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"For the last time, No! I Will NOT SLEEP WITH YOU!"
Stupid Sims.
Tonight at work: I took the Cosmopolitan "What's Your Sexual Style?" Quiz and discovered (not to any great surprise) that I am a "Princess". Two of my coworkers who were also princesses and I formed a club, the only real condition for joining being that you had to be a "Princess." I'm pretty sure Cosmo is making us all crazy and stupid. Not that I can really argue with the helpful sex advice, tips like, "Try to remember his name during sex". I mean, that's solid stuff. Now I'm attempting to write yet another term paper, although things are not going as smoothly as I would have liked. There has been a little too much website updating and too little term paper writing, if you know what I mean. She's gone & she won't be back, you must be a happy man..." There was something else I meant to tell you and now I forget. If anyone out there in internet land is still awake, could you call me? I'm bored, and Princess Pain gets what she wants, dammit! Amendment: 11.14 pm. Oh, yeah, I remembered. All the people in my phil class are assholes. Every discussion period is, like, a contest: "Who can use the most four-syllable words in one sentence?" with bonus points given for sounding stuck-up, pretentious, self-righteous, politically correct, or just plain smart. I hate people who sound smart. I demand that they all be killed... "off with their heads!" Like I said, I'm a princess. If you've ever slept with me you already know this.
yesterday, in film studies, jittery from way too much coffee and tapping my pen unevenly on the desk in time with a weird clicking noise emanating from the ceiling of the classroom, tired and fading quickly in and out of focus, i noticed this, in small writing, on the bottom of my iced tea can. Does not contain any fruit jus. Or more literally translated, does not contain a single juice of fruit. Not a single juice. I slept well and had a shower and put on clean clothes and did my phil reading and now i feel slightly better-equipped to deal with the world.
if by daily you mean "a couple times a week". The Roving Pirate Queen rides the bus! The word "bus" should really be "bús", since I have taken to pronouncing it in the Spanish manner, just for the hell of it... just as Meghan and I (and, to a lesser extent, James) have taken to saying "much" or "at all" on the end of every other phrase. It's fun: mundane utterances become intrinsically funny, as in "fashion sense much?" or "think about those around you at all?" Anyway, back to the bus... For some reason, riding the bus sometimes seems like pure zen, although I can't explain why. It has something to do with being on the move, and unreachable by phone. I also went to the library in search of materials for my last-minute CompLit paper, which was distinctly un-zen. I hate those people who take books out of the library without checking them out, so the computer tells you, "Hey! Just the exact book you are looking for is right here, only two floors away!" and then when you go look it's not on the shelf. I'm sure in the end those people spend eternity in hell though, so it all works out. Hmmmm... what else? We went to see MUD at the Catalyst theatre, which was a very interesting play, about relationships formed over the internet (or in this case, in Multi User Dungeon, an internet-based RPG game). It has one very disturbing scene where the two main characters are having cybersex and it shows everything they're typing on a projection screen behind them. I will never be able to take sex seriously again. It reminds me of something that my Phil375 prof said several weeks ago: "the male, mounting the female and inserting his penis into her..." It really makes you want to take up a more appealing-sounding hobby, like pottery or gardening. I made a new mixtape for Meghan... which reminded me to ask, would anyone out there in Internet land like to exchange tapes? Or have cybersex? Just kidding. But not about the tapes. Mail me. Lastly, fun bonus quotation: "I'll turn him into a bug, put the bug in a box, put that box into another box, and mail it to myself. When it arrives I'll smash it with a hammer! Or to save money on postage I could just kill him." -The Emperor's New Groove
Well, it's officially official: threadless has the. officially official. coolest. shirt. ever. (except for maybe that one delias shirt that had velcro on the front and came with letters so you could stick your own messages to yourself... like "rock star" or "velcro kicks" or "i kant spell"... but this is definitely up there.) for pete's sake go order one. you just can't wear it on the same day as i wear mine, you big jerk.
the hallowe'en showing has been somewhat lame this year. We had one little unicorn, a tiger (?) and a harry potter who was very cute, but still... disappointing. It's nothing like when I was a kid and I dressed up as a lion with pantyhose on my head. My mother made me do it. I was only about 7 but i thought it was stupid. Powered by glosette raisins and bite-sized oh henry bars, I have finished my phil paper, and i think it's rather good. Now I might get inspired and finish up my reading in all my other subjects... right. yeah.
"i love industrial britain!" -Meghan "sometimes when he's dead he floats to the top..." "I just push him back down." -Jocelyn, and Angie, on Angie's fish "People need to, like, come to class more." -my FMS prof "Don't leave home without your left hemisphere-- that's where the action is!" -my psych prof "whatever the fuck ever!" -training day "organisms who go into the doctor and say, 'I don't feel well'..." -my phil prof, on the medical model of genetic disease Now I have to: make some coffee, find some socks, and catch the bus.
Now you see that evil will always triumph because good is dumb.
So. Erin asked Hettie "how it was going with the anthrax," and Hettie's like, "well, I've stopped taking it before bed... it was making me nauseous." The tone around the post office is light. How could it be otherwise? We can't really afford to be afraid. "There is no real magic... it's just a bunch of people wandering around." -my Shakespeare prof, on As You Like It
i was feeling very much alive and if i don't come back, read a little kerouac it'll be good for you...
Well, the pitas server has been up-and-down like Pogo Stick Barbie (did anyone else have her? I did) lately, so my good intentions of updating every day have been foiled. But I just wanted you to know... it's not that I'm not thinking about it. So: sixteen CDs came to me in the mail two days ago, which was fun. My instant temptation is to make a new mixtape using the songs I know I like from all of them, but instead I've decided to show some restraint. I am going to listen to ALL OF THEM, at least once, before I start taping. Yeah. Restraint. Woohoo. Yeah...
here is a haiku i just wrote about thursdays: You know, I'm surprised Japan hasn't phoned to give me honourary citizenship or something, seriously. I know this is very lame, but I just don't have the energy right now: work, marking, midterms, and term papers are all screaming for my attention. But I'm OK, and I'll be back soon, OK? OK. Oh: Angie. HEY! I'm sorry I haven't called you, I will tonight. OK? OK.
I'm so bored i'm probably going to die. I ate some cheesecake, read my phil, beat my old tetris highscore twice, and left messages on two answering machines. now i'm going to go lie down and wait for death to overtake me. it's been nice knowing all you guys. thanks for the good times. Oh, also: this morning I awoke mostly-froze to find a layer of fine new snow over everything. Meghan and I officially opened "falling on our ass season 2001-2002," so... go ahead. fall on your ass. You know it's only a matter of time. It's an inevitibility, like death, bad sex, and midterms.
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