Several disturbing things have happened to me in recent times. Here they are:
1. So I graduated from
college and moved on to a much more exciting life, in which I bake lemon cakes, sleep a lot, and sometimes watch "Titanic" two nights in a row. YESSSS. I was supposed to live in Grinnell for the summer, but then it turned out that my life is a moneyless pit of despair, so here I am at home. Lookin' for jobs, munchin' on cookies, hatin' the world. I want to work
at Epic systems in Madison with all my heart and soul, but first I need to prove to them that I'm not the kind of bum who just sits around baking lemon cakes and watching "Titanic" two nights in a row. UGH WHY.
2. This is completely unrelated, whatever. DID YOU KNOW THE UNSINKABLE MOLLY BROWN ONLY SURVIVED THE TITANIC? I guess other people knew this. But seriously, for the last ten years, I thought she survived at least four famous ship disasters. I really don't think you can classify someone as "unsinkable" if they only survived one shipwreck. I guess maybe the other attempted sinkings were metaphorical. Either way, I feel like my entire life has been a lie.
3. One day I will write a long long treatise on the last three episodes of HIMYM and why I feel personally affronted. Not now though.
4. However, I just realized that the names of all the HIMYM characters are kind of strange and unusual and awesome. Barney? Robin? Marshall? How the fuck many people do you know named Barney? Once I knew a kid named Barnaby, and we called him Bananaby, which is why people don't have that name anymore. Because of me.