Tuesday
"You're probably familiar with the nature of being an indentured servant." -Susan Burns, 01/10/2005
In awesome news today, Nothing Nice to Say is making a comeback. Go, Mitch Clem. Also, Men in Hats has returned from a long, unannounced hiatus. Go, Aaron Farber. But what really made my day was coming home to find in my mailbox a package. A package containing my copy of WaterLizard Comics #2, several buttons, two sketches, and an apology. I honestly thought those might never come, but apparantly extreme stress doesn't keep people from pulling through. Go, Reggie Reno.
And so, despite the fact that I had stopped reading them regularly, this post is essentially entirely devoted to webcomics.
Wait, no it isn't. You see, in AI today, there was this high-pitched noise from the back of the classroom, apparantly very annoying to everyone else. After a short time, we decided to go to another room. Quite literally, immediately after this decision is made, before everyone even has the chance to stand up, it just stops. Just.... stops. And we sit back down and get on with class.
"Done, doomed delerects, down with the S.C.: SoulCrate, sucker; I'm a lab rat, test me."
Monday, Fifth Week
"Yeah, I tried to do my grandfather once." -Laura, 01/17/2005
"I daydream about a good night's sleep." -Storm Before the Calm
Actually, I've been sleeping well lately, but songs about not doing so seem to be on my mind. And today, 1945: "Ah, but I knew you before your legs were sexy, before your eyes turned such an awful blue." Not to mention, "She's a long leather whip, with a perfect pair of hips." Or, "There she goes, on her own, in a sea of fornication, trying to prove we were wrong." For that matter, "We'll have some fun, destroying California," and "Why can't you lie to me? Why can't you lie to me?"
Shucks, even "You said I'd be better when I left her, O-hi-o."
Hopefully, Dylan will soon pay back the many favours he owes me by sending me the CD, or a copy thereof. Then lufe shall be sweet indeed!
Yeah, that was supposed to be "life", but some typos are too funny to fix.
I take it all back, the take-all is, "I can't go back in time.... to when you were beautiful."
Saturday
"Mmmm, ninety-year-old men." -Laura, 01/17/2005
I've come to realise that I really don't want to be doing this Volunteer Coordinator gig. It's a headache and a half. I never should have agreed to do it. It's such a huge source of stress, and so on, and so on.
But I have to do it. I agreed to. So here I go, back to slaving over e-mail. Argh.
In good news, Zarya apparantly added me to her new MSN contact list. That actually made my night. Thanks, yo.
I just overheard someone say "Meat and oat meal, that's the only thing he eats.... that's why he's made entirely of protein."
Friday
"I know this one Irish guy named Dana. I know this other guy named Dana; he's not Irish!" -Dylan, 12/23/2005
Quote post!
I: "I'm an aesthete."
D: "What's that?"
I: "Someone who practices aesthetics."
D: "Isn't that knocking people out?"
Ian says something about how his spare pair of pants are not that comfortable.
Patrick: "Are they more comfortable with broken glass on them?"
Ian: "No."
Patrick: "Then you probably shouldn't encase them in glass."
Tuesday, Fourth Week
"You're running against the course of my.... blood!" -Danit, 01/17/2005
First, stuff that happened after that last post: I ran the polar bear run, but I forgot my jock strap, so I had to do without. But don't worry! I made a makeshift frontal loincloth out of a scarf, and things went on according to plan. Also, as I did sound for the SUP poetry slam that night, I absconded with two more armfuls of Cracker Jack. I now have to much to fit in the stache. Rah, Cracker Jack.
Weekend was of the snow. Went sledding in the suburbs with cousens. Picked up the final Christmas present, which was, in fact, a turntable. A rather nice one.
In other news, there is still good in the world.
In other other news, Dylan now apparantly has a website.
I'm sure there's lots of things I'm forgetting to write about, but oh, well.
Friday, Third Week
"Cut the crap, Hamlet! My biological clock is ticking and I want babies NOW!" -Knock 'Em Dead's production of The Complete Works of Shakespeare, Abridged
Well, I got another Kangeiko T-shirt. And I've been gradually cleaning the room. I forgot, however, what I intended to post about.
While cleaning, I found my secret stache of Cracker Jack. It is deliccimus.
Later that night
"You just haven't found that special second someone yet, that's all." -Geoff, 10/27
Conversation tidbit from a while back:
Amanda: "My father is hot."
Brian: "My father is TOTALLY hott."
Also, I finally typed up my account of SauceStock. It's way back in the old posts, but it's there.
So I've got this quiz tomorrow, raight, over the geography of pre-modern Japan. The instructor (Shouldn't it be 'instructrix'? Or at least 'instructress'?) said that the study materials for it are on chalk. You know what's on chalk? OK, pretty standard, a list of places to identify. But what else? Oh, a blank map. No, wait make that two blank freaking maps. I mean, really. What is this. Come. On.
*grumble*
So, then, a quick summary of the break: Worked for a week (one of those hott Fryn' Pan waitresses from the summer works at Denny's now), hung out with friends and family for a week (my cousin wants to be a nuclear engineer), NatGat in Colorado for a week (warmer than Chicago or Sioux Falls). This, my friends is where stuff happened. But I didn't have my notebook. So I didn't take notes. So I've forgotten most of the specifics. A few I can recall: Rum-soaked miniature cigars = really good. I learned how to play 10,000. The hymn "Alleluia, Sing to Jesus" is even cooler at double speed. Who incorporates a praise & worship band into a sung high mass? Apparantly, no one else thinks sleeves are the hottest thing ever. Met some really cool people from Barbados, partied with Province Seven, belted out "Somewhere over the Rainbow" for karaoke night. "You have stolen my heart, my sister, my bride": Don't go to the Bible for pick-up lines.
And, of course, there was all the fun stuff with the young Episcopal guys and the young Episcopal girls and the crushes and the notes and the disappearing together during the dance and whatnot. Wow. I'm glad I have a girlfriend; kept my head clear and out of the thick of that whole mess. Though I must admit, it could have been a very (even more) interesting week if I were single. In fact that was part of the whole mess; most of us young Episcopal guys already had girlfriends, but not everyone was as.... forthcoming about it, so to speak. And some, one could say, just downright changed their minds. At the beginning of the week, we were even making hook-up bets; my guess was totally off, so it's a good thing I never put any money on it. As for me, I just made a lot of new friendships, reinforced a lot of old ones, and had a lot of good times.
Oh, yeah, and I bought a nine-foot bullwhip. The store where I bought it had so many cool things, like metal playing cards with sharpened edges so you could use them as thrown weapons. And blow darts! So. Cool.
And as a pleasant surprise, Leah's hair is now a brownish-reddish-purple. It's so hott.
"I heard about you, I got your PGP key, I write you letters every day."
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