We Are So Awesome.
Kiyomi, Kiyomi, Kiyomi. We always seem to have a grand time together, and this weekend was no exception.
We racked up a few more hours in St. Mark's. When we left on Friday night, I drove next to you for what? 9 blocks? Making faces at you without you noticing it was me. Thinking I was some creepy stalker. We rock.
Saturday, back to St. Mark's for some, what I believe you called "pre-partying." Whoo! Coffee! We were joined by the Lovely Miss Sarah and briefly by Miss Rachel. When we started getting close to that coffee intake limit it was off to your little Club Smash. But of course we had to get really confussed before getting there. All I'm sayin' is, it's a good thing one of us has a sense of direction.
As for club smash, there was the attempted "threesome" in the bathroom, I opted to go alone which seemed to have hurt the feelings of the guy behind me in line. Sorry man. There was the jogging girl, whose dancing resmbled one of the characters in a Peanuts cartoon, "Hey! That kid is in my Art History class!" making it so everytime he passed someone had to say "Hey! That's the kid in your art history class!" HEAVY duty make out session behind me that came to an end with "so, what's your name?" a guitarist dressed as a playboy bunny and a three way male make out. hot. I was almost positive we had had the conversation where I explained that I don't dance. ever. Well...unless I am really drunk. We did have this conversation. I remember it now. Because you replied "Yeah, you don't really seem like a dancer." Why you were suprised that I didn't dance I don't know. Never the less, I had a great time. Why? Other than the reasons mentioned above, hipsters are great people watching, and people watching is among my fav passtimes, right up there with eves dropping.
Then it was the long trek out to Will's house to watch an Aussie film while you passed out on me mumbeling things to my stomach like "mmm..uterus." Glad you enjoyed it. And Sarah sought "banket! help!" and "car! help!" 4am start the long trek to St. Mark's to fetch my car. Please tell me you realized it was me driving next to you guys on York! I think I may have cut you off actually. sorry. 6am sleeeeeeeeeep.
And then there was today. Fun at Barnes and Noble. Who the hell brings their dog to a bookstore? And buys books like "the subtle art of quiting" "Fen Shui Your Wedding!" and something about the art or glory of the Las Vegas wedding? Whatever, we found bookworm trivial pursuit and Kama Sutra in a can so we still win (they put out the funniest stuff for Valentines Day).
Walgreen's pit stop for some lovely photos from last night and break. "No, its artistic, because the camera is at an angle." Me flinging the entire contents of my bag all over my car when a huge ditch appeared suddenly in the road and livin' it up at Noodles. See you Friday for more Shenanigens.
Oh, and you have a sexy ass. Happy? Does that fulfill your request for an entry about you and your sexy ass?
And Sarah, puddle.
Freakin' Idiot!
Napoleon Dyanamite
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I would look bitchin' in that suit.
But Oak Express is. (sorry. had to)
So something has happened. Something that goes against everything I have believed for the last...decade....a bit more really. I like school. Like I really like it. My long days, can't wait! My fiction class was cancelled the other day, instead of jumping for joy that I actually had time for lunch instead of waiting another three hours until it was time to go home, I heard a little voice inside me say "aww...I wanted to go to that class today." WHAT?! That's not natural. Class being cancelled and utter disappointment do not go together. It would be like crying tears of sarrow when East caught on fire. These are things you hope for.
Right, I am gonna go write some letters. Maybe if you are super nice I will send one to you.
No Free Shows
Thats a lie.
There is an old double decker bus in Denver that you can rent for parties. Driving home from John's house around midnight this bus turned in front of me. I saw everyone on the second level dancing and having a good time and smiled a little to myself. Then I noticed that one of them was naked. Not, "I'm hot from dancing so i think I will loosen or remove an item of clothing." No, full on nude. So I did what anyone in my position would do, laugh and contemplate giving a friendly honk at this guy who might not have realized that his nudity was being viewed by those in the bus and anyone else who happened to pass by. And since they appeared to be headed toward downtown, it looks like a few more people would see a dancing pantless ass before the night was out.
Haiku Off
ok kids. Time to show me your mad Haiku skills. I need 10 of them and I can't use my favorite one for several reasons.
New Years Day-
everything is in blossom!
I feel about average.
you said it Issa.
Spring Semester
I have to say, day two of the semester was a lot more fun, and productive than day one. But then again yesterday consisted of my Art History prof. walking into the room and giving the following speech "Hi...I'm Fionna Bright.....I am the slide librarian here at UCD....I was sitting in my office eariler when the head of the department called to inform me that I was to be teaching a class this semester and that it started in 10 minutes....so I don't really have anything for you guys....so lets look at some slide." Three slides later "class dismissed."
Today on the other hand my creative writing teacher analyzed a Haiku by comparing it to Krispy Kreme donuts, then tried to figure out why they were so great. He also told us we weren't allowed to write Haikus about "the man," the president or Qwest (mainly because he couldn't think of anything and the qwest sign was right outside the window).
