March 29, 2007
DUN-dun!
If this happens, my life will be shot, as my addiction to Law and Order reruns is one of the few, few things that is keeping me sane while I'm job-searching.
March 28, 2007
March 21, 2007
Oh. Em. Gee.
Oh my god how could they kick Stephanie off American Idol? She was totally the best of any one of those singers! And how could my imaginary boyfriend Chris be in the bottom 3? And how could Sanjay still be in?
Just kidding. I'm not going to blog about American Idol. Besides, we all know why Sanjay is still in the contest: Vote for the Worst.
On the non-Fox front, things are going all right. Initials and I went to see The Rite of Spring and the Four Seasons last weekend. I started to write a post about past relationships and whether or not they would have gone to see it with me (I adore Stravinsky and Spring and Autumn). It ended up being a lame post.
Other posts that didn't happen include the fact that Initials shaved me, down there, the trip to the 25cent arcade, how annoyed I was on St Patricks Day (aka Amateur Alcoholics night) which didn't help my growing casual racism:
It's funny how St Patricks day is such a racist holiday, how everyone gets drunk to celebrate the Irish. It's not like we have a Fried Chicken and Watermelon Day for black people, or Math tournaments for Asians. That would be wrong. But getting drunk for the Irish is totally cool.
Yes, I am going to hell.
So instead, I'm going to post pics of my cute new tshirts courtesy of threadless, including this design below.
Also. Shakespeare hates your emo poetry.
And he will hate mine, too, when I start posting more of it during National Poetry Month. Mua ha ha ha ha.
Just kidding. I'm not going to blog about American Idol. Besides, we all know why Sanjay is still in the contest: Vote for the Worst.
On the non-Fox front, things are going all right. Initials and I went to see The Rite of Spring and the Four Seasons last weekend. I started to write a post about past relationships and whether or not they would have gone to see it with me (I adore Stravinsky and Spring and Autumn). It ended up being a lame post.
Other posts that didn't happen include the fact that Initials shaved me, down there, the trip to the 25cent arcade, how annoyed I was on St Patricks Day (aka Amateur Alcoholics night) which didn't help my growing casual racism:
It's funny how St Patricks day is such a racist holiday, how everyone gets drunk to celebrate the Irish. It's not like we have a Fried Chicken and Watermelon Day for black people, or Math tournaments for Asians. That would be wrong. But getting drunk for the Irish is totally cool.
Yes, I am going to hell.
So instead, I'm going to post pics of my cute new tshirts courtesy of threadless, including this design below.
Also. Shakespeare hates your emo poetry.
And he will hate mine, too, when I start posting more of it during National Poetry Month. Mua ha ha ha ha.
March 16, 2007
Did You Beware?
Yesterday was the ides of March, for those of you who know what that means. For those of you that don't, it was a good day for posting pictures of drunk boys in togas on your blog. And now you've missed it.
Ah hell, anytime is a good time to post pictures of cute drunk boys. I suppose I could post one.
And speaking of cute drunk boys, I've been spending far too much time watching "I Love New York" and yes, that is probably the best explanation I have for not posting more often. I am watching that show so much. Ok, not really, but it is pretty amazing in a white trash sort of way.
12 Pack was my favorite, if only because he was such a lush I'm pretty sure he has to watch the shows to remember what went on. I'm also pretty amused by the fact that I don't even have to search for the contestants myspace profiles; Wikipedia has done it for me.
Ah hell, anytime is a good time to post pictures of cute drunk boys. I suppose I could post one.
And speaking of cute drunk boys, I've been spending far too much time watching "I Love New York" and yes, that is probably the best explanation I have for not posting more often. I am watching that show so much. Ok, not really, but it is pretty amazing in a white trash sort of way.
12 Pack was my favorite, if only because he was such a lush I'm pretty sure he has to watch the shows to remember what went on. I'm also pretty amused by the fact that I don't even have to search for the contestants myspace profiles; Wikipedia has done it for me.
March 11, 2007
Something Stupid
So I did have a long post in defense of Initials, about how he really can be sweet and nice, and how the few posts I've written about him have been more of me venting, since two of my best friends are studying abroad this semester, and another is getting all boring and studious. But blogger ate it. Stupid blogger.
So then I wrote a second post, not quite as long, about a specific moment how he was really sweet to me. Bascially, my aunt and uncle are taking care of my grandma, who has Alzheimers, and they invited me to a concert to help take care of my grandma while they were busy (they run a recording studio in their basements, mostly for local artists). Initials came along and was a real sweetheart and helped take care of her. He came across like a great guy in the story, just like he did in real life, but then blogger ate it. Stupid blogger.
So then I wrote this post, in a Word document, and then saved it, and then copied and pasted it into blogger while holding my breath, and if all goes well, it should finally post. And instead of waiting until Monday to post this, I'm publishing on Sunday, just to be safe. And so yeah. Initials isn't as bad as a guy as I tend to make him out to be on the blog. But then he went and spoiled it all by saying something stupid like "I love you." Stupid boy.
So then I wrote a second post, not quite as long, about a specific moment how he was really sweet to me. Bascially, my aunt and uncle are taking care of my grandma, who has Alzheimers, and they invited me to a concert to help take care of my grandma while they were busy (they run a recording studio in their basements, mostly for local artists). Initials came along and was a real sweetheart and helped take care of her. He came across like a great guy in the story, just like he did in real life, but then blogger ate it. Stupid blogger.
So then I wrote this post, in a Word document, and then saved it, and then copied and pasted it into blogger while holding my breath, and if all goes well, it should finally post. And instead of waiting until Monday to post this, I'm publishing on Sunday, just to be safe. And so yeah. Initials isn't as bad as a guy as I tend to make him out to be on the blog. But then he went and spoiled it all by saying something stupid like "I love you." Stupid boy.
March 9, 2007
March 5, 2007
Music Monday
Five sounds for your downloading and listening pleasure, right click and save them while they're still being hosted. And then, coming tomorrow or possible Wednesday, a defense of Initials.
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