7 minutes spent (in vain) trying to come up with a good subject line.
1) Went to Martinsville, my parents are the best, had a Ward family singalong to "The Joker." When I was much younger this woman used to come once a week to clean the house (Mommy always precleaned before she came, though). So this lady's name was Maureen, and my father would sing the song and because Maureen was so similar to Maurice, he eventually started calling this cleaning lady "the space cowboy." Daddy liked my ramen salad, which proves that it was bland as hell and probably disgusting.
2) Asked Boyd Berry about linguistic phenomenon of forgetting the literal meaning of an idiomatic expression, was disappointed when he said, "I'd just call that...cliche." He suggested I ask Sachi Shimomura, who was my Western World Lit professor last semester (one of the most boring classes I've ever attended).
3) Boyd Berry made noises like a percolator in class, which reminded me of marching band when the girls would clap and chant, "It's time for the perculator, it's time for the perculator," while one girl would break it down in some kind of freestyle dance. So I'd say, "It's time for the percolator," do my own little dance and end it with the Maxwell House song.
4) I have half a semester's worth of reading to do still because I'm a lazy ass and I should've known that purchasing Grand Theft Auto: Vice City was NOT in my best interests. On the other hand, I found the CD for The Sims at home and was planning on bringing it back with me but decided otherwise at the last minute because I knew it would mean sleepless nights building a bullshit family with a statue of a man in repose in every room of the house (to up the Room stats).
5) I've got "I Just Can't Wait to be King" stuck in my head, or rather the opening measures of it.
6) I need to clean the apartment, but I should probably wait to do that after I've done all my work for this week.
7) I need to call Joel and make plans with him, probably for this Thursday or Friday.
8) A dog at the SPCA attempted to seduce my leg thrice yesterday, each time biting an article of clothing.
9) I ironed my hand.
10) I have a poem up for workshop tomorrow, and it's makin' me all nervous and jittery.
11) Oh my God, I'm going to fail my women's studies midterm.
12) It's okay, I'll be fine, hopefully reading will be enough to get the stuff in my head.
13) It's funny that going to class has nothing to do with learning anything about women's studies whatsoever. I mean, sure, we talk about body image and the media's portrayal of the woman's role and stuff like that, but...I feel like that's stuff I already picked up on on my own.
14) Oh my God, I'm going to fail my women's studies midterm.
15) I got to rant to my friend Josh about the necessity of free higher education today.
16) I still have my Wonders of Technology textbook for NO reason at all. I wonder if I should trash it or try to do something constructive with it, like art.
17) Ha, "art" and "constructive."
18) Okay, so it can be constructive if you make a valid point about a particular thing that's going on. It's constructive in context, occasionally.
19) But art shouldn't have to be constructive, it's not a requirement.
20) Okay, MY art could never be constructive.
2) Asked Boyd Berry about linguistic phenomenon of forgetting the literal meaning of an idiomatic expression, was disappointed when he said, "I'd just call that...cliche." He suggested I ask Sachi Shimomura, who was my Western World Lit professor last semester (one of the most boring classes I've ever attended).
3) Boyd Berry made noises like a percolator in class, which reminded me of marching band when the girls would clap and chant, "It's time for the perculator, it's time for the perculator," while one girl would break it down in some kind of freestyle dance. So I'd say, "It's time for the percolator," do my own little dance and end it with the Maxwell House song.
4) I have half a semester's worth of reading to do still because I'm a lazy ass and I should've known that purchasing Grand Theft Auto: Vice City was NOT in my best interests. On the other hand, I found the CD for The Sims at home and was planning on bringing it back with me but decided otherwise at the last minute because I knew it would mean sleepless nights building a bullshit family with a statue of a man in repose in every room of the house (to up the Room stats).
5) I've got "I Just Can't Wait to be King" stuck in my head, or rather the opening measures of it.
6) I need to clean the apartment, but I should probably wait to do that after I've done all my work for this week.
7) I need to call Joel and make plans with him, probably for this Thursday or Friday.
8) A dog at the SPCA attempted to seduce my leg thrice yesterday, each time biting an article of clothing.
9) I ironed my hand.
10) I have a poem up for workshop tomorrow, and it's makin' me all nervous and jittery.
11) Oh my God, I'm going to fail my women's studies midterm.
12) It's okay, I'll be fine, hopefully reading will be enough to get the stuff in my head.
13) It's funny that going to class has nothing to do with learning anything about women's studies whatsoever. I mean, sure, we talk about body image and the media's portrayal of the woman's role and stuff like that, but...I feel like that's stuff I already picked up on on my own.
14) Oh my God, I'm going to fail my women's studies midterm.
15) I got to rant to my friend Josh about the necessity of free higher education today.
16) I still have my Wonders of Technology textbook for NO reason at all. I wonder if I should trash it or try to do something constructive with it, like art.
17) Ha, "art" and "constructive."
18) Okay, so it can be constructive if you make a valid point about a particular thing that's going on. It's constructive in context, occasionally.
19) But art shouldn't have to be constructive, it's not a requirement.
20) Okay, MY art could never be constructive.