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May. 4th, 2004 01:03 amLa.
Today was one of those days that's like half and half. Half is crap and half is good. Even though I don't really like half and half all that much, so it's something of a mixed metaphor. Sue me. If you care that much... umm... chew your ethernet cable! I hear it tastes like candy!
Anyway. Final day of Sources, which was a definite yay plus in my book, though during the course of it the topic of parking tickets came up... and who was illegally parked at Blodgett again? Take a wild stab in the dark, which is ironically what I felt like giving the officer who ticketed me at fucking 745 in the morning - as if anyone is ever up that early to move cars. Fuckpicks. So I went and moved it, dropped off more film, and called on Vespasian at the computer store. Apparently they had to order the part from Apple, since there's a base charge for all repairs, and the nice nerdy guy told me that I'd be paying something like $350 for all repairs, which was stupid since he could do it here for something like $125. So that's all right, saved an arseload of money that I don't even have, and I'm okay with the extended wait. Vespasian goes under the knife tomorrow morning, and hopefully will be back home by evening, or at the latest tomorrow.
Following a brief chat with Rachael, some lunch, and a failed attempt to pay my parking ticket, it was off to the library for a little touch-up on the Andersonville paper. It was a bit of a chore to find a computer that was a) unoccupied, b) connected to a printer and c) ran MS Word, but all was made well when I straggled into Periodicals and commandeered an entire desk for myself. Despite one of my primary sources completely writing off another one (I just pretended to not have read that page) the final edit went smoothly and everything was turned in on time. I'm quite proud of my paper, learned a great deal about the topic, and it'll be posted online when Vespasian is back.
Had a celebratory hookah with Mazik, went to ACDC to find that THEY BROUGHT BACK MY FAT FREE ITALIAN DRESSING HURRAY and an intensely productive meeting with my Methods group, then back to my room where I cleaned, talked to Erica (we played guitar and bass over the phone and sang songs), got chased out by a fire drill, talked MORE to Erica (time just kind of melts away) and at last remembered that I have a paragraph to write for Methods. So here I am, having just hit the SEND button to Tim Ellis, the group compiler... and the rain is abating, it's supposed to be in the 80's tomorrow (the decade, not the weather) (I jest) (or do I?) and it's THE ALL IMPORTANT LAST DAY OF CLASSES! So that should be good, and it's another day closer to camping.
...oh yeah, and there was Founder's Day...
Founder's Day for me began the Friday before, as I skipped work to go see Secretaries (which rocked my fucking face off, Clare you were SO right) and Throat Culture, the latest Marc Etlin extravaganza. I don't ever really know quite what I get out of Etlindrama, but I greatly enjoy it and want to be involved in the next one. I figured that I'd go get drunk and check out Sleater-Kinney, but by the time the getting drunk was finished (four shots in the time it took to change clothes) and the hobnobbing with drama kids was over, SK had finished up and I ran into the returning kids - inclusive of Faye and Erica Rumbley, who brought me on an expedition to Joss, where Faye gave me a present of leftover drugs. Yay! Off to Liz Graves' house with Ryan for the Throat Culture afterparty, which eventually found the majority of us laughing drunk, making phone calls and smoking too many cigarettes. There's Sublime lyrics written all over my hookah bag in my handwriting, but I'm not sure why... eventually, after enough singing on their part and many frusturated calls to Erica (in Mass) we went to "have an Altoid" - first over by the Joss tennis courts, and then back in McNaney's room, where we all got BLAZED and watched far too many Rathergood cartoons.
The next morning, I woke up drunk. A good way to start Founder's Day, methinks, and I only got better from there. You couldn't have asked for a more gorgeous day. I danced barefoot in the dirt like a stoned hippie, blessed Matthew Vassar to the four winds, and shot up four rolls of film - one entirely of ZOX, who put on a show so good that I didn't mind having to miss the Suicide Machines. They were amazing, and as Nora said, just about the nicest guys you could meet. And their bass player was incredible. Drunken drugged revelry for the whole campus. And later, chicken fighting with Wes and company (Ryan Durham and I are INVINCIBLE), some Eddie Izzard, fireworks, and good old Willy Wonka on the big screen by the lake. Never knew how many sexual innuendos were crammed into that flick - or just how scary Gene Wilder's eyebrows actually are. Rounded out the day with two hours of playing music on the quad, a visit from W (who saw THAT coming? She's got a new car now) and another long chat with Erica on a working telephone, which was the only way to end the day, when all's said and done.
From Crazy Rob: http://www.haroldandkumar.com/trailers/trailer3.htm
This reminds me of so many people.
