i haven’t blogged for a while, though i have been meaning to. things i should have said:
i often joke that i wish i were a catholic. i know the catholic church is perhaps a little too old school for me, but it’s got more history and drama than any other christian church i can think of. (with the anglicans coming in second.) today was such a nice day that it had to be a miracle. if somebody wrote a hagiograph for me, this day would be in it.
ok, maybe it wasn’t so great, but it was a good day.
last night i got to party with jenn and eric b. we had king dong and watched golden girls. i tell you, these nights rock. they must continue. then we went to albatross, aka “the tross” according to the hip kids, and played uno. i kicked ass!!!
today i went to class and was a little overzealous. you know how it is. i just had so much to say about the ndp and the pds because i’m writing my thesis about it. oh well. i’ll save it for the homework.
then hellen and i kicked it on the steps of sproul, eating cracker jacks, and hearing about a guy hung like a camel. it was fun times.
hebrew was mildly interesting and i worked on the crossword.
then… then…
joe and i played monsterbash!!!!!!!! best day ever.
i came home and read and napped.
tonight might be fun.
joe and i are watching guys chop up dead animals for cooking. did i ever tell you that i wanted to be a butcher? yeah. i used to want to be a butcher. ha. not anymore.
i think i got a thesis topic. rad, rad, rad thesis. it’s about fascists. sucky, sucky, sucky fascists.
i bought new underwear today, which is good since my underwear, i mean pants were ratty. i haven’t had new underwear in a year. i also got a rad coffee mug. life is grand.
ok. it’s time to sleep and dream of killing fascists. winter 2004- the semester of fascism.
ernest hemingway is pure man. yesterday could be described as hemingway day. i not only watched the spanish earth, which featured his macho voice, but then i read for whom the bell tolls. it’s typical hemingway, which means manly and good. i kept thinking, “michael palin is nothing compared to hemingway.” sorta sad.
next week we’ll discuss george orwell and anarchists. am i excited? you bet. spanish anarchists are the best anarchists ever. i read orwell’s account of the civil war years ago in a futile attempt to “connect” with my dad’s family, but it didn’t work. i do envy the fact that many from around the world decided to go help the republic, as it seems that few people would do that today. if somebody does do that, they’re looked at like a terrorist or insane. where are the ideals?
i think i might have a thesis topic. i just need the books! grr.
oh, i’m putting new pictures in the bilder section slowly but surely.
ciao.
this map of postwar germany is cool. i lived in the englische zone.
i ditched hebrew today. i’m a bad kid. (which rhymes with yid).
german this morning was so-so. i wasn’t paying much attention. i mean, do i care what privelaged middle class brats have to say? no. i’d listen to myself more if i did.
last night i had some gross freshly ground juice. think apples, carrots, ginger, cellery, parsley, and some other crap. now mix it together- liquid puke.
i watched a movie in the library today. it was decent. i like movies about revolution. all these azhun kids with highlights kept watching “12 angry men” and looking bored. i wanted to smack them. that’s a great movie and does not deserve their ire. some other guy was watching “the king and i.” man, some classes have all the luck. ian hart was in my movie. he was in backbeat and michael conroy. i dig him.
viva revolution!
joe’s on the phone with his brother reading about the tricky questions microsoft uses to weed out it’s job applicants. my life is awesome.
you know why?
hanson was just on mtv cribs. the eldest and youngest live together in new york. the girlie one lives with his wife. how the fuck is hanson married? why do you care? why do i care? i didn’t care, until they opened the fridge to show an entire shelf of cold dr pepper!!!!!!!!!! me and hanson, we could hang. this makes them decent folk. of course, joe and i have more dr pepper than them and we aren’t quite so lame, but they’re still ok. well… just the two who cut their hair and don’t look ultra femme.
something that scares me about the upcoming election:
people with email adresses like skaterhottie69@blahblah.com can vote. i’m sorry, but that just doesn’t scream trustworthy or responsible electorate.
ps. people with email adresses like daddiesprinc3ss@poshbrat.com shouldn’t be able to vote either.
what’s the fastest way to drive joe out of the living room?
go crazy watching a tv show about football, screaming about how 1966 was the magical year for england.
