misery and glee!

hours and hours of telephone time yesterday. "i DEMAND satisfaction!"
next semester? what next semester?
there's a level at which i enjoy being brainy and talking "issues" and reading books and smoking clove cigarettes and drinking coffee. there's another, equally important, level at which i can barely form complete sentences and just want to watch all the Land Before Time movies in a row. the balance is impossible.
stick it to the man!, new york city, please, thanks
halloween is fake blood and glowsticks. that's a metaphor which i will duly submit to the honors journal.

i cut korean locks.

lately the universe has been reading my mind. i've been having weird dreams, and the celebrities of these have been telephoning me the next day. we're all still real. real AWESOME.

hey, current events.

and measures are what i'm so afraid to take

and i'd like to think we're better off for it

Libraries!
Chapped lips!
Bike crashes!

Water fountains!
Phone calls!
Electric blankets!

Forks and knives!
Noogies!
Valedictorians!

halloween does get better as you get older.
i'm currently wearing the texas wushu tshirt (thanks jeffbrain).
perspective... bring it on !
i would like to sit and stare, thanks.

"once upon a memory.... i had a dream within a dream"

i wrote a sentence that was true, then deleted every other word. then it was a lie. so i deleted the whole thing.

luckily, today alexei and i left our legacy in the backyard of horizons. two shovels, barefeet, one hole, and an apple core. followed, of course, by a blood oath to return in 30 years time. let biology do its work, and hope for no mass devastation between now and then.
in terms of mass devastation, reading science fiction reminds me of that possibility.

i think i said all that needed to be said.
thanksgiving will be a bummer in boulder! the exclamation points' purpose is to underline the massive joy alliteration can bring even in dire circumstances, such as the anticipation of spending a national holiday/school break doing homework.

the world told me everything, and i told them it was all symbolism.

my eyes won't open all the way,
lauren

i'm gonna bribe the officials, i'm gonna kill all the judges

spring break 2005: fall edition was, i think, a smashing success, though we didn't play street hockey at all. thanks to the entire state of texas (that means every citizen) for your hospitality. someone help them out with their puns, though.

WIMPS!

usability? tell me something i don't know.

something nice about boulder is that the traffic signals are extremely obliging. they must have some heavy-duty sensors on those things. i like it.

oh!klahoma soon. ah, the great plains. i'm going to buy cheap cigarettes on an indian reservation and just sit outside roks chain-smoking the entire time because i'm missing the come-as-your-favorite-UN-delegate party for it. actually, i'm pretty excited. for the cigarettes. man.

this rain or rain in general?

a bunch of new people moved into horizons while i was gone. they all have accents. YES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

i think it's too early for that kind of crap

wild creature!

in my non-aiesec friendships, aiesec is regarded in the same way one regards his/her friend's shitty boyfriend. i go through phases in which i complain about it, i say i'm going to quit... pretty much whenever i say i'm stressed it's at some level related to aiesec. i say i hate it, pick out all its faults, and vow to take immediate and decisive action.
BUT!
i never do it. i always stay in. i'll get excited about something aiesec-related and they'll say "you're excited about aiesec? i thought you were going to quit." and i get that sheepish look, the mumbling "uh, well, you know... i got sucked in again. i couldn't do it."
which i think is goofy. in a good way.

in other news, i'm going to go to texas in one week. i expect: to hold and shoot a gun, to consume a lot of illicit substances, to lasso at least one cow, to watch t*witches with the only other person who understands the value of it, to say "howdy" at least 30 times. did i mention guns? guns? guns?