Tonight: Finish scanning photos. Either hang out with Jenn or read and unwind.
Tomorrow: Photos of jerks in the morning. Electrix Six IN TEH NIGHT.
Sunday: Do that AFAC annual report. Church. Something undetermined after.
I have serious doubts about this weekend topping LAST weekend. But we’ll have to see.
SONG OF THE DAY: “Wipe That Sound,” by Mouse On Mars.
“If you know Aimee Mann, it’s probably because you remember the soundtrack to the movie Magnolia or because you have a serious affinity for depressing music.”
PROS AND CONS:
PROS: “Awesome lyrics, cool concept.”
CONS: “Overuse of the word ‘baby.’”
I have no opinion either way on the matter. I just like reading student newspaper CD reviews.
Nothing is happening today. And it is not happening with a maddening slowness.
But look!
SkiFree Fan Fiction!
My entire e-mail inbox:
“Did you delete the files I had stored on the website?”
Yes. Yes, I did, because they were in folders that hadn’t been active for nearly a year and had been replaced by newer pages in other folders.
“Did you back up everything you deleted?”
Well. I thought I did.
Confrontational advertising language is starting to grate on me (but it’s passing, as well) - but I sure like this.
FYI: I cancelled my WoW account, so it’s okay for us all to laugh together.
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New place:
Coming together. Themes/colors decided on for every room except the kitchen (which has to be ESPECIALLY ABSURD, in my opinion, and possibly yellow).
I suggested (in jest) painting my hall closet door red, letting it dry, and then painting all but a mistake-looking corner black. Matt approved so much that I may actually do this.
Er, you might not get what I just said (or at least, the DEPTH of it) if you did not attend last year’s housewarming party. Which probably means: I shouldn’t do it. But. Hmm.
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Dialogue!
BOOKSTORE GIRL IN VINTAGE BOWIE SHIRT: “You know, these pop-tarts are two for a dollar. I’m just sayin’.”
DOUG: “That seems like a bit much for me, thanks. How much are they on their own?”
BGIVBS: “Fifty cents.”
DOUG: “That’s a good dea-……..wait a minute.”
BGIVBS: “Well, they’re seventy-nine, but since you’re here all the time, you know…”
DOUG: “Well, thank you. Anyway, I suppose I will pay a dear enough price upon consuming this…’Full Throttle’ drink.”
(I actually said this, for some reason. Do not imagine a Dr. Orpheus voice)
BGIVBS: “Probably.”
Okay, so, I have several Major Projects at work. And thanks to some kind of mind-altered state, I am both extremely productive and interested in completing them.
However:
In three days, I have been entirely unable to touch them because of the minute-to-minute demands of clients and associates. I can’t seem to find a way to cut back on this stuff enough to finish just onnnnnneeeeee thinnnnng. It’s insane.
I’m siting here with an 8-item list of things that need to be done ASAP, but when I go into the staff meeting on Tuesday, they’ll ask “Where’s the map? Where’s Student Life?” THEY ARE NOWHERE. THEY ARE NOWHERE BECAUSE I SPENT ALL DAY MAKING TINY UPDATES TO FORMS.
*deep breaths*
Alright, so I don’t really like Devendra Banhart. I confess. But I love Joanna Newsom, and very very very much.
For some reason, I thought that was going to be more cleansing than it turned out to be.
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