22 oct 2005
"Well, I never killed anyone in front of you."
--overheard in gaming talk (which is after the weekly Trivial Pursuit game)--
i am such a creature of routine. and i like it.
For several weeks now, my roommate and a few (varying, rotating) friends have played board games every Friday. We are boring, i suppose, for the college set, but i don't like drinking/house parties/thatsuch and those guys love their Axis&Allies. i am the reigning champ of Trivial Pursuit, which is funny as the first 4/5 of last weeks' game i got nothing correct (and i still can't name a single tennis star from the 90s, which is essential in Trivial Pursuit).
This semestre is going way too fast. Some days i'm surprised to not still be working at the drive-in or sleeping in my car and some days i'm surprised that it's not 2012 and i have a mortgage (or whatever those adult things are that people worry about) or have just spent half a decade doing something too useless/pointless to recall.
That weird headache has gradually gone away. About twice a day i blink and my brain does what i have dubbed "the research-in-entomology-gone-wrong static thing" (that reminds me of Mary Kelly in From Hell... see, now you understand, don't you? Yes.). i described the headaches in detail to my mom, and as i am convinced that we have the same body 28 years apart in time was a bit worried when she said headaches like these have never happened to her. By "a bit worried" i mean i was convinced i would die quite soon. This may have been an overreaction.
i realize i say things like "i am frazzled" or such quite often without really explaining what bothers me. i think, to those of you who read this and ask me these things, that if i wanted all the details upintheopen i'd just do that while i'm at it. [at it=typing] i am worried about money (Daddy seems to think magical government gnomes will come in the night and buy me food). i am worried about what i am doing next year (i am not ready to apply for grad schools, and there's no gurantees on getting any internship/jobs). i am worried about the fate of the world (okay, not all the time, but reading the paper is frazzling). i am worried about how i am doing in school (because i am in way over my head).
Oye. i can't write anymore on a computre after so much "work" on that other computre.
Next week is Halloween, it sounds like Ben can come again and Rachel and her new beau. This is so exciting i may burst.
i just might.
Burst!
*BURST!*
*sple-at!*
*PLLLAAAAUUUUIQQ!*
(the last, of course, being the sound of unbursting)
So if anyone wants to join them, call me or call Ben or bother Rachel at work 'cause she's never-never-never home (though, RR, because you are never home Justin & i have had many intriguing conversations; including, but not limited to; christian activism on campus, your hair, and our plans for next July).
Now, i am off to carve pumpkins. Excitement!
"P.S. Don't forget to move to Alaska."--A.H.'s Geography notes-- ¶ 10:19
--overheard in gaming talk (which is after the weekly Trivial Pursuit game)--
i am such a creature of routine. and i like it.
For several weeks now, my roommate and a few (varying, rotating) friends have played board games every Friday. We are boring, i suppose, for the college set, but i don't like drinking/house parties/thatsuch and those guys love their Axis&Allies. i am the reigning champ of Trivial Pursuit, which is funny as the first 4/5 of last weeks' game i got nothing correct (and i still can't name a single tennis star from the 90s, which is essential in Trivial Pursuit).
This semestre is going way too fast. Some days i'm surprised to not still be working at the drive-in or sleeping in my car and some days i'm surprised that it's not 2012 and i have a mortgage (or whatever those adult things are that people worry about) or have just spent half a decade doing something too useless/pointless to recall.
That weird headache has gradually gone away. About twice a day i blink and my brain does what i have dubbed "the research-in-entomology-gone-wrong static thing" (that reminds me of Mary Kelly in From Hell... see, now you understand, don't you? Yes.). i described the headaches in detail to my mom, and as i am convinced that we have the same body 28 years apart in time was a bit worried when she said headaches like these have never happened to her. By "a bit worried" i mean i was convinced i would die quite soon. This may have been an overreaction.
i realize i say things like "i am frazzled" or such quite often without really explaining what bothers me. i think, to those of you who read this and ask me these things, that if i wanted all the details upintheopen i'd just do that while i'm at it. [at it=typing] i am worried about money (Daddy seems to think magical government gnomes will come in the night and buy me food). i am worried about what i am doing next year (i am not ready to apply for grad schools, and there's no gurantees on getting any internship/jobs). i am worried about the fate of the world (okay, not all the time, but reading the paper is frazzling). i am worried about how i am doing in school (because i am in way over my head).
Oye. i can't write anymore on a computre after so much "work" on that other computre.
Next week is Halloween, it sounds like Ben can come again and Rachel and her new beau. This is so exciting i may burst.
i just might.
Burst!
*BURST!*
*sple-at!*
*PLLLAAAAUUUUIQQ!*
(the last, of course, being the sound of unbursting)
So if anyone wants to join them, call me or call Ben or bother Rachel at work 'cause she's never-never-never home (though, RR, because you are never home Justin & i have had many intriguing conversations; including, but not limited to; christian activism on campus, your hair, and our plans for next July).
Now, i am off to carve pumpkins. Excitement!
"P.S. Don't forget to move to Alaska."--A.H.'s Geography notes-- ¶ 10:19
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i wanted to say something, but now i have forgotten what it was, so um yeah, dont let the lack of goverment little men get you down, i know a midget that can kick herself in the face, seriously just kick her person, in the face.
Wow. Does she happen to be the same midget that i vaguely know (who was friends with Abby back in the day)?
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