... dicking my way through a quiz in a class on a book i didn't read, because i'd read it five or six years ago, only to find out i'd gotten at least a "b" on it.
... being the only person in america to not only hate the music of bright eyes, but to think connor oberst is a dick. if he'd like to prove me wrong, he and all of his indie rock buddies can buy me one of the beers they owe me, and we can chat. i'm up for that.
... after two months of last-minute writing attempts to get my shit done and out the door with only seconds to spare, i'm beginning the journey towards completing things ahead of time. that said, i've got one of my articles for next month's (yes, april's) subter.com issue done ... rough draft ... and am in process of getting stuff for the second.
.... does this former admission apply to my school work??? HELL NO!!!
... the dog is officially co-dependent, the cats are confused and angry cuz i moved their litter, and we're going to smuggle a rat out of the psych lab at the end of the semester, because we CLEARLY need another pet!
... i am utterly exhausted, but excited about my life and where it seems to be headed. this is the first time i have been able to say this without apology or doubt in several years.
... had an amazing and unexpected conversation last night, at a gentlemen's club, about religion, science, and the places they meet and intersect. with a meterologist. and i'm a religious studies major. and we agreed ... and he was drunk. but it was wonderful. thanks man!!!
... i cut all my nails off. not because they were tempting me to bite them, but because i need them to all be short, as i don't care to spend the time anymore with the OPI goddesses that invented "nail envy." the everyday process of it all makes me tired, and i want to be able to type as fast as i used to w/o any mistakes ... nails got in the way of that.
... poverty's a bitch. it makes you debate things you never thought you would, like whether or not you really need all the books you currently own, and how much they'd be worth to a second-hand store. and then you wake up and realize you don't need food that bad. YES, I AM A JUNKIE. SUE ME.
and that's all she wrote. i must go take an essay test for old testament ... and then take a nap and pretend i give a shit about the mathmatical side of astronomy, so i can graduate.
"you don't need that foot that bad" hilarious
Posted by: sweet pea | Tuesday, March 01, 2005 at 03:38 PM
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Posted by: Sara Jane | Tuesday, March 01, 2005 at 04:28 PM
Oberst is a poseur-- S.T. Erlewine of allmusic.com absolutely took the new albums apart last month. Very entertaining. My lovely wife doesn't think much of him, either. Two chords and an attitude. Yuck.
Posted by: Konrad Lindner | Wednesday, March 02, 2005 at 01:01 PM
Ha! I like the word dick.
Posted by: steph | Wednesday, March 02, 2005 at 02:57 PM
Yeah, dick works, too...
Posted by: Konrad Lindner | Wednesday, March 02, 2005 at 08:31 PM
i looked up "connor oberst is a dick" on google and this was the only result returned.
thank you.
Posted by: billy mack | Monday, May 23, 2005 at 10:10 PM