The Living Dead is not only an oxymoron, but ludicriously awesome.
If this internet journal were a great sailing ship then the captain would have ran it aground by being absent from the helm for over a month. Luckily this is not boat because I am very susceptible to a mutiny due to my irresponsibility and poor leadership skills. Also, I'd probably get sea sick. Although in an ideal world spinning those gargantuan steering wheels in a whimsical manner while my loyal men are drinking rum, doing jigs, and spouting some maritime jargon. That sounds like my kind of afternoon. I would thrust my callused hands skyward and all manner of marine life will spring forth from Davie Jones' locker and do a back flip. But alas, this is not a fantasy, candyland world and I would be fetally positionedly, curled up in a corner hiding from an angry, pitchfork wielding mob that used to be my crew. All the while my once sea worthy ship is taking on ungodly amounts of water thanks in great part to a coral reef I forgot to account for while charting navigations. (To be honest it was less of a plotted course and more of a rough sketch for the royal robes I would wear when I am the king of Awesomeleninopal) The boat would soon sink and be the new home to an entire colony of sentient barnacles that will spin the tale of the blunder that graced them with their new home. So, at least some good will come out of me neglecting my journal. God works in mysterious ways.
Stnews Brief: Yesterday, I was walking around carrying some chopped carrots, diced celery, cubed potatoes, lightly seasoned and browned beef, an open can of beef broth, and a handful of spices. Well, I totally slipped on some Crisco brand cooking oil and the contents of my hands shot straight in the air and fell neatly into the crock pot. I was feeling fairly lackadaisical, so instead cleaning I just covered it up. Unbeknownst to be the crocking pot was set at low so twelve hours later I was blessed with delicious stew. This is just another shining example of procrastination working out every single instance.
I have come to the conclusion that I have an obsession with WW2 movies. Lately, I have found myself watching the hit HBO miniseries Band of Brothers with my good friend Hannah aka: Scrappy aka: Palindrome. Kind of makes me want to be a tough as nails paratrooper with endless resolve, courage, and ingenuity. Then I realize my body is allergic to shrapnel and bullets. But, the glory of cinema is I can live vicariously though these dramatic interpretations of real characters without the risk of trench foot or grenade face.
Thursday evening the clouds convened in Weather Congress and passed a unanimous motion to make it snow bunches on Indiana, PA. This means the entire student body and their bodies bundle up for kid's sake and run amok in the muck. You can hear laughter and playing all through the campus because everyone got the great idea to have fun outside at the same time, including me and Palindrome. It is no exaggeration when I say every even moderate grade was desecrated by some thrill seeker on a piece of cardboard. It was winterwonderlandiful. That about sums it up.
In other news:
Finals are coming up and I am going with the tried and true wait until it's pertinent to study plan. Limbeck, one of my favorite musical groups, are playing in February and I was alerted of this by my good friend Matt Adams while having a delightful cup of dark roast coffee with a delightful not so dark roast girl. I have learned to use German to make vague sexual innuendo. Findst du mein Tasche? As of recently, I enjoy smoking tobacco at the hookah bar and sometimes even at the Marlboro bar.
That's it.
Kyle Lee Hufnagel
"It's not a picnic without Rigatoni."