and i won't know anyone
I have a Brand New song stuck in my head. Weird.
Speaking of having songs stuck in your head, I will have you all know that I'm a fucking psychic.
How are those things related? Why, I'll tell you. Last night Brandi was dicking around in the vicinity of her computer as I danced in her doorway (your pretty standard Tuesday night in 103) when she says, "Hey, guess what song I've had stuck in my head for the past few days." To which I replied, almost immediately, "I'm the Only Gay Eskimo!"
So she starts hyperventilating and asking me why I would say that and I'm like, "Ummm, what?" And it turns out that was the song she was thinking of.
FIRST of all, that's not even a real song, persay, so much as a musical skit. SECONDLY, I'm not sure there could have been a more random answer to that. And yet, I somehow guessed it.
Brandi was pretty freaked out. Frankly, I think we can all be a little disturbed by my superior mental powers.
In addition to that, on Monday night, I had a psychic moment with Dr. Morrison as she happened to verbalize the very thought I was thinking at the time, nearly word for word. Although I'm not as confident that this was a psychic experience so much as I've been stalking her for so long that I just know how she thinks.
The Writing Center has been so boring lately that I almost wish someone would come in and hold me at gunpoint just to get an adrenaline rush. So far, no such luck.
So, what else...
The Justin Timberlake concert was effing amazing. I don't care what anyone says, that boy dances like it's his job. Oh wait, it kind of is. Anyway, he was sooooo entertaining and really made it the money's worth. Although I'm still glad I didn't have to pay the full ticket price of $95. Man, that show was a good time. And Pink exceeded my expectations as well. She's a ball of fun.
The Superbowl? Eh. I guess I'm glad the Colts won. I mean, if they're gonna go through all the trouble of beating us, then they might as well take it all the way to the big win. And in spite of myself, I like Peyton Manning. Damn his charm! Don't tell my family.
Went bowling last Saturday as well. Let's put it this way... I'm no bowler. I'm pretty good at drinking pitcher beer and tossing the ball in the general direction of the pins, however. Best quote of the day/night belongs to Andrew who said, "Man, this bar is crazy!" Then there's Jordan's reply which was, "... This isn't a bar." Hahahaha, oh you drunkypants.
So it's official, I'm headed to Boston for spring break! I can't wait... I miss my brothers and sister-in-law a lotttt. And I miss MA in general. My love for MA is just another reason why John Krasinski and I should get together.
Speaking of Krasinski... I don't know how much more of this Jim/Pam angst I can take. I realize that Jim had to suffer a lot longer than Pam is now, but seriously. What about MY suffering?! Doesn't that count for anything? Unresolved sexual tension is only hot for so long.
All right, I'm gonna get back to reading The Old Curiosity Shop. I'm digging it so far. How about I share an excerpt?:
'She's so,' said Quilp [...], 'so small, so compact, so beautifully modelled, so fair, with such blue veins and such a transparent skin, and such little feet, and such winning ways [...].'
...
Ewwwwwwwwwwwww. Pedophilia really never gets any more tolerable, now does it.
If you're gonna say something about my Peter Pan obsession, I'll tell you right now to shut up. That's obviously different. They WANT him to be sexually attractive!
Shut uppppppppppp!!!
love,
audacious
P.S. I'm still in the running (as far as I know) for the Lead America conference... hopefully I'll find out a final answer soon! Send me some luck :-)
Speaking of having songs stuck in your head, I will have you all know that I'm a fucking psychic.
How are those things related? Why, I'll tell you. Last night Brandi was dicking around in the vicinity of her computer as I danced in her doorway (your pretty standard Tuesday night in 103) when she says, "Hey, guess what song I've had stuck in my head for the past few days." To which I replied, almost immediately, "I'm the Only Gay Eskimo!"
So she starts hyperventilating and asking me why I would say that and I'm like, "Ummm, what?" And it turns out that was the song she was thinking of.
FIRST of all, that's not even a real song, persay, so much as a musical skit. SECONDLY, I'm not sure there could have been a more random answer to that. And yet, I somehow guessed it.
Brandi was pretty freaked out. Frankly, I think we can all be a little disturbed by my superior mental powers.
In addition to that, on Monday night, I had a psychic moment with Dr. Morrison as she happened to verbalize the very thought I was thinking at the time, nearly word for word. Although I'm not as confident that this was a psychic experience so much as I've been stalking her for so long that I just know how she thinks.
The Writing Center has been so boring lately that I almost wish someone would come in and hold me at gunpoint just to get an adrenaline rush. So far, no such luck.
So, what else...
The Justin Timberlake concert was effing amazing. I don't care what anyone says, that boy dances like it's his job. Oh wait, it kind of is. Anyway, he was sooooo entertaining and really made it the money's worth. Although I'm still glad I didn't have to pay the full ticket price of $95. Man, that show was a good time. And Pink exceeded my expectations as well. She's a ball of fun.
The Superbowl? Eh. I guess I'm glad the Colts won. I mean, if they're gonna go through all the trouble of beating us, then they might as well take it all the way to the big win. And in spite of myself, I like Peyton Manning. Damn his charm! Don't tell my family.
Went bowling last Saturday as well. Let's put it this way... I'm no bowler. I'm pretty good at drinking pitcher beer and tossing the ball in the general direction of the pins, however. Best quote of the day/night belongs to Andrew who said, "Man, this bar is crazy!" Then there's Jordan's reply which was, "... This isn't a bar." Hahahaha, oh you drunkypants.
So it's official, I'm headed to Boston for spring break! I can't wait... I miss my brothers and sister-in-law a lotttt. And I miss MA in general. My love for MA is just another reason why John Krasinski and I should get together.
Speaking of Krasinski... I don't know how much more of this Jim/Pam angst I can take. I realize that Jim had to suffer a lot longer than Pam is now, but seriously. What about MY suffering?! Doesn't that count for anything? Unresolved sexual tension is only hot for so long.
All right, I'm gonna get back to reading The Old Curiosity Shop. I'm digging it so far. How about I share an excerpt?:
'She's so,' said Quilp [...], 'so small, so compact, so beautifully modelled, so fair, with such blue veins and such a transparent skin, and such little feet, and such winning ways [...].'
...
Ewwwwwwwwwwwww. Pedophilia really never gets any more tolerable, now does it.
If you're gonna say something about my Peter Pan obsession, I'll tell you right now to shut up. That's obviously different. They WANT him to be sexually attractive!
Shut uppppppppppp!!!
love,
audacious
P.S. I'm still in the running (as far as I know) for the Lead America conference... hopefully I'll find out a final answer soon! Send me some luck :-)