Monday, October 22, 2007
I don't know which is better.
There's a sign on Atherton that says:
599 SALAD
ALL DAY
Everytime I see it, there's a nanosecond during which I think it says:
Egg SALAD
ALL DAY
599 SALAD
ALL DAY
Everytime I see it, there's a nanosecond during which I think it says:
Egg SALAD
ALL DAY
Tuesday, October 16, 2007
phone call with Eddie
I talked to Eddie on the phone today for the first time since I left. It was so good. I told him about Pennsylvania so far, but we mostly discussed the things that have been going on in Lubbock -- specifically the credit union -- since I left. As strange as this may sound, and as guilty as I feel for thinking it (much less writing it down), this has made me the most homesick that I've been. When I stop to think about it, I guess it makes sense. Day in and day out for over three years, I probably saw the people at my job on a more consistent basis than anyone else, including my family and friends. It just seems so weird to think about Eddie and Crystal and all of the members we knew still spending time together at the Admin.
new sheets
A few days ago, I put my new red sheets on me bed. They are super soft and warm, and I was altogether ecstatic about them.
Until.
The next morning I rolled out of bed and glanced behind me. My bed was unmade, and the red sheets underneath my blankets looked like the bloody insides of some slain animal. It was as if a huge white whale had been sliced open and was bleeding in the middle of my bedroom floor.
At least, that's what I thought then. It hadn't really occured to me again until a second ago. I don't think it's actually going to be a huge issue; I still really like my bed.
Until.
The next morning I rolled out of bed and glanced behind me. My bed was unmade, and the red sheets underneath my blankets looked like the bloody insides of some slain animal. It was as if a huge white whale had been sliced open and was bleeding in the middle of my bedroom floor.
At least, that's what I thought then. It hadn't really occured to me again until a second ago. I don't think it's actually going to be a huge issue; I still really like my bed.
Sunday, October 14, 2007
I am not pleased.
I put together one of my tall bookshelves yesterday, and now my back is really sore. Also, the FUCKIN' PENN STATE EMAIL WON'T WORK.
Saturday, October 13, 2007
People are strange. Specifically, people named Leah.
Leah won't stop laughing about a deformed cardboard skeleton that her mom sent her for Halloween. Won't stop.
This is sign number one thousand and ten that she is not normal.
This is sign number one thousand and ten that she is not normal.
Wednesday, October 10, 2007
Romanticized Trains
Lately, my sexual fantasies have involved trains. Specifically, the romantic idea of trains from Harry Potter or French Kiss, complete with those cute beds, cute compartments, and cute brunches. Kind of like the trains that Carrie and Samantha thought they would be travelling in on that Sex and the City episode.
Sunday, October 07, 2007
I sneezed about 8ight times today.
If I'm developing mono again.... well, I'm sure you can imagine how pissed I will be.
Gardening Journal: Entry the Third
The last couple weeks have been tough for our plants. None of Esther's survived. The only ones left are my two and some new flowers that Sarah bought. Hers looked pretty shitty today, though. I guess I'm the only one with a green thumb.
I've repotted Lolita, and she is continuing to grow to fit her, now larger, pot. Jasper was like that, too. Except he lived in aquariums and not a pile of dirt. Except now he lives in a pile of dirt somewhere because he's dead. Except he was still in his aquarium when we threw him away. Except it wasn't really me who threw him away, it was Bryant.
Lolita seems to be attracting these tiny black bugs. There aren't very many of them, but I'm sort of flabbergasted. I mean, are a few bugs a sign that there's a bug colony thriving somewhere in the vicinity? Isn't that what you have to assume with ants? These kind of look like ants, except they can fly. Shouldn't that make the threat of infestation, like, I don't know, TEN MILLION TIMES WORSE?
