Valentine's Day
"Let's have a Good Friday party -with lots of drinking!" - 'Bookie John', 04/16/2003
So, I just now finished fixing the iconic inconsistancies in the backlogue, and noticed along the way that a) I used to have some really cool MSN screennames, and b) I misspelled Zarya's name for much longer than I had been thinking that I had. Also, I accidentally used many quotes twice. Whoops.
I had thought that tonight, while everyone else was distracted, I might be able to get work done. *sigh* "It's no surprise to me, I am my own worst enemy." "Can this be? I am the worst thing that's ever happened to me." Props if you can recognise the second one, shame if you don't know the first.
So I spent the day filming a Kill Bill Spoof. I played a member of the 'Conservative 88s'. We found a ded mouse in BJ. I think I may really start eating at Pierce.
I should send Erin a valentine. Apparantly, today has nothing to do with a saint. Perhaps I should cave and drop that bit from my referrences thereto. Ah, well. Anyone else want a card, while I'm at it? They're made with recycled material. And they're in Latin.
"It is my belief that Valentine's Day is no day to be picking up women. Especially strange women. And every woman at this university is pretty strange."
Friday the Thirteenth
"Only child. I tickled myself." - Blake, 11/24/2002
So, 'work' on the backlogue continues. My screenname: Ten ninjas. That's also my wallpaper. How long has it been since my screenname was '00:06'?
Alla changed the IE font somehow. I actually like it better, but it bothers me that I don't know how she did it. Perhaps I shoudl find out.
So it's Friday the Thirteenth, raight? Well, Iouri had a really, really bad day. He had two exams today, two papers due today, and he broke his teeth somehow. I gave him a valentine to cheer him up.
I still haven't catalogued the CDs I got for Christmas.
Later that day
"I will hit you over the head if you get a concussion." - Anna B., 01/28
"I don't know what that means, but I know that I meant it."
"See? I'm not insane, in fact, I'm kind of rational when I be askin' 'Yo, where did all the passion go?'"
"Love is my motive; that's why I'm killing them."
I really like this song: Atmosphere - Trying to Find a Balance
Whoa, I think I just remember one of my rants that I wasn't able to write down. I don't feel like ranting now, though. Let me just say that Saturday Night Fever didn't answer any of life's great questions , it's harder than one'd think to pee on Henry Crown, I managd to get myself thouroughly depressed on the way home, and then Ruthie gave me cookies. Oh, did I ever mention that my current screenname is 'A calculus for our ardours'?
Apparantly, Loren Jan Wilson finished his classwork in 1999. He's supposed to graduate this spring.
Thursday
"We were having a nice coffee-shop talk here, and then it got derailed by screaming teenage girls.... as I wish more things in my life were." - Dinesh, 01/16
I just bought a T-shirt from the fencing club that says "Does your vorpal blade go snicker-snack?" For cheaps, too. Awesome.
I always forget what I want to post about by the time I get around to doing so. I did have a curious converation with the sun yesterday, though. Or rather, I yelled at it like a loonie. It went something like, "Aghhhh!! *sunglasses* Oh, you think you're so bright and shiny, huh? Well, hahaha, sucker! Bite me!" I really don't know why they classify the sun as male; it's so obviously female. I had seen (pluperfect, fwee!) the sunrise that morning, and it was soft and beautiful, but by afternoon, the sun was cold, unhelpful, and harsh. Bah.
So, I think I should've posted this earlier, but anyway. This one is pretty much done by now, but I think this one still has some life in it yet. I just think those things are so cool.
Speaking of so cool, I recently acquired two new webcomics worth reading. Questionable Content is a somewhat popular strip about post-education cynical indie kids, if you like that sort of thing. The art could be better, and the characters more distinct, but in a genre full of comics one almost can't tell apart, this one is at least funny most of the time.Fade Resistant, on the other hand, is a great (and, I fear, greatly unknown) comic about hicks and the afterlife. Maybe I just really like the idea of an afterlife with a loophole, maybe I just really like the idea of the Devil as a chubby, pimply, nerdy guy called 'Eno', or maybe I just really want a Julio Vargas plushie doll. In any case, check this one out. The art is good-looking, the characters have an awesome (but not necessarily large) amount of depth, and the plot resembles a dream in that it makes perfect sense at the time.
'Acquire fire' sounds really, really cool, don't you think?
