Only Ephemeral Strawberry Milk Tuesday, Nov 30 2004
4. Junior Year and La Vie Antérieure 10:02 pm
From the Back of a Rental Car: Felt Interior Tuesday, Nov 23 2004
4. Junior Year and La Vie Antérieure 10:02 pm
:: 2004 23 November :: 10.17 am
:: Mood: blank
:: Music: Lindsay Fucking Lohan (Leigh=suck.)
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In St. Louis.
At Old Courthouse.
Where Dred Scott was screwed over.
Driving around with mom, sister, dad, luggage – hell on wheels, certainly. Am going to visit my senile, girl scout grandmother – this is what old age has always been to me; so many summers and each president’s weekend we come out to Illinois and i sit in the front seat with my father and he tells me that she’s worse this time than ever. He used to whisper “thank you” to me all the time, as we dutifully told her one more time where i was going to college, and he’d squeeze my shoulder. Now it is more of the anger. More of the same.
The rain is steady; there was a storm coming in from northwest and the cold over missouri just. Sticks. Three to five inches of snow in kansas city. Carl, are you cold? I miss you.
Salzurg/Linz/Vienna/Prague. March 13th. It’s very tempting.
Just might go.
This morning i was awakened by the room service cart at 7:00, on one of three available sleep-in days of vacation. My little sister had gotten three side orders of sausage and a big league stack of chocolate chip pancakes.
Mariann and Emmet got chocolate chip pancakes at IHOP the other night, post-pixies. Mariann and i had been staying with the des unit, since saturday after photo and the summarization of “le chouet bouquet.” We went out that night for mass consumption of roast beefwiches and viewing of the incredibles, which was funny. And necessary. The midwest is notable for its beautiful parking lots … there would be nothing drawing me from the coast if it weren’t for dusk outside the movie theatre, which no one else really seems to love. Now, in the rain, it is sad and the same – not quite ohio, but the steak and shakes and drury inns still line the highway. My family makes my tummy hurt.
Now that pixies are over, i don’t know what to think – seeing frank kitts and kim deal. That was something.
Sigh. 5% battery.
Do It Just Like You’re Starting a Lawnmower Tuesday, Nov 16 2004
4. Junior Year and La Vie Antérieure 10:01 pm
:: 2004 16 November :: 9.41 pm
:: Mood: sore
:: Music: Phil Ochs, Outside of a Small Circle of Friends
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i figure that it is beneficial to begin my sports before mr. schmitt actually tracks me down with his beating stick, and thus i am the newest member of “new age aerobics,” run by doc rob, famous for being ben’s terrifying advisor.. and giving him a lord of the rings journal for graduation. (?)
so, for an hour and fifteen minutes, i locked myself in the innermost chamber of the MAC labrynth, windows covered in thick plastic to deter would-be spectators, and kickboxed to a video from 1992. do i dare call it kickboxing? my grievous tendency to injure and humiliate myself when i do this sort of thing quickly made me rethink the benefits of voluntary athletics. we hopped along in rows to an manly orange lady in a revealing, prison-stripe singlet, learning “cuts” and “uppercuts” – as everyone else step-crossjab-uppercutkickback-kickback-onetwothreesidekick-recover-squatted, i fumbled. practically broke a chair, and a few ankles. margaret fell over once, which was somewhat consolatory, but i was disasterous.
tomorrow is tae-bo. i have a renewed appreciation for saturdays.
i slept through physics this morning – i spent the first two periods sleeping in my closet, where i apparently decided to catch a quick couple of Zs last night… i was then locked out of the morg, where i am supposed to report for spar, and had to wander through the health center. on the bright side, my roommate said words:
what sport are you doing/dance/i was/it is annoying
anna liu is SO much worse than DCF. so much. where oh where is my spivey?
half life two will liquify the planet. and my head is the visual thesaurus in color.
