Cold Frontin'
My assignment sense, or in this case, my sense of [hmmm-hmm-hm]or was on the mark. Today, [hmmm-hmm-hm] assigned a short story (actually, whatever writing we want to turn in, whether essay, story, or poem) just as I was developing my plot. I realized that my drug deal/use scenes in my story were not going to be very realistic, so I finally asked someone for help at lunch, while fearing that they would somehow be offended or worse, consider me a narc'. Fortunately, they seemed flattered that I asked. I feel so much more worldly now that I know the weight and going price for a blunt, or the meaning of "Flippin' bricks".
Last night, I went to a college fair. The combination of words sounds very madrigal and medieval to me, and the guilty excitement that I had was proportional. I put in a good word for David at the Davidson booth, and talked to local alumni guy from another school at their booth.
On the political front, I signed up to participate in some kind of school debate, after badgering the organizer to include me. "Are you a Republican or Democrat?" he asked, writing down my name. Hopefully, they will let me talk about the environment, and hopefully someone on the opposing side will be clueless enough to want to debate it. Things are looking up in the Senate race. Jim Bunning was up over 20 points, then 12, 8, 6, now he and Dr. Daniel Mongiardo are tied 43 - 43 in a Gavin/Hart/Yang poll. Clearly, somebody has momentum. Hopefully, I can get a list of all the Democrats and Independents in the precinct so I can call them all before election day. The powers at the local office had some kind of form telephone conversation, but for practical purposes, I'd rather skip the talk about John Kerry and cut to the Mongiardo. It's easier than walking outside, since it has gotten so much colder recently.
Hm, I have more than doubled my friends on here. The one character has just started a journal, and due to some confusion about 'friend' and 'friend of', I never added the other, so I am the mean person, it seems, though that is in style these days. I did not realize that the third person had a presence here until today, so I added him too.
I am copying some choice songs for my music-lorn friend, Dave, who told me a sad story about wandering into Sam Goody and leaving with a set of remastered Bob Dylan bootlegs. He vaguely mentioned Sufjan Stevens and The New Pornographers, so those he will hear. Of course, he will very soon go out and buy those albums so as not to bring the long arm of the law down on him.
Last night, I went to a college fair. The combination of words sounds very madrigal and medieval to me, and the guilty excitement that I had was proportional. I put in a good word for David at the Davidson booth, and talked to local alumni guy from another school at their booth.
On the political front, I signed up to participate in some kind of school debate, after badgering the organizer to include me. "Are you a Republican or Democrat?" he asked, writing down my name. Hopefully, they will let me talk about the environment, and hopefully someone on the opposing side will be clueless enough to want to debate it. Things are looking up in the Senate race. Jim Bunning was up over 20 points, then 12, 8, 6, now he and Dr. Daniel Mongiardo are tied 43 - 43 in a Gavin/Hart/Yang poll. Clearly, somebody has momentum. Hopefully, I can get a list of all the Democrats and Independents in the precinct so I can call them all before election day. The powers at the local office had some kind of form telephone conversation, but for practical purposes, I'd rather skip the talk about John Kerry and cut to the Mongiardo. It's easier than walking outside, since it has gotten so much colder recently.
Hm, I have more than doubled my friends on here. The one character has just started a journal, and due to some confusion about 'friend' and 'friend of', I never added the other, so I am the mean person, it seems, though that is in style these days. I did not realize that the third person had a presence here until today, so I added him too.
I am copying some choice songs for my music-lorn friend, Dave, who told me a sad story about wandering into Sam Goody and leaving with a set of remastered Bob Dylan bootlegs. He vaguely mentioned Sufjan Stevens and The New Pornographers, so those he will hear. Of course, he will very soon go out and buy those albums so as not to bring the long arm of the law down on him.