Mysteriously, this is shaping up to a good week, despite the usual didn’t-work-enough-on-the-weekend and stayed-up-late-Sunday. Tomorrow I am going to wear a dress with pants — this is a good sign. (Note to self: are you more shallow? Hair/clothes becoming theme) I am terrifically excited about Frontage Roads. Hopefully, I will be Editor this year, if this 800-word letter does me any good. I am sort of set on FR because I failed to get on the A Debate team this year, which upset me for a while and set off a lot of miserable wailing about 1580s and NEVER QUITE MAKING IT. Debate seems pretty unsurmountable right now — I’m already a year behind all my competition, because this is only my second year, and debate eats time like, uh. This is rationalization, though.
Anyway, short-term goals:
- change music on Opium to reflect current obsessions
- become Editor of FR
- sleep with Franz Ferdinand (band, not dead guy)
- finish Internal Assessment (topic: alternatives to Hiroshima and Nagasaki)
- publish first issue of the Horizon, bask in glory, obsess over typos
- process and upload Europe photos, some of which are pretty ok, in my opinion
- watch the first season of 24, finally
Drown! Drown in a puddle of self!
would it be inappropriate for me to say you looked fantastic today? probably. never mind then! where did you end up eating?
would it be inappropriate for me to tell youthat I ran into your dad int he ECE building the other day, and he informed me that my ipod is “the anti-college device”?
…no, I thought not.
he’s just annoyed with my incessant whining about wanting one
HEE! Arman! I just saw that guy! WOWEE!
Hey man, rememeber the Dirt, man, dirt’s cool…
Also, that Ben guy is clearly rife with sexual fervor for you.
And who wouldn’t? lol. besides, I was joking… mostly.
Arman, oh my G-d, you are so classy!
And without doubt a really clever guy.
Your ambition strikes me as quite snazzy,
Cause epic poets are in short supply.
And would you, dear Anush, sleep with all four?
Pardon me for saying that you’re loopy!
But if you really did it, I’d be sure
All of them would think you quite the groupie.
Sweet Ben is roundabout and indirect,
Which naturally leads me to suspect
He’s got love bugs buzzing in his bonnet.
Bilal’s stark raving mad, I plainly see,
But if you want some crazy, look at me –
Writing comments in a fucking sonnet!
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