Spaßmachen
Sometimes I think, when I write a paper, that I should maybe start before the day it's due. Nah, that would make it too easy... Besides, there's nothing like ranting about the status quo of the white hierarchy in the USA to start my day off right! Blah. Blah indeed. But at least it was frickin' MLA format.
okb and hitodama pretty much summed up Friday evening... what is left to tell? okb showed me how to read music. That kicks ass. (Remembering it will be another thing entirely... and playing?) I'm still pondering the truth that our emotions of the moment layer nature and the music we listen to, and are trapped there.
Got a sewing kit from Dean. Needle! And thread! I can finally sew up those jeans and make them the right length. Seriously, the manufacturers of jeans need to realize that short people need jeans too, ones that will not drag on the floor several feet behind them and catch in doorjambs. I don't know where everybody else is getting their jeans, but let me know if you have a better solution. You are probably all just taller.
The latest EAP meeting told us to conduct ourselves with decorum in our respective host countries or DIE. Met some German students who gave us the lowdown on Georg-August Uni... everyone knows everyone in Göttingen. It's gonna be frigid, weatherwise.
I've been drinking entirely too many of the sinfully magnificent Tapioca Express drinks. What flavor should I try next?? Almond milk tea is the old stand-by, but red bean and taro are catching up fast.
Karen blasted out some evil neighbors' lawn party with a Spanish soap opera at full volume. Though something I'd never do, downright hilarious.
As I was walking down the hall last night, saying to myself, "I hate that I never get enough sleep, I hate it!" I saw this girl come out of the lounge. She is about the 5 millionth person to tell me in my life, "You always look so happy!" I had to laugh. I like to smile, but there are only a few people I feel comfortable being serious around. I feel like telling everyone right now: You know, you can be serious with me. I'll never think you're too serious. Maybe I'll smile, but you'll know when I mean it. I mean, you'll know.
Rock, man. Lauren's coming again in a couple weekends. We will paint the town. I can't believe the quarter's half over. Unreal.
I'm beginning to think the writing workshop critiques are all a bit arbitrary. They seem to depend on Chris' frame of mind at the moment of reading ;) My story about an orthodontist went over alarmingly well.
Thoughts scattered tonight. More of a cool mosaic-type way rather than a sloppy clothes-thrown-on-the-floor-type way, I hope. I will go to the beach soon. Promise. It definitely centers me in a way that this umbrella over my computer does not.
In conclusion, cheese is too good. ;) Good night and I hope I'll see you all soon.
>^..^<
okb and hitodama pretty much summed up Friday evening... what is left to tell? okb showed me how to read music. That kicks ass. (Remembering it will be another thing entirely... and playing?) I'm still pondering the truth that our emotions of the moment layer nature and the music we listen to, and are trapped there.
Got a sewing kit from Dean. Needle! And thread! I can finally sew up those jeans and make them the right length. Seriously, the manufacturers of jeans need to realize that short people need jeans too, ones that will not drag on the floor several feet behind them and catch in doorjambs. I don't know where everybody else is getting their jeans, but let me know if you have a better solution. You are probably all just taller.
The latest EAP meeting told us to conduct ourselves with decorum in our respective host countries or DIE. Met some German students who gave us the lowdown on Georg-August Uni... everyone knows everyone in Göttingen. It's gonna be frigid, weatherwise.
I've been drinking entirely too many of the sinfully magnificent Tapioca Express drinks. What flavor should I try next?? Almond milk tea is the old stand-by, but red bean and taro are catching up fast.
Karen blasted out some evil neighbors' lawn party with a Spanish soap opera at full volume. Though something I'd never do, downright hilarious.
As I was walking down the hall last night, saying to myself, "I hate that I never get enough sleep, I hate it!" I saw this girl come out of the lounge. She is about the 5 millionth person to tell me in my life, "You always look so happy!" I had to laugh. I like to smile, but there are only a few people I feel comfortable being serious around. I feel like telling everyone right now: You know, you can be serious with me. I'll never think you're too serious. Maybe I'll smile, but you'll know when I mean it. I mean, you'll know.
Rock, man. Lauren's coming again in a couple weekends. We will paint the town. I can't believe the quarter's half over. Unreal.
I'm beginning to think the writing workshop critiques are all a bit arbitrary. They seem to depend on Chris' frame of mind at the moment of reading ;) My story about an orthodontist went over alarmingly well.
Thoughts scattered tonight. More of a cool mosaic-type way rather than a sloppy clothes-thrown-on-the-floor-type way, I hope. I will go to the beach soon. Promise. It definitely centers me in a way that this umbrella over my computer does not.
In conclusion, cheese is too good. ;) Good night and I hope I'll see you all soon.
>^..^<