My computer is... in a word... sublime.
There's a little party in my computer. :)
Words can't describe, so I posted pics (which don't do it justice either).
I love my brother. <3
Thursday, December 23, 2004
Saturday, December 11, 2004
Does it kill the earth to know it cannot touch the sun?
So, today.
Interviewed for a TA position that I'm likely to lose to a perky blonde freshman. Lunch with Holls and Mimi. Interesting. Steele with Holls.
Entertaining things that Holls has done today:
Giggled
Hopped
Likely, more giggling.
Field trip in the VIP van. Interesting, cool, and dull. It needed space aliens or vampires or whatnot. Perhaps a heirophany would have mixed stuff up a bit. Oh well.
Class. Slept through presentations. Learned about a review session -- yay!
Cereal. Cause that's what I eat.
Post office. Mom drove me, so I could not get too wet. In the post office there was a guy and a chick, and the guy was very male shauvanist. Asshole: "You don't have a credit card? But all women just buy and buy and buy!" His girlfriend: *smile, looks at tiles*
< rant >
Omg! Why do women put up with scrawny assed pissants like this? Women really need to learn you don't need to buy a whole pig just to get some sausage. Or buy better pigs. I mean, other than this slightly offensive comment, he had that abusive energy around him. Scuzzy. The kind of man you'd give a wide berth to on the streets. Greasy, with the fuzzy wannabe beard that 14 year olds have, only he's over 20. Probably has a lack of testosterone. I probably have more testosterone and pent up anger in my little finger than he has in his shriveled little balls.
< / rant >
Kimmel. Inappropriate comment made in the middle of Comstock Avenue: "Mug me again." Stole music, threatened Holls, and here I am, stewing in my own juices and plotting deaths.
A poem for j00 --
She wasn't the brightest star
but she rose on my horizon.
She was constant,
she was loathsome,
she created rain.
Does it kill the earth to know
it cannot touch the sun?
Interviewed for a TA position that I'm likely to lose to a perky blonde freshman. Lunch with Holls and Mimi. Interesting. Steele with Holls.
Entertaining things that Holls has done today:
Giggled
Hopped
Likely, more giggling.
Field trip in the VIP van. Interesting, cool, and dull. It needed space aliens or vampires or whatnot. Perhaps a heirophany would have mixed stuff up a bit. Oh well.
Class. Slept through presentations. Learned about a review session -- yay!
Cereal. Cause that's what I eat.
Post office. Mom drove me, so I could not get too wet. In the post office there was a guy and a chick, and the guy was very male shauvanist. Asshole: "You don't have a credit card? But all women just buy and buy and buy!" His girlfriend: *smile, looks at tiles*
< rant >
Omg! Why do women put up with scrawny assed pissants like this? Women really need to learn you don't need to buy a whole pig just to get some sausage. Or buy better pigs. I mean, other than this slightly offensive comment, he had that abusive energy around him. Scuzzy. The kind of man you'd give a wide berth to on the streets. Greasy, with the fuzzy wannabe beard that 14 year olds have, only he's over 20. Probably has a lack of testosterone. I probably have more testosterone and pent up anger in my little finger than he has in his shriveled little balls.
< / rant >
Kimmel. Inappropriate comment made in the middle of Comstock Avenue: "Mug me again." Stole music, threatened Holls, and here I am, stewing in my own juices and plotting deaths.
A poem for j00 --
She wasn't the brightest star
but she rose on my horizon.
She was constant,
she was loathsome,
she created rain.
Does it kill the earth to know
it cannot touch the sun?
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