Philosophy. "There are so many things I would rather do than read a philosophy text for the first time, like...well I have never had a root canal, but I can imagine it. Muzak playing, people with masks leaning over you with sharp, spining, grinding instruments while your eyes dart around the ceiling trying not to look at what they are doing...sounds terrible. And yet, I would rather do that than read Plato's The Republic for the first time." that my friends, is philosophy class.
Intro to Fiction. Dr. Tat Sung So is awesome. First thing he said when he walked into the room "what? you guys don't have friends? There is like 50 people in here! Why is no one talking? Lousy book worms." He brought a thermos full of Miso soup to drink in class and when someone said the read to build their vocab, he flipped. "WHY?! You do understand that you already took the SAT right? they aren't gonna spring it on you again. Be like me, I have 35 words and i use them over and over and over. Build your vocabulary...please!"
And biological anthropology is well...biological anthropology.
what do you do on day 2 of the flu? Read all 63 Alien Loves Predator comics.
Zoe.
There are some things I just don't expect to hear from a 7 year old.
Zoe: you know KFC?
Me: ...yeah.
Zoe: They lied to me.
Me: oh? how?
Zoe: well on the commercial they say that the inside of their chicken is all moist, BUT IT ISN'T!! It's all crispy!! and small!!
oh man. Zoe is great.
The Justice Squad!!
Well guys it looks like I am truely an adult in the eyes of the law, I just got summond for Jury duty. I don't know about you guys, but I wouldn't want someone like me on a my jury, I mean, I make important decisions by flipping a coin.
Once More, For Good Luck.
I just got the clove packets changed. I really really hate the taste of cloves now.
Dream A Little Dream of Me
Please note the time this post was published, almost 5am. I have not yet gone to sleep but oh how I have tried. This is day two of this. It happened a lot last year in Austria, bouts of insomnia, for awhile I was down to less than two hours of sleep a night. Which is sad, seeing as sleeping is one of my favorite pass times. So i learned, once a certian amount of time has passed, give up on sleep and do something. Last year I could often be found cleaning my room at odd hours if there were no fun movies on. Some of you received letters that were written when sleep was no longer an option. Tonight I decided to check the FM Vier website for todays webtip, low and behold it is a link to a blog entry titled "All the things you ever wanted to know about sleep (but were too afraid to ask)" I now know so much about sleep...just not how to achieve it right now.
"I ate the fetus crepe"
I have never made crepes, that is until 12am MST last night when Kiyomi and I thought it would be the perfect time to attempt such a culinary feat. Fresh from our adventures in the Tattered Cover and Annie's Cafe we set out to make these tasty treats. First we grabbed a box mix that had been left in my stocking. It made 36, that seemed like a few too many for a middle of the night first attempt. So we found another recipe. Unfortunatly splitting that recipe in half had its challenges, "so we need 1 1/4oz of butter. How the hell do we figure that out?" Never the less we, or rather Kiyomi who was in charge of mixing the batter, worked past any obstacle that arose to make a stunning bowl of crepe batter.
Now for cooking. When you buys crepes on the street in Paris they have all these dandy tools; a huge spatula, a nice flat surface to cook on, and this little stick that they twirl over the batter to flatten it out. Having that stick would have made things much easier. Instead our meathods varied from tilting the pan this way and that to trying to spread the rapidly cooking batter with the spatula. The end result, very oddly shappen crepes, that at times were a tad uneven in thickness. But that didn't stop us from eating and playing with all of them, no no. In fact I had a good laugh when at one point I turned around to see Kiyomi, hands on hips doing the church lady dance with bits of crepes stuck to her glasses. If only she had done her "sexy walk" it would have been too funny.
As I said to Kiyomi last night, I will master the art of crepes...or at least get damn close, and next time, I'll have Nutella in the house to go with them.
Thailand
Check out these photos my uncle sent me from Thailand. He was on a boat when the wave hit and didn't know anything was wrong until they reached an island that was a total disaster zone.
Cloves
This whole wisdom teeth thing is really getting old. The actual extraction wasn't too bad, but waking up with a dried pocket this morning was not fun. So I went back to the dentist and he put, what tastes like, cloves in them and sent me on my merry way. And although my mouth now tastes and smells overwhelmingly like cloves, it does feel a bit better.
Tomorrow
Guess what I get to do tomorrow! Thats right, get my wisdom teeth taken out, Hoorah! except not really. At least I only have 3. So for the next few days I will be living in a lovely drug haze, if you see me online....you've been warned.
Happy New Year
Well I hope everyone had an enjoyable new years. I personally find that new years is overrated and no matter how well I plan the evening, it always turns out way lame. Originally Kiyomi and I were going to throw a speakeasy party, but then realized that new years eve was like a day away so needless to say that didn't happen. So I decided not to plan anything and my evening turned out to be more enjoyable than expected. Score one for me! Although it was nothing compared to Dave's evening. He not only had a firework fight, but his friend slapped a reporter who waas trying to interview him about the most memorable moment of 2004. Oh those kids.
