It was so chilly last night! But it was nice, other than the noisy, moisture-evacuating forced air heat whose furnace is approximately 4 feet from my pillow thing. But I busted out my Irish Wool duster, dug up my favorite scarf (Mary I swear I shall complete yours one day), and watched the wind make tiny cyclones of fallen leaves in the street.
I love fall...
I often fall myself. But that doesn't usually relate to seasons.
I'm getting internet this week... woohoo! Comcast High-Speed internet, to be precise. So I'll be connected at home and not reliant upon work or school to get me there!
Don't forget to go see a good cat gone wrong. Maybe it's just a less-than-smart-cat merely existing. Take it up with James.
Brrrrrr...
Busta
I've just gotten a flu shot, which is usually unfun, because of the soreness resulting in my arm later that day, but now I've been struck by waves of nausea and dizziness... Coincidence, or reaction? I've never been as certain as I am about this that it is NOT morning sickness, so don't ask, nosy peeps.
"All this aggravation ain't satisfactioning me..." I love songs that make up words... This is from the only Elvis song I ALWAYS dig ("Suspcious Minds" grows on me in the right mood).
I got my first graduate paper back, and I did better than I thought. Although upon reflection, it appears that me being really pessimistic and thinking I'll fail my papers seems to be part of my process... I need to work on one that's more affirming than that.
I was listening to "Scenario" by A Tribe Called Quest this morning, and I REALLY like Busta Rhyme's voice.
Ugh...
I posted a comment to semaphoria on the wrong posting (I must be delusional) so, in summary, apples are good for Bob. So Bob liking apples is a gooooood thing.
I bought and built a desk this weekend. I swore about 3 years ago that never again would I live in a place without a washer and dryer, or buy furniture that needed assembly. Famous last words, I suppose.
I'm putting off reading 6 chapters of a book for class that are on Federalism. I wonder why i'm putting it off.
There's a VERY slim chance I'll have the opportunity to do nuclear nonproliferation work in Russia for 14 months. Crazy.
Hi Bob!
I went out for beverages Wednesday night with Crazy Mara, Pei, Tim (whom I’d like to call Tim the Enchanter. I always want to call people named Tim that.), and Mara’s friend Lincoln. The beverages were of the adult variety because a particularly unpleasant 2 weeks at school ended Wednesday, and it was time to relax. We were out late (late for Heather who wakes up at 5 is 12:30, no one else thought it was late because they didn’t have to get up in the morning)
I give props to Tim and Lincoln who’ve never hung out with Crazy Mara and I before because we think we’re SO much fun and when having beverages, (I guess when we’re not, too) we laugh/giggle a LOT. See, Mara and I think we’re REALLY hilariously funny, and I could have shot her in the toe because she made me laugh out loud in class Wednesday night and it was seriously problematic to do that in class when talking about car bombings and decapitations. Anyhow… We were talking about Crazy Mara’s birthday Nov. 1, and each discussed our last birthdays. I happened to mention that I spent my birthday (May 27) with an 89 year old woman. To which Mara replied:
“Because it was Leap Year?”
Tim didn’t hear her because it was loud and his friends set off firecrackers next to his ears and he doesn’t hear well.
Pei didn’t hear because it was loud.
(Lincoln wasn’t there yet)
So they were looking at us like we were insane because all of a sudden she and I were laughing so hard we couldn’t breathe or speak, and crying was involved. It turns out Mara didn’t know why I was laughing, either, so I was trying to explain to the deaf ones what was funny, and to Mara why a Leap Year birthday in May doesn’t really affect with WHOM I spend pass the occasion. In fact a Leap Year birthday in ANY month doesn’t. I do suppose that it was you had to be there and be one of us to think it was funny, but there you go.
I wish I were a little juicy orange.
I'd really like a blood orange this morning...
I'm so excited about school and work (that is related to school...my job's grating on my last good nerve the past 2 weeks).
I love coffee.
I love learning Russian.
I love Bob. Who is Bob? I dunno, but if I had a friend with no arms or legs and threw him in the water that's what I'd call him.
I am so lonely....
without my frequent Freddie posts...
I'm glad you're getting your dreams in order and learning to fly, as defined by the big guy, but I do miss my daily dose of semaphoria...
But, Freddie DID give me the link to the debates that I missed because of school that can be downloaded into my nifty iPod!!!
Thanks friend.
I'm OVERWHELMED
Too much work, too much school, not enough time to get my work or my school done.
When an unstoppable force like that hits an immovable object like me...
New Words - thanks Lori!
Once again, The Washington Post published its yearly contest in which readers are asked to supply alternate meanings for variouswords. And the winners are...
1. Coffee (n.), a person who is coughed upon.
2. Flabbergasted (adj.), appalled over how much weight you have gained.
3. Abdicate (v.), to give up all hope of ever having a flat stomach.
4. Esplanade (v.), to attempt an explanation while drunk.
5. Willy-nilly (adj.), impotent.
6. Negligent (adj.), describes a condition in which you absent-mindedly answer the door in your nightgown.
7. Lymph (v.), to walk with a lisp.
8. Gargoyle (n.), an olive-flavored mouthwash.
9. Flatulence (n.) the emergency vehicle that picks you up after you are run over by a steamroller
10. Balderdash (n.), a rapidly receding hairline.
11. Testicle (n.), a humorous question on an exam.
12. Rectitude (n.), the formal, dignified demeanor assumed by a proctologist immediately before he examines you.
13. Oyster (n.), a person who sprinkles his conversation withYiddish expressions.
14. Pokemon (n), A Jamaican proctologist.
15. Frisbeetarianism (n.), The belief that, when you die your soul goes upon the roof and gets stuck there.
16. Circumvent (n.), the opening in the front of boxer shorts.
