Tried waffle cheesecake ice-cream. I wish they had left out the waffle. Waffle does not belong in ice-cream. They should make a law or something.
Watching the season finale of Greek. Fracking brilliant. Hell week is hilarious, but sorority girls and rituals still creep me out– everyone in size 2 dresses, perfect generic hair, the candles, the soulless expressions. At least the kappa taus had funny robes, jewish music and fun.
Yesterday was Take Your Mom to Gym Day. Today is Run All the Errands You’ve Been Putting Off All Week Day.
Laundry finally arrived. Backing up some files before I jump into the shower. Also listening to Bourbon Crow. “I’m gonna drink till you ain’t ugly anymore…” Best lyrics ever.
Today, someone gave me Neil Gaiman’s “The Graveyard Book”. Apparently, I got this for being nice. (Shocking, I know.)
It was the oddest thing. Like every kind of weird stuff that happens in dreams just came together in one montage of embarrassing awfulness. There was the suddenly-finding-yourself-naked-in-public part, the part where both your mobile phone and computer refuse to work, the part the one where the guy you like acts like the biggest jerk. Only you can’t call him up and yell at him because your phone isn’t working. Then after a while, you meet up with your old high school classmates and you find out they don’t like you anymore.
There was more, but I don’t like to depress you, gentle readers, any more than I have to.
I should’ve woken up screaming but I didn’t. I’ll just console myself with chocolate now. Later.
I’m back online after four days. Yeah, that’s right. So much stuff has been going on the past weekend — a class party, a birthday lunch, stalking Tony Bourdain, my Mom flying in from the province to stay with me — that any downtime I could get I spent catching up on my sleep.
Anyway, I’m back now, mostly to upload photos and videos of what I now call the Lost Weekend. Tomorrow, I’m putting my nose back on the grindstone and finishing all my school papers as the deadlines are looming. Wish me luck.
(From Neil Gaiman’s blog.)
Another reason why I love England. This was an effort to counter all the pro-religious advertising out there. I for one am sick and tired of being told I’m going to burn in hell because I don’t believe in the stuff everyone else does.
My home wifi got back online today, so here I am at three a.m. doing my thing. I’m kinda tired from the gym (mostly because I haven’t been there in a week) and the movie we saw afterwards — “Body of Lies”. Pretty good. Mark Strong was a badass, and totally stole every scene from DiCaprio and Crowe. We didn’t recognize him (Strong) at first because he went completely manorexic for the movie. Still, he slapped a man with a flick of two fingers, so we do not doubt his powers of awesome.
Going to bed now. I have a ton of papers to finish writing and submit this week. Then, off to go shopping for a gown as I will be attending a ball in about weeks.