Today was one of those days that's like half and half. Half is crap and half is good. Even though I don't really like half and half all that much, so it's something of a mixed metaphor. Sue me. If you care that much... umm... chew your ethernet cable! I hear it tastes like candy!
Anyway. Final day of Sources, which was a definite yay plus in my book, though during the course of it the topic of parking tickets came up... and who was illegally parked at Blodgett again? Take a wild stab in the dark, which is ironically what I felt like giving the officer who ticketed me at fucking 745 in the morning - as if anyone is ever up that early to move cars. Fuckpicks. So I went and moved it, dropped off more film, and called on Vespasian at the computer store. Apparently they had to order the part from Apple, since there's a base charge for all repairs, and the nice nerdy guy told me that I'd be paying something like $350 for all repairs, which was stupid since he could do it here for something like $125. So that's all right, saved an arseload of money that I don't even have, and I'm okay with the extended wait. Vespasian goes under the knife tomorrow morning, and hopefully will be back home by evening, or at the latest tomorrow.
Following a brief chat with Rachael, some lunch, and a failed attempt to pay my parking ticket, it was off to the library for a little touch-up on the Andersonville paper. It was a bit of a chore to find a computer that was a) unoccupied, b) connected to a printer and c) ran MS Word, but all was made well when I straggled into Periodicals and commandeered an entire desk for myself. Despite one of my primary sources completely writing off another one (I just pretended to not have read that page) the final edit went smoothly and everything was turned in on time. I'm quite proud of my paper, learned a great deal about the topic, and it'll be posted online when Vespasian is back.
Had a celebratory hookah with Mazik, went to ACDC to find that THEY BROUGHT BACK MY FAT FREE ITALIAN DRESSING HURRAY and an intensely productive meeting with my Methods group, then back to my room where I cleaned, talked to Erica (we played guitar and bass over the phone and sang songs), got chased out by a fire drill, talked MORE to Erica (time just kind of melts away) and at last remembered that I have a paragraph to write for Methods. So here I am, having just hit the SEND button to Tim Ellis, the group compiler... and the rain is abating, it's supposed to be in the 80's tomorrow (the decade, not the weather) (I jest) (or do I?) and it's THE ALL IMPORTANT LAST DAY OF CLASSES! So that should be good, and it's another day closer to camping.
...oh yeah, and there was Founder's Day...
Founder's Day for me began the Friday before, as I skipped work to go see Secretaries (which rocked my fucking face off, Clare you were SO right) and Throat Culture, the latest Marc Etlin extravaganza. I don't ever really know quite what I get out of Etlindrama, but I greatly enjoy it and want to be involved in the next one. I figured that I'd go get drunk and check out Sleater-Kinney, but by the time the getting drunk was finished (four shots in the time it took to change clothes) and the hobnobbing with drama kids was over, SK had finished up and I ran into the returning kids - inclusive of Faye and Erica Rumbley, who brought me on an expedition to Joss, where Faye gave me a present of leftover drugs. Yay! Off to Liz Graves' house with Ryan for the Throat Culture afterparty, which eventually found the majority of us laughing drunk, making phone calls and smoking too many cigarettes. There's Sublime lyrics written all over my hookah bag in my handwriting, but I'm not sure why... eventually, after enough singing on their part and many frusturated calls to Erica (in Mass) we went to "have an Altoid" - first over by the Joss tennis courts, and then back in McNaney's room, where we all got BLAZED and watched far too many Rathergood cartoons.
The next morning, I woke up drunk. A good way to start Founder's Day, methinks, and I only got better from there. You couldn't have asked for a more gorgeous day. I danced barefoot in the dirt like a stoned hippie, blessed Matthew Vassar to the four winds, and shot up four rolls of film - one entirely of ZOX, who put on a show so good that I didn't mind having to miss the Suicide Machines. They were amazing, and as Nora said, just about the nicest guys you could meet. And their bass player was incredible. Drunken drugged revelry for the whole campus. And later, chicken fighting with Wes and company (Ryan Durham and I are INVINCIBLE), some Eddie Izzard, fireworks, and good old Willy Wonka on the big screen by the lake. Never knew how many sexual innuendos were crammed into that flick - or just how scary Gene Wilder's eyebrows actually are. Rounded out the day with two hours of playing music on the quad, a visit from W (who saw THAT coming? She's got a new car now) and another long chat with Erica on a working telephone, which was the only way to end the day, when all's said and done.
From Crazy Rob: http://www.haroldandkumar.com/trailers/trailer3.htm
This reminds me of so many people.
