Last night was the brilliantly best end of the semester ever! Claire's graduation party. Keg sponsored by her Minnesotan parents. Musical debut of Eskimo House (the newly named band that comprises Marina, Zach, Jeff, and Rebekah), who will hopefully very soon be featured on www.myindiradio.com. Yes, I've been so bad lately at updating ( Read more... )

So I get to stay in my workshop class. We realized that I had only been late (true, by an hour) one class, and he didn't change the mark from absent to late.

This is amazing, not only because I will graduate on time, but also because I will get to subject my prudish peers to ( post-apocalyptic lesbian erotica (for the lazy voyeurs, the sexy stuff is after the third hash markings) )

I triathloned this Sunday. The early-waking and swimming and biking and running was preceded by one of the worst nights of sleep I've had in a couple years, waking up every hour in order to dread waking up in X number of hours and swimming and biking and running. I got out of my house at 5:10 and biked to the aquatic center on campus. After I ( Read more... )

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So after a prolonged struggle in the kitchen I made myself dinner tonight. It was chicken broccoli pasta. I accidentally set a kitchen towel afire ( Read more... )

Brian and I had our one year anniversary on Monday. It was the first anniversary I've ever celebrated. I, in fact, used to disapprove of the whole institution of anniversaries. I think I (so young, so young) used to call them something like 'ritual tests designed to undermine a relationship.' I recant. I think it's lovely to be able to ( Read more... )

Question currently on my mind is whether I can write a whole paper on an ankle bracelet. If I can, props to me for my keen analytical abilities and my insightful verbosity. If I can't, it'll be a painful evening.

I agree with Sab's pet peeve: the 'where you at?' question. Not only is it a grammatical violation, but also it usually serves no purpose whatsoever ... the person -never- responds with 'ok, give me five minutes, I'll meet you over there.' It's only purpose, therefore, is conversational lubricant ( Read more... )

Since my music player was stolen, I've heard, for the first time in months, intriguing snatches of conversation, the comforting sound of voices I know drifting from other rooms, the rhythm of my own feet slapslapslap on pavement, the tolling of church bells in my neighborhood, the voices in my head that sing the body electric, that blare epiphany ( Read more... )

The thing about LJ is that you get to know stuff about your friends without the loveliness and the emotional exchange of having a conversation with them about whatever it is they at some point confessed on LJ. Cheating, I tell you. That and there is always the temptation to selectively reveal things about yourself as well ... so that your friends ( Read more... )