Smallhouse Log

Thursday
"I'm buying a gun." -Heavens, 05/04/2004

What's more addicting than Facebook?

The Vegan Date Auction. I check my price everytime I go on the internet. Current standings: highest priced male at $7, second highest priced overall -beating out both Colin and that accursed brick of tofu. I was neck-and-neck with that tofu for a long time, yo. It was not cool.

Not that I'm addicted to Facebook, anyway. I douse it like prosthetic e-mail, though, and an improved version of stalkernet. That's really what it is, a kind of creepy cross between stalkernet and the pic book, so one doesn't have to use both to be a creepy stalker type.

It really does take almost all the fun out of it, though.

Wednesday

I have come to the conclusion that I am covered in cat hair.

And now, fun with Latin: 'He had to fake it 'til he fecit.'

Also, as any Latin scholar can tell you, Neminem (nobody) is the accusitive of Nemo. It occurs to me, then, that Eminem (which could be anybody) is most likely the accusitive of Emo.

Latin brings out some surprising truths, I'd say.

Friday

I learned an important life lesson this morning: Don't set your own arm on fire.

Scav hunt has been going now for 33 hours and 39 minutes. It's time for me to go to bed.

I'm psyched for Calvinball, though; I've wanted to play it for years.

Best item: #196. Mashed potatos and gravity.

Sunday

Oh, man, I'm so out of quotes. It's not even funny.

How can it be funny without the quotes?

Man, my tongue is kinda sore. I mostly blame that jawbreaker I was working on all of yesterday afternoon. I successfully broke through two whole bands of colour, but now I pay the price.

I had forgotten what an awesome and beautiful song "Hard to Believe" by The Way is. "Sunshine" by Witness, too. And let's not forget "For the Longest Time" by that great man, Billy Joel.

So, a weekend of partying. Not much to really say other than that I had a great time, and celebrated May Day in grand style. I also met Dewey's future RA, I think.

It was really nice to have a weekend off and just hang out. I did learn a few things, though. I now know just how useful arms can be, and I believe I may have discovered their ultimate purpose (and no, it's not carrying large amounts of lumber from Cobb to Shoreland at seven, ante meridian, on a Sunday in a pink coat and purple hat, though I did that, too). Also, beautiful women speaking French: I have a newfound appreciation for all of France. I think I'm cured of my anti-Frankism.

Gauls were still way cooler, however.

Thursday?
"Vermillion Legend: I conquer the town of 10,000." -Erin, 04/11/2004

So, I know I'm not topless, but....

This week feels like a waste. Maybe just because I was wasted the whole time. By wasted, I mean I was out of my mind with fatigue. Two papers back-to-back,one of which is both twice as long as you expected and a research paper (a fact you were also unaware of) that requires two outside sources, can do that to you.

So can love, if I remember my Davenport correctly, but the former was true in my case. Unrelenting weariness, up until last night when I finally crashed next to Kate in Geoff's room and ate a few slices of delicious, delicious banana bread.

Not to mention that Bio (and perhaps not sleeping) ganked my paper-writing mojo, so my SOSC paper sucked hardcore. Curse you, Bio, you ganked my verve!

In other news, my best friend Jeremy got a (dare I say the dread word) blog, as did our good evil friend, Paul! Also, I'm assuredly getting the room I want, and I have a Latin midterm tomorrow. Funny story: I thought I'd already take the midterm last week, but turns out it was just a quiz. Go figure!

And curse you, Google! You've de-mystified my obscure references for the last time!

A few pages later
"Say what you will about national socialism, at least it's an ethos." -Walter, The Big Libowski

Just a note: Christina Ricci is so hot. So. Hot.

Hott.