13 dic 2005
published on cephalopods...
There is nothing like listening to Chavela Vargas, typing in the dark, and talking about contiguous backyards to make me feel nostalgic. Why i should bother with that i don't know, only a week left of this semestre, break will be great & next semestre even better.
Big things afloat. A graduation this Sunday==meeting o' the parents. Is there some sort of protocal one must follow with these things? On the flip side, Dad, too, is excited to meet (certain) people here in Madison ("He likes Mexican? I approve.") but the-much-more important friend approval=already gained. Not that i brought that up at the time, i know the limits (and i'd guess Nik's "How much can I puke on him?... really?!" would have pushed that a bit).
Donna, Rachel, Rachel, when are you home so i might call you? Seriously, girls. The pizza'll be okay. And also, Bryan... um. Call me back already, busy boy. Do i need to insult Germany AND Russia to get your attention? Tennis players are chumps.
The library exploded today into activity. Which reminds me of that last hydro homework i'm not doing right now... you guessed it, geochem. Chemistry=much more fun in the hypothetical.
i really hope my neighbors are having a dance party. Otherwise... what is going on?
Oh, other big things afloat. i guess we(me+roomie+saidneighbors) are having a holiday party next Wendesday (because two of them are done with finals that day). So if anyone actually in Madison reads this, you're probably invited.
Honestly...
who salsas on a Tuesday?
yard o' beef the vegetarian laughs at; lever staircase, melodic tommorroww, cats in the dungeon; ay! zandunga! ¶ 17:41
There is nothing like listening to Chavela Vargas, typing in the dark, and talking about contiguous backyards to make me feel nostalgic. Why i should bother with that i don't know, only a week left of this semestre, break will be great & next semestre even better.
Big things afloat. A graduation this Sunday==meeting o' the parents. Is there some sort of protocal one must follow with these things? On the flip side, Dad, too, is excited to meet (certain) people here in Madison ("He likes Mexican? I approve.") but the-much-more important friend approval=already gained. Not that i brought that up at the time, i know the limits (and i'd guess Nik's "How much can I puke on him?... really?!" would have pushed that a bit).
Donna, Rachel, Rachel, when are you home so i might call you? Seriously, girls. The pizza'll be okay. And also, Bryan... um. Call me back already, busy boy. Do i need to insult Germany AND Russia to get your attention? Tennis players are chumps.
The library exploded today into activity. Which reminds me of that last hydro homework i'm not doing right now... you guessed it, geochem. Chemistry=much more fun in the hypothetical.
i really hope my neighbors are having a dance party. Otherwise... what is going on?
Oh, other big things afloat. i guess we(me+roomie+saidneighbors) are having a holiday party next Wendesday (because two of them are done with finals that day). So if anyone actually in Madison reads this, you're probably invited.
Honestly...
who salsas on a Tuesday?
yard o' beef the vegetarian laughs at; lever staircase, melodic tommorroww, cats in the dungeon; ay! zandunga! ¶ 17:41
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Anyone who can, does. Salsa on Tuesday, Salsa on Wednesday, Salsa on anyday.
It's too sexy to do any other way.
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It's too sexy to do any other way.
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