Da da dum. While doing math homework and being a really shitty OCF staffer, I stubled upon The Jesus Crist Superstore. Religion is funny.
It's steamy up in Berkeley nowadays, hopefully it will cool down at some point in time. 'Twould be a good thing. I guess I'll pretend to do my math homework now...
Wow. I had no idea the bar on Yahoo's mail thingie changed color. After deleting every saved message from the Kevin and Kell mailing list, it changed from red ("You're totally fucked, delete things before I delete you, asshole") to yellow ("You're not so fucked as you used to be, but watch the fuck out, motherfucker!"). I remember when I moved to San Jose, I devoured comic strips like nobody's business, and Kevin and Kell was the first one that I found. I read several years of the strip in two days, and joined the mailing list shortly thereafter.
I guess I just see it as comfort food now, it's a very bland strip, really. No real character development, no real laughs, but it's always there, every day. None of the Ozy & Millie flakiness that I deal with now. Of course, I read other comics, but one is always going to be the true object of my affection. Ah...Ozy and Millie...*swoon*
Something of great interest happened to me this morning. As I was climbing down from my precariously placed bed, my precariously placed lamp fell directly on top of my head. I was too tired to laugh at myself, but had I been more alert it would have been uproarious.
Today I hung out with Jenn & Daisy, and things were good. I think I should invite more people to eat dinner with me, as the alternative is usually eating alone. I don't like eating alone, it makes me feel pathetic. Well, I feel pathetic until people come and sit next to me. That makes me feel all warm and gooey inside. Like bread pudding.
In case I haven't mentioned it, I'll be on KALX Friday night at 1, which is better than at 3:30, so listen to me
Are there parts of your bodily that perpetually stink? I'm cursed with this, and I honestly don't know why such things happen. Just now I took a shower, and scrubbed with Irish Spring. My arm pits, five minutes afterwards, do not smell like Irish Spring. They smell like fucking armpit. I don't understand why this should be the case. Maybe I just wasn't meant to be clean.
Additionally, I'm happy to be moving out of this stupid frat. As if our bathroom weren't already ghetto enough, a chunk of the ceiling fell out, and now a rather sizeable bit of plaster is dangling ominously over the toilet. I was pooping and trying to scootch myself as far forward as possible so as to not get hit by falling ceiling. Thankfully, my bowel movement went uninterrupted.
Anyway, Mark McManus sent two CD's over to KALX, and now both of them are in my possession. There's some great stuff on there, but I'm kind of disappointed that "Future Girl" isn't there. I love "Future Girl". At least I remember most of the words, so I can sing it to myself.
It's getting to that point in school where you hold your breath and wait for everything to end. There's a lot more school, but at the same time it's almost done. Then a week off, then back to school once again.
And now, a quiz:
Am I...
a.) Obnoxiously Weird
b.) Obnoxiously Normal
c.) Pleasantly Weird
d.) Pleasantly Normal
Answer in comments, include whatever other commentary you feel is necessary...
So am I really so desperate as to make stupid quizzes about myself and post them on my weblog? You betcha.
This weekend was full of Oleg and Lelanders, Cheesecake, M&M's, movies, hanging out, you know. Good stuff.
I went to the International House to eat today, and I'm beginning to wonder if I'm actually amazingly sexy or appealing or something. This French girl comes by and sits across from me, for no reason whatsoever, and she insists on having a conversation with me. This is the second time this sort of thing has happened, and I just don't understand what's so great about me.
I guess I just have international appeal.
Two weeks of school left, I've been listening to Mark Meyer, and the Avalanches and Kevin Burke and RJD2. I have to remember to contact the coop guy so I can move in earlier. And I guess I should go to bed so that I can wake up early and do my math homework that I've neglected for so long.
