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i've had that "candy rain" song stuck in my head for two fucking days.....i mean, soul for real??? am i fracking kidding myself? it is obvious what radio will do to impressionable young kids in the 90s. it will make them have soul for real stuck in their head 10 years later, non-fucking-stop.
life is busy. i'm really glad i decided to bring back the planner this semester, because i would've killed myself without it. i've still got to write a 10-20 page paper over live music venues closing in austin, and i am DEFINITELY not done with research on that. i mean, the fucking research alone is killing me. i've been reading this guy's column, "Dancing With Architecture", in the austin chronicle, and i'm only through 1995. and it started with 1995. and i can't find pictures of all the lesser-loved clubs. i mean, people can't shut the fuck up about raul's and soap creek saloon, but when i ask about mercury room or the jade room, no one's got anything. and i still need to interview my second person for the same class. supposedly cindy cashdollar is interested in doing it, but i'd have to do it on monday or tuesday or something. AND i've still got to transcribe all of my interviews. all for that one fucking ethnography class. headache to the max.
but....life is also looking up, right? i guess. it's almost 1:00, so i get to leave work for san antonio. and nick might miss his plane, which is just peachy. and i have to sleep on a horrible trundle bed for 4 days. and school still isn't over. and lindsey gets to go to north carolina for a week, and all of her friends actually want to see her. probably including one of mine that didn't want to see me.
jesus christ. mope-ing is so annoying. so i'll leave out on a high note. this article was featured in the most recent texas travesty, and it's almost enough to not make me miss the hymen annhilator:
Carole Keeton Strayhorn chokes on 'one tough piece of meat'
Austin- While dining at a local Luby's Cafeteria, Carol Keeton McClellan Rylander Strayhorn choked on a bite of her liver and onion platter.
Strayhorn, who ran for governor as an Independent, had been enjoying a late lunch when she was shocked by how horribly overcooked her meat was.
"It was really hard to swallow," Strayhorn said as she reapplied adhesive Polident Dentu grip and adjusted the Velcro on her tan S.A.S. shoes. "I just want to be honest with you, Texas, that liver's a no good eatin', vomit inducin', denture breakin' phony son-of-a-gun!"
After recovering from her brush with death, Keeton McClellan Rylander Strayhorn mused with the various members of the waitstaff about what her new self-declared moniker should be, unable to choose between "Still Alive" and "One Hawt Grandma."
life is busy. i'm really glad i decided to bring back the planner this semester, because i would've killed myself without it. i've still got to write a 10-20 page paper over live music venues closing in austin, and i am DEFINITELY not done with research on that. i mean, the fucking research alone is killing me. i've been reading this guy's column, "Dancing With Architecture", in the austin chronicle, and i'm only through 1995. and it started with 1995. and i can't find pictures of all the lesser-loved clubs. i mean, people can't shut the fuck up about raul's and soap creek saloon, but when i ask about mercury room or the jade room, no one's got anything. and i still need to interview my second person for the same class. supposedly cindy cashdollar is interested in doing it, but i'd have to do it on monday or tuesday or something. AND i've still got to transcribe all of my interviews. all for that one fucking ethnography class. headache to the max.
but....life is also looking up, right? i guess. it's almost 1:00, so i get to leave work for san antonio. and nick might miss his plane, which is just peachy. and i have to sleep on a horrible trundle bed for 4 days. and school still isn't over. and lindsey gets to go to north carolina for a week, and all of her friends actually want to see her. probably including one of mine that didn't want to see me.
jesus christ. mope-ing is so annoying. so i'll leave out on a high note. this article was featured in the most recent texas travesty, and it's almost enough to not make me miss the hymen annhilator:
Carole Keeton Strayhorn chokes on 'one tough piece of meat'
Austin- While dining at a local Luby's Cafeteria, Carol Keeton McClellan Rylander Strayhorn choked on a bite of her liver and onion platter.
Strayhorn, who ran for governor as an Independent, had been enjoying a late lunch when she was shocked by how horribly overcooked her meat was.
"It was really hard to swallow," Strayhorn said as she reapplied adhesive Polident Dentu grip and adjusted the Velcro on her tan S.A.S. shoes. "I just want to be honest with you, Texas, that liver's a no good eatin', vomit inducin', denture breakin' phony son-of-a-gun!"
After recovering from her brush with death, Keeton McClellan Rylander Strayhorn mused with the various members of the waitstaff about what her new self-declared moniker should be, unable to choose between "Still Alive" and "One Hawt Grandma."