Ha! Have blown a raspberry in the faces of the Public Transportation and Time Management Demons and managed to get to the Philadelphia Museum of Art for my evil Art History paper of Doom. I have no idea what I would have done without Melvin (my digital camera), as the details will be difficult to remember, and I won’t be able to get back to the museum before the paper is due, thanks to wonky museum hours and an inconvenient class schedule. But now I shall conquer with my mighty Priscellian might!
Matt has been cast as Brad in the Rocky Horror Picture Show. The mind rebells.
I hope you enjoy fishnets, Matt.
Oooh! Goldmine! I completely forgot that I haven’t done any WIAN work on “Quidditch Through the Ages.” Well, I mean I haven’t posted any. Rachel and I have been exchanging weird French phrases on our note board, and tonight, I gave her “Helas, je me suis transfiguree les pieds,” and when she asked about it, I told her I got it from “Quidditch Through the Ages.” I flipped through the book to find the reference, with mounting glee as I saw the amount of WIAN work I’d already done, yet had forgotten about. After my Art History paper and midterm are behind me, I’ll have to get back to work!
Wow. That’s rather surreal. I just realized that I have never collaborated with Maggie before. TVSP2 will be my first time. (We shall take the world by storm! Huzzah!) And how many times have I every collaborated with Alicey? It’s got to be in the single digits. Zounds.
Ugh. There I was, typing a post about the annoyances of CGing at super-high resolutions for the calendar, when Giselle came into my room, in tears over the recent events in Israel. She kept wailing “Why do they keep killing people?”
What do you say to something like that? How do you comfort someone who lives in fear of something happening to her family, who can’t even go to a restaurant without fear of terrorist activity? Why are people so full of hatred?
Renata = ♥
My Solution to Preventing the Reelection of George W. Bush: Voters must correctly answer a series of current-events questions before being allowed to cast their ballot. If they believe we indeed found any weapons of mass destruction in Iraq, their vote does not count. Simple as that. The last thing that man needs is a mandate from the people who don’t know any better.
Apparently, the name for this year’s JETS robot is “Panacea.”
It sounds like “Pancreas.”
Someone seriously needs to keep an eye on those girls back home.
Wah. Am cold, tired, and people are denying me hot chocolate. Had a splendid evening at the Christine Lavin concert until the train home was 20 minutes late and I had to sit out in the cold for an hour and it was dark and scary and I was alone and there was nowhere I could go and I had no gloves and only thin socks and my hands and feet are still numb and I am still sick and sniffly and had few kleenex and did I mention there’s NO HOT CHOCOLATE? Savages! How do you run out of hot chocolate when you know there are cold, PMSing women that ask for nothing more than a bit of chocolatey deliciousness to warm them up a treat and CARMEN HAS HOT CHOCOLATE SHE IS MY SAVIOR and a goddesslike beacon of glory and good things and I LOVE CARMEN and now my hot chocolate has cooled off to the point of drinkability so I can enjoy it’s life-giving radiance and warmth.
Happy now.
No Philadelphia, no Dallas. King of Prussia is listed, but there’s no way I’m hanging out there at 3 AM. God’s way of saying “Erm… didn’t you have EXAMS?”
Bad timing, Mr. Jackson. Bad timing.