yeehaw!
chris brought to my attention that it has been almost 2 months since I have written in this. Which is funny because the day he sent that, I was almost live journaled but got distracted.
I am taking a Russian Literature class and get this.
I have the choice of either
a) a TWELVE PAGE paper
or
b) acting in a play in the Kalamazoo Russian Festival.
Needless to say, I am opting for the acting troup.
I want to be the lead witch in this one Fairy Tale.
I smell a mini-roadtrip for you all in the general direction of say, kalamazoo, around oh let's say OCTOBER 29th!!! It's a Saturday.
It will be lame, but hell. How many times in our lives will Anne perform in some wierd Russian Folklore play? hahaha....wait. That's not really that surprising, knowing me, is it?
Who lives like this?!
lol, I will keep you posted as to which part I end up actually playing. Maybe I'll end up as a peasant.
My other English Professor told us the first day that she is bisexual, and worked for Hustler at one point in her journalism career. haha. I like her already. Even if she is fat and jewish.
My roadtrip was dreamy. I fell in love with the Rocky Mountains twice and Albuquerque twice. Santa Fe was horrible.
It was nothing but old white rich senior citezens exploiting native americans. It made me wretch.
That was the only downfall.
In rocky mountain national park, where we stayed for most of the trip (we went there once, and then turned around and went back because we loved it so much and missed it already and that's why roadtrips are great, freedom to do just that!)
We got up every morning and went hiking before breakfast, and before everyone else. We would hike for 2 hours and be back before our neighbors were even up. It was amazing.
The altitude makes you feel like you are high all the time because of the lack of oxygen to your brain! And cigarettes burn longer and drinks make you drunk quicker!
The first night, when we pulled into Denver (after driving 16 hours straight) we crashed at this fucking dive hotel in mexican-town ghetto (I would not suggest making reservations blindly on the internet like we did unless you KNOW the place you are going).
So anyways.
I turn on the TV and what is on? PORN!!
Beautiful.
Then we realize the TV won't shut off.
Then we lay in bed and start itching and search the bed for bugs. We didn't find any and realized it's probably because we haven't showered in almost 2 days. Then we down a $3 bottle of champagne, had crazy high-altitude sex, and slept like babies until Terry's cousin that lives there picked us up for dinner.
whew.
this entry is disjointed, forgive me, but I am typing it as it comes to me. Conversation-like.
ooooh, I've got hummous waiting for me.
I will write more tommorrow probably.
I miss you guys. big.
xooxx
Anne
I am taking a Russian Literature class and get this.
I have the choice of either
a) a TWELVE PAGE paper
or
b) acting in a play in the Kalamazoo Russian Festival.
Needless to say, I am opting for the acting troup.
I want to be the lead witch in this one Fairy Tale.
I smell a mini-roadtrip for you all in the general direction of say, kalamazoo, around oh let's say OCTOBER 29th!!! It's a Saturday.
It will be lame, but hell. How many times in our lives will Anne perform in some wierd Russian Folklore play? hahaha....wait. That's not really that surprising, knowing me, is it?
Who lives like this?!
lol, I will keep you posted as to which part I end up actually playing. Maybe I'll end up as a peasant.
My other English Professor told us the first day that she is bisexual, and worked for Hustler at one point in her journalism career. haha. I like her already. Even if she is fat and jewish.
My roadtrip was dreamy. I fell in love with the Rocky Mountains twice and Albuquerque twice. Santa Fe was horrible.
It was nothing but old white rich senior citezens exploiting native americans. It made me wretch.
That was the only downfall.
In rocky mountain national park, where we stayed for most of the trip (we went there once, and then turned around and went back because we loved it so much and missed it already and that's why roadtrips are great, freedom to do just that!)
We got up every morning and went hiking before breakfast, and before everyone else. We would hike for 2 hours and be back before our neighbors were even up. It was amazing.
The altitude makes you feel like you are high all the time because of the lack of oxygen to your brain! And cigarettes burn longer and drinks make you drunk quicker!
The first night, when we pulled into Denver (after driving 16 hours straight) we crashed at this fucking dive hotel in mexican-town ghetto (I would not suggest making reservations blindly on the internet like we did unless you KNOW the place you are going).
So anyways.
I turn on the TV and what is on? PORN!!
Beautiful.
Then we realize the TV won't shut off.
Then we lay in bed and start itching and search the bed for bugs. We didn't find any and realized it's probably because we haven't showered in almost 2 days. Then we down a $3 bottle of champagne, had crazy high-altitude sex, and slept like babies until Terry's cousin that lives there picked us up for dinner.
whew.
this entry is disjointed, forgive me, but I am typing it as it comes to me. Conversation-like.
ooooh, I've got hummous waiting for me.
I will write more tommorrow probably.
I miss you guys. big.
xooxx
Anne