i watched a documentary tonight on argentinian football. at first i was excited thinking it might have been about the 66 world cup, but instead it was about the involvement of the junta and the national team. politics and football are one in the same south of the border. you’d never see such scandal up here. they showed maradona’s “hand of god” a few times. what bullshit. bullshit!!! though the following goal was pure gold. ahh….
landon donovan was “hosting” the programme, by doing stupid “soccer” tips/trivia before and after commercials. that boy is boring. i’m sorry. he’s still and has no personality. he might be great, but he’s dull. players like him make me not want go see an mls game. he’s not even that good looking. i know that’s shallow, but what ever. i’m still pissed that owen’s playing for real madrid, frings plays for bayern, and scholes quit the england squad. whinge whinge whinge.
ok. time for sleep, and then i really need to crack down on the thesis bullshit. i have no ambition anymore for anything other than cheerios and capri suns. i live a great life.
something’s burning.
i’m worn out from reshelving.
i’m tired from worrying about my thesis.
my ears hurt from those stupid ass earbud headphones.
i’m sad that dr. frank hasn’t blogged all month.
and i’m emberassed that my new chucks are so blinding white that i look like the ultimate poseur that i am.
this is just a test.
if you don’t understand me, that means i’m genius.
jenn and i are watching the lost boys right now. and by right now i mean this very moment!!! oh, the joys of wireless. i never saw the movie but, my high school english teacher, mr. roberts, had the movie poster on his class room wall. oooh, kiefer sutherland,
but that’s not why the movie is cool. movie is cool cos it has vampies and the two coreys. oh, and the frog brothers. which leads us to the next point…
the non-corey frog brother, aka the good looking one, aka the one jenn had a crush when she was 8 is…. jamison newlander. sound cool? well, turns out he’s joe’s cousin. here’s the creepy bit- if i had seen the movie when i was 7 or 8, i’d probably have had a crush on him too.
check out the new lost boys dvd, complete with commentary with the frog brothers.
ps- the story of two coreys, haimster and feldog is the most hideous thing since the surreal life. corey feldman is still crap, and corey haim is fat and ugly. he still seems slightly fruity (read- gay), but… way over the cute hill. let me and jenn tell you, jamison newlander- still better looking.
pps- jamison newlander, he’s way cooler than the two coreys now. in his commentary, he seems relaxed, and laughs at himself in a nice reminiscent way, unlike corey feldman, who still thinks he’s the shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiitttttttt!!! and jenn thinks alan frog is still good lookin’. (“he is, but he has funny ears.”)
that’s a bad title. i mean… there’s no way i could be in labour (unlike aaron’s sister), but this is tag der arbeit, and i’m going on one day holiday to rock the ‘cruz. santa cruz. i’ve never been, and joe and i are going to go visit erin. (two [erIn]s in one paragraph!)
anyhow…
friday was dope as hell, and i didn’t get ill. jenn, bobby m, and i hit up a few bars in alameda. the first one was sorta weird. country records on the wall, wanna be greasers at the bar, and bad tunes on the juke box. the coke tasted weird too. the next bar was rad, even if bobby was accosted by some scary old ladies who wanted the full pinche… if you know what i mean. it was a fun night, and i want to do it again. someday…
i had some other rad things to say on this here blog, but it’s just not coming to me. i could rant about how idiotic the young people of this country are. in my german course this semester, we’re going to talk a lot about current events. it’s tough when the most vocal people in the class think newsweek and time are great sources for news, and don’t want to hear about news every day. oh well. the one good thing about the class, other than hellen, is the fact that the professor seems to appreciate my snarky attitude. being a brat pays off!!!
oh, and college football’s back on tv. the only thing that would make it better would be randy. blah!!!
ok. time to get going.
let’s get cracking on this thesis motherhubbard! i have the fun task to narrow down my wide topic of antifa to something manageable. what the hell though? at least my german won’t go away, because all my sources will be in german i think. just my luck. oh well. i guess i have to be different.
the garlic on my toes is making them stick together. it’s annoying.
hellen likes the scrapple. makes me think of randy.
i’m just dreaming of my ice cream cone, and the west wing sucks.
