Today was day from hell. Was actually asked if I was ok, pfft. Spent most of debate class moping around, bemoaning the loss of my topicality accordion, and trying to get my partner to stop playing Snood on his (insult to injury) Powerbook. Things improved around 3:30 when the school was attacked by terrorists. The lockdown lasted until 4.30ish; no one died.
I cut my hair, and I liked it a lot, but I can’t make it behave. I will never master the girly arts. Never never. Also I visited Lea on Saturday and slept over on her couch in the dorm. My mushy love for college fills me like a Twinkie. I dream of escape.
The ratio of number comments to entries in this thing is nearly 10:1. There are four explanations that I can see: 1) my entries are so pithy as to inspire much discourse, 2) you people talk too much, 3) I allow too much time to pass between updates, or 4) I should really, really cure the plague of comment spam.
I demand pictures of this “haircut” you speak of. And twinkies.
Someday, I am going to put all the hilarious things you say in my profile. Maybe that day is today.
etan: i promise pictures every time and i do not deliver. this time i will. reallyyyy.
aaron: =]
ugh, i originally put 3 reasons although there were actually 4. dork dork dork.
Pictures now! NOW!
Now?
Now.
(now)
^.
I mean, if I can post photos of Captain Condom…
i'’m writing you right now FROM the Mo Rocca guest lecture i’m attending. Mo Rocca! yeah!
four of us in a row just whipped out computers and started playing around while we wait for them to fill the ballroom & start the show, hehe, two dells and two macs.
college does not magically solve all problems.
I have to disagree.
nature abhors a vacuum.
franzi — probably, it doesn’t. however, it would solve my more immediate ones and i guess i’ll get to the other ones later. i want new things !
college replaces old problems with new, more exciting, but also more fundamentally disturbing ones.
on a lighter note, I expect that you will stick around after school tomorrow, as Smeltzer has confirmed that he and I will in fact be rocking the casbah, given that “the casbah” is defined as westwood , and “rocking” is defined as showing up at.
nice, arvind, nice
reminds me of “and by f-ing i mean…”
anush, you know college has not solved all my problems… we sat up until four in the morning talking about my problems.
and making fun of people.
Pictures?
Ahem.
I can do this forever.
…and ever…
you shouldn’t, though.