Friday
"Hasn't anyone ever heard of orogeny?" -Heavens, 01/11/2005
Just writing my paper early in the morning, listening to Atmosphere and hopped up on strong tea, I thought I'd express, again, how awesome a line the first half of "If she gives good brain, she can play with a halo" is. The very concept, combined with the play on words/ideas, alongside the knowledge of similar subject matter in other songs.... It's so freakin' profound, man! He doesn't just want another sex*, he wants a person he can connect with! "Hello, ma'am, would you be interested in some sexual positions and emotional investments? See, I'm not insane; in fact, I'm kinda rational when I be askin', 'Yo, where did all the passion go?'"
The last paper was thinly veiled fascist propoganda. This one will not be veiled. Also, Brian seems to see raw green onions as somehow not a breakfast food. Whatever, man.
So I just realised a few minutes ago, talking with Brian, the reason why I have been so unsuccessful at pulling all-nighters so far this year; namely, a lack of caffeine. Obviously, this is not a problem at present. Victory will be mine once more! Preferibly, more than once! HaHA! Well, back to work.
"East Coast, West Coast, Down South, Midwest: nowadays everybody knows how to get fresh."
* "I meant what I said and I said what I meant. An elephant's honest, one hundred percent."
Thursday
"I petted a couple of penguins at SeaWorld in Orlando. They are kind of a cross between a duck and a nun." -'Skippy', 01/20/2005
I had forgotten how good a peanut-butter-and-mustard sandwich could be. Especially with that horseradish mustard I just bought at Village Foods.... mmm.
Still writing papers. Sunset today was beautiful; a clead sky gradiating from, well, sky blue down to violet, then a bar of bright indigo: the ice out near the horizon, and finally, the rich, darker blue of the lake leading back to the shore. I'm not sure even a thousand words would have done it justice. (Not to be confused with Justice. Justice: Now available in beards!)
"And the trigger pulls! The bullets pepper the brick wall behind us, as the smoke fills the air. The captain yells to cease fire, and the crowd begins to wait, and stare.... and we're still standing. With smiles on both our faces, we spit their faulty ammo to the ground, and remind them once again that you can't kill heroes!"
Ash Wednesday, Sixth Week
"Euclid said there are infinitely many prime numbers. He proved it. I checked the proof." -Babai, 01/05/2005
"This is not for the uneducated."
That's how you begin an album, my friends.
"This here is from the neck up, a bubbling cauldron full of though; solidify emotion, cough it up, and this is what you got. This is what you're gonna get. I half talk this trash for the fun of it."
If I were of a sort ("si generis sum") to give title to to my ramblings, this one might well be titled "COMFORTING DUST". Or, possibly, the SoulCrate quote above.
"Man, remember that you are dust, and to dust you shall return."
This week, so far has been one of troubles. First, remembering that not only do I have homework to make up from the Festival, but I also have to study for a midterm. Next, Tricky goes missing. Not remarkable until one realises he missed going to dinner with Alice and her mother -if Patrick were a variable, such a value would be completely outside of his domain. (Like I said, I was studying.) Alice was very worried; I felt bad about my repeated "If only one of roommates died, I'd have a double" jokes. Also, Amanda (the RA, not that Amanda) seems unable to follow what may be one of my few pieces of genuinely 'good' advice; I fear she may end up making bad decisions in the end. If her will is strong, she'll be fine, but.... why risk it? Why tempt oneself?
So then Patrick returns, and has a legitimate, if not a pleasant, reason for being absent. (Not for not calling though.... What, did you think he'd gett off scott-free?) Anyone seen the Tribune? For today? Ash Wednesday?! GRRAH!
Until now, I never had anything against the media. They were alright sorts, in my mind. But I ask you, who. runs. a story. ruining. the career. of a priest! on. Ash! Wednesday! Not cool, yo. Now I'm certainly not getting a subscription.
Now, in fact, I'm making pudding. Culinary aberration-style puddin'.
Oh, and then I found out that the paper I thought would be due Friday.... would be due today at ten-thirty in the antemeridian; that is, class time. I had only three hours of sleep the night before, and between that and coming out of the Festival, I needed to sleep. So I slept. And then I effectively hit snooze. A bunch. Consequently, I was without enough time to complete the paper on schedule. Imagine me saying "Argh" in a dry, detatched manner at this point.
"So I slipped and broke my halo made of Play-Doh; you believe yours is real just because they say so. But I'll fix that stitch with a piece of tin foil: you do the same [bit] and swear that you've been loyal."
Later
E-mail is officially closed for the evening. HAH!
So, in general, the Carnival banners show great attention to artistic merit and very little to proofreading. I wonder what a 'car naval' would look like? (And here I thought great cars were made, not born.)
Laundry. Laundry would and should rock my socks. And shirts. And pants. I had to break out the 'emergency pants' today. It is a truth.
And apparantly the whole world has taken my "The people demand..." phrase to heart. Maybe the time is finally right for the revolution, eh, comrade?
Thursday
How does it go? .... "And the lines, on her face, I think of as my secret place." (The lines on her face? I can't remember the lyric exactly. It should've been on the list the other day, though.)
So on my way to campus, I totally see this blonde girl in a pink coat slip pretty badly on the ice, which was, incidentally, not that icy. As I returned from campus just now, I saw the same girl again, again slipping quite badly on not-that icy ice. The moral: Some people never learn. And by 'never', I mean 'not in the course of a day'. It's equivalent. You know, for a large enough equivanlence class.
There was something else, but I've spent twice as much time in the past twenty-four hours writing e-mails as sleeping. Rah! Things are looking good, though.
Well, better. And by better, I haven't commanded meteorites to strike me or asked anyone to stab me in the 'heart'.
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."
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