In spite of my intensive knowledge of entomology, I've decided to live and let live. I keep on thinking of those religious people (perhaps in the Middle East somewhere) who wear veils over their mouths so as not to unintentionally harm any living creature. It might also be all of the sci-fi books I've been reading that discuss, in great detail, a future human race who has relations with a COMPLEX BUG CIVILIZATIONS. Yes, there are books that fit into the giant bug subgenre of sci-fi literature. I think they might be similar to the robot subgenre of drama films. Anyway, even though these relations always seem to end disasterously, I have developed a sort of grudging respect for these organisms that can decimate entire Terran military fleets. My last reason to not launch an attack on these bugs (which you should ALWAYS do if trapped in sci-fi story) is that I have a feeling it would involve some sort of pesticide (and not just my waving around facial tissue in the general area of Lolita). I eat and live and breathe (and love and laugh and whatever else those stupid decorative wall plaques are always telling you to do) in this room, and don't want to ingest poison. Oh, but the poison is for little tiny bugs, you say? That's supposed to make me feel better? My EYES and AORTA and NIPPLES are little tiny things, and I don't want them to SHRIVEL UP AND DIE.
As usual, my Gardening Journal entry has completely lost sight of its gardening theme.
I've repotted Lolita, and she is continuing to grow to fit her, now larger, pot. Jasper was like that, too. Except he lived in aquariums and not a pile of dirt. Except now he lives in a pile of dirt somewhere because he's dead. Except he was still in his aquarium when we threw him away. Except it wasn't really me who threw him away, it was Bryant.
Lolita seems to be attracting these tiny black bugs. There aren't very many of them, but I'm sort of flabbergasted. I mean, are a few bugs a sign that there's a bug colony thriving somewhere in the vicinity? Isn't that what you have to assume with ants? These kind of look like ants, except they can fly. Shouldn't that make the threat of infestation, like, I don't know, TEN MILLION TIMES WORSE?
In spite of my intensive knowledge of entomology, I've decided to live and let live. I keep on thinking of those religious people (perhaps in the Middle East somewhere) who wear veils over their mouths so as not to unintentionally harm any living creature. It might also be all of the sci-fi books I've been reading that discuss, in great detail, a future human race who has relations with a COMPLEX BUG CIVILIZATIONS. Yes, there are books that fit into the giant bug subgenre of sci-fi literature. I think they might be similar to the robot subgenre of drama films. Anyway, even though these relations always seem to end disasterously, I have developed a sort of grudging respect for these organisms that can decimate entire Terran military fleets. My last reason to not launch an attack on these bugs (which you should ALWAYS do if trapped in sci-fi story) is that I have a feeling it would involve some sort of pesticide (and not just my waving around facial tissue in the general area of Lolita). I eat and live and breathe (and love and laugh and whatever else those stupid decorative wall plaques are always telling you to do) in this room, and don't want to ingest poison. Oh, but the poison is for little tiny bugs, you say? That's supposed to make me feel better? My EYES and AORTA and NIPPLES are little tiny things, and I don't want them to SHRIVEL UP AND DIE.
As usual, my Gardening Journal entry has completely lost sight of its gardening theme.
symbols
Sometimes when I try to write out a number, I use the number as a letter. Accidentally, of course (or maybe subconsciously is a better word).
Observe.
5ive.
6ix.
7even.
8ight.
9ine.
I think that "6ix" is a particularly good case.
Creation Story:
When I was in high school, Dr. Whittington made us keep a portfolio of our assignments each six week period. At the top of my table of contents, I would inevitably write "4th 6ix Weeks" (or whichever) and not notice until someone pointed it out. That is the origin of this tale.
Observe.
5ive.
6ix.
7even.
8ight.
9ine.
I think that "6ix" is a particularly good case.
Creation Story:
When I was in high school, Dr. Whittington made us keep a portfolio of our assignments each six week period. At the top of my table of contents, I would inevitably write "4th 6ix Weeks" (or whichever) and not notice until someone pointed it out. That is the origin of this tale.