Later that day
"Your narrow opinion of the Norwegians is going to be the death of you." - Heavens, 01/30
Wow! Ian is actually working on his website! What could this mean? It could mean that I'll be cleaning up the log of older posts, adding talkies, and maybe filling in the writing index.... fun!
But even more fun.... Mr. Hyde 003, 'Going All the Way' compilation. I should've posted that long ago. It is filled with awesomeness, all home-grown here in Hyde Park. Rawk.
I am sooo road trip this spring break.
Wednesday, Sixth Week
"I'd have to propel myself straight upward, using only raindrops." - Drew, 12/20/2002
I've still got a lot of homework to do before class, so I'll keep this short.
Fear.
In other bad news, Orange Rocks is effectively shutting down.
"I don't care if they're proud of us; we're loud enough, we're loud enough." - 'Power-Up', Soulcrate Music
Suicide Prevention Day
"I'm re-growing my abs." - Miss Anna Bertiger, 01/30
And this time, it's Anna and Josh I get to thank for signing my guestbook. I could get used to this 'two a week' thing.
So I'm thinking about becoming vegan. And my new screen name is 'A calculus for our ardours'. And I had a crazy fun weekend. Rather than tell it in chronological entirity, which is not terrible coherent by and other logic, I will tell of it by topic. And so....
I'm thinking about becoming a vegan. I'm certainly going to join the Vegan Society. The two main tenants of the Vegan Society are veganism (well, duh) and 'your mom' jokes. Deceit and various other knaveries also appear to be strong factors. With the possible exception of veganism, these are all quite attractive to me. Because of that, and for the same reasons I wanted to join SASA, I am joining the Vegan Society.
In fact, after the concert Friday, I went to the end-of-Try-Vegan-Week party, and Vegan Eric's apartment. It was boring at first, but then we started playing party games. We played 'I Never' for a while, and then switched to 'Truth or Dare'. In short, by the end of the night, no one was wearing a shirt, with one girl still wearing a skirt, and one that had managed to put her pants back on before she passed out on a couch. That would be A+, who earlier had tried to convince me that she was, in fact, me. She almost had me fooled, but slipped up and assumed that I was drinking beer.I don't drink beer, though, and the real me would know that. Speaking of fun nicknames, I finally pulled the "I don't tell people my name" thing in an environment sufficiently insulated from anyone who knew -or at least that could remember- my name. As a result, I had to keep doing dares so that they couldn't demand my name. Eventually, they just started calling me Nemo. Unfortunately, I did not realize at that time what an appropriate and cool nickname that was, and so I eventually caved and took the critical truth.
At the volunteer/performer party Saturday night, I found out that the party that had been at Max on Friday -which, incidentally, I almost went to, and which I know Alyssa and probably Lorange went to- also ended with everyone having stripped. Speaking of Lorange, since Will insisted his name was Will when she met him, she now thinks his name is Will. He initially complained to me about this, and seemed prepared to e-mail her and remedy the situation, but as of last night he had resigned himself to it. Poor Joel. But anyway, I learned of the crazy happening at this other party from Joan. I also learned that Joan has perfect vison and was instantly struck with the urge to marry her.
On a similar note, I got engaged again on Sunday. This one was even shorter-lived; it only lasted about eight hours. Jena apparantly was overcome with how cool I was and asked me to marry her. Of course, when a beautiful girl who also happens to be a good dancer asks one that, does one really refuse? But later, two significant facts were revealed. The first was that she's not that great a cook, and the second was that she apparantly isn't going to get married until she's thirty. Together, that was too much for me, and I had to break it off.
I don't know why I volunteered for two early-morning shifts. I only got about seven hours of sleep all weekend. You see, the Folk Festival dominated and was the very framework of my entire weekend. I had volunteered for so many shifts that I basically became a full-time volunteer. But in return, I got really nice tickets for every show, and two for Saturday, with the idea that I would procure a date.
This might have worked if I had begun looking before 9pm on Thursday. I won't go into that sad little adventure. Let's just say that I don't know as many available young women as I thought I did, and that I ended up giving the ticket to Nancy. But other than that -and even that was rather fun, if disheartening- I had a great Thursday. I think I may have learned more on Thursday than I did my first two quarters on colleg. Not only did I learn how to waltz, I also learned how to ice skate. Rock.
Speaking of Nancy, I must relate something she and I shared this past week.
And after all this, I came how with the express intent of sleeping all of today. Antoine didn't believe me when I said that I would still be asleep when he got back this afternoon. He was very wrong.
Chunks of my toes have been falling off. A few of them are still a charming shade of grey, though.
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