now that I've recorded the more striking events of this exceedingly beautiful day, I must attend to my Latin. Ta!
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