OLD GREG

Old greg is my new hero. Have you ever drunk Bailey’s out of a shoe?

Make an assessment.

superman that ho!

Since I know we’ve all been thinking a lot about obnoxious songs lately, I thought I’d just introduce y’all to one more classic of the genre. Ian, you said you’d never heard this, which blows my mind.

Start here with Soulja Boy’s “Crank That.”

If you want to learn the dance, check out the instructional DVD.

There are about a thousand people on youtube who have learned this dance (or made up spiderman variations?).

But do you know what it means to “superman that ho?” Or to “Spiderman that ho?”

Yeah, I thought not. The internet is a strange mistress.

one whole week

I am done with all of the work that needed to happen before Thanksgiving! This is EXCELLENT. I am just chilling here for a while, decompressing and bumming around. It’s lovely.

Do I want to discuss my romantic life? NO. NO I DO NOT. (I’m fine. There is really nothing to discuss. Some day, there will be something definitive about that particular gnarl, but for now there is some mild angst, some serious emo (according to chris), and no clarity at all.)

If you’re going to be around Tucson for Thanksgiving, hit me up, and we will hang out. If you’re a Stanford person, I’m leaving this Monday (the 19th) and I’ll be back next Monday (the 26th). It may be difficult, but I have confidence in you. You’ll survive in my absence. Be strong.

boring

Somehow I have another paper due on Friday morning. Crap. They always sneak up on me like this. It’s a function of my tendency to procrastinate, which I inherited from my mother. (Thanks, Mom.) Last time I had one of these, I was almost done with it by now, but this time, it’s just not happening. I’m gonna have to work on it tomorrow, unfortunately.

This is a really boring entry, isn’t it? That’s very appropriate, actually, since I’m REALLY bored. And now I will put us out of our misery by ending this boring post (for you) and going to bed (for me).

Night, kids.

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TWITCH

My eye has been twitching for three days. Think I might be a little bit stressed out?

Also, insult of insults (and I do MEAN that), my TA marked a couple of things in my midterm as run-on sentences. Now, I may be mistaken, but I’m pretty sure I haven’t turned in anything resembling a run-on sentence since I was about 15, and I certainly haven’t started now. THEY ARE NOT RUN-ON SENTENCES. ARRRRGH!! My soul recoils at the allegation, but I’m kind of afraid to go challenge it, for fear that they actually ARE run-on sentences and for fear of pissing off my (perhaps slightly sensitive) TA. I am the first to admit that my midterm was *ahem* not my best work, but it DEFINITELY wasn’t grammatically lacking.

I will also admit that the sentences (3 OF THEM) in question are long. However, there is no rule against clauses. It’s not like I’ve suddenly changed my style of writing or something, and no one’s complained about my “run-ons” before. Can you tell I’m mad? I’m mad.

Anyhow. To offset the mad, I will leave you with links to some things that have been making me happy and diminishing my eye twitchiness:

• Code monkey like fritos. Code monkey like Tab and Mountain Dew. Code monkey very simple man with big warm fuzzy secret heart.
• Package contained bobcat. Would not buy again.
• YES! IN YOUR FACE, POETRY!

That’s it. For now.

five reasons I hate daylight savings

1. Since I am on a college student schedule, moving sunset earlier actually leaves MORE of my day in darkness, not less.

2. Since clock time is an artificial construction ANYHOW, we’re modifying something artificial, artificially, to make it more natural? What?

3. It is just one more thing to remember. No, we can’t just set our clocks and forget about it. We have to do this constant switching back and forth, making our lives more complicated for absolutely no reason.

4. While it may “give” you an extra hour in the fall, it also rips one mercilessly from your hands in the spring, thereby negating the brief joy of an extra hour.

5. I am hungry at 5:30 instead of 6:30, but only babies and old people eat at 5:30. My pride is keeping me hungry, and hungry Mary is SO much less nice than not-hungry Mary.

holy shit, technology!

DUDE.

I knew my phone could hold a fairly serious amount of music, but through the amazing power of bluetooth, I’ve just experienced it first hand. I can now play the sex and the city theme ANYWHERE I WANT, OUT LOUD. ON MY PHONE.

Shit, son. This is awesome.

forgot to freak out

The problem with the quarter system is that it is constantly midterm season, especially for classes with more than one midterm. Every couple of weeks, some class or other buckles down into hardcore freakout mode, taking me with it, which means that I get regrettably used to being in freakout mode, and I forget to freak out. For instance, right this minute I should be studying for a clinical psych midterm by reading four chapters of textbook and running through three weeks of powerpoints, but instead I am here, writing this pointless entry about how I’m not working.

So, moral of the story is that I’m not working, but I should be. In fact, I should go read RIGHT NOW.

I’m going.

Really, I am.

I promise.

Now.

a note on passwords

You may notice that a few posts are going under passwords in the next couple of days, so if you want to see them, the password is the nickname. If you can’t figure that out, then ask me. Also, if you can’t figure that out, you haven’t been paying attention.