Je suis triste...

Mes beaux amis,
Vous me manquez beaucoup.
C'est tout. Sans vous, ma vie n'est pas intéressante.

:(
xoxo

Una Noche de Preguntas

1. Is unfunny a word?
2. ROFL? Rolling on the floor laughing?
3. Why did it take me so long to figure out this title in Spanish? Has it really been that long?
4. Why do some teachers make their students post "response paragraphs" on blackboard?
5. If you could be smarter, more attractive, or more athletic, which would you choose?
6. Why was Lenoir so crowded tonight?
7. Isn't finals week awesome because we don't have to go to class?
8. It's too difficult to put things in question form?
9. Why is our room so incredibly cold? Anyone have ideas on how to fix it?
10. Goodnight? Goodnight moon?

So... many... unfunny jokes...

Friends,
Hope everyone sufficiently engorged themselves this Thanksgiving, now get on a treadmill you lardface! JK lolzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz ROFL

The other night I was unfortunately accosted by a man of non-descript race. He misguidingly concluded I was an athlete. I rightly concluded he must have been homeless. With a knife. I then received the impression that this might be a negative stereotype - albeit a correct one.

I have no clue what else to write. I am out of ideas.

Kisses. XOXO

So...many...leaves...

Happy day before Thanksgiving! It's been a while since I've written anything on here (Catherine is a lot more efficient than I am...) so I thought I'd give it a shot. And there is no time like the present, especially when you have a huge research paper to write.

My question is this: why on earth is it going to be 71 degrees tomorrow? It's November. In Virginia. NORTHERN Virginia. Maybe I can get a tan while eating turkey? I don't know. It will, however, be much colder the next morning, when I will be up at 4am to go shopping. We don't really buy all that much, but it's amazingly entertaining to watch people fight each other for really cheap stuff. Ah, holidays.

Oh--I got free coffee at Wawa yesterday on my drive home. What's a Wawa? Only the coolest gas station ever. In fact, you should probably drive to Virginia just to go to one. Trust me. And if you're there from 4-7pm, apparently you get free coffee.

Alright, time for me to go write about anti-Semitism and try and figure out why the Holocaust wasn't enough to stop it.

It really is good to be home. Happy turkey eating...

Some fool tried to tickle the workers at Cosmic.

I may be going to Charlotte. Essentially, someone wants us to drive 143 miles to dine at, not one but, TWO Peruvian eating establishments. If it's anything like our magical experience with Pollo Rico then the night will end with evil Mexican glares, no food, and me ice skating through six different emotions in the span of eighteen seconds.

Also, Jonathan has cultivated a peculiar fixation with Chesterton, the Davis Library velociraptor. If you'd like to visit him he resides on the South wall of Davis, closest to the Student Union. I'm sure he'd appreciate a friendly wave or casual hello. There's another dinosaur around the corner named Lou. Jonathan doesn't like him as much.

Parade was wonderful, thanks for asking. I'm glad you all came to hear me in it. Sike. You bitches.

I have paper towels right here in my room. You don't need to leave.

Also, I have a Brilliant Idea. Captial B. Captial I. Let's all just buy one-way tickets to some far-off destination, quit school, NOT take our Media Ethic exams, and live for yet-to-be-determined amount of years. J. Clem will go to South America, Miguel leave for New Zealand, Korean will go to Scotland, and I'll go... somewhere. Brussels maybe?

Alright. That is all for tonight. I love you all. Sorta.

Get Off Your Lazy Butt and Run (Like Mike!)

Why hello there, beautiful people.

My dad's going to Nuevo Mexico this weekend. I'm laughing. And about Amy Tan - I think she's dumb. I don't have anything to say about her.

Jonathan just said, "But look at the pencils!" Plaintively.

"BYAH!" he says.

I'm voting for the guy, no...the presidential candidate, what's his name? Stephen Colbert? He's not even running. Yes he is, in South Carolina. w00t. Rudy! That's who it is!

I'm so horribly unproductive, you can't even tell.

And college beards apparently don't count. Nick's OK with that, because he'll be out of college before he can grow one.

Jonathan has made everything in this room go to pot by his very presence.

No, not Rudy! Huckabee! I told you it was a double name, like 'Huckabee.' You know, the guy who used to be fat, but now he isn't. Running'll do that to ya.

El Fin.

Coversational Addendum:
Jonathan: I can't believe your mom would buy you 115 dollar pair of jeans.
Nick: My mom loves me.

News flash:
Jonathan's parents do not love him because they make him purchase his own denim.

Everything in Moderation

Friends. Get ready. Next year, in lieu of having to sell myself on Franklin to pay for housing, Jonathan, Jonathan, and I will be purchasing a trailer home and hitching it up to Jonathan's grotsky red Honda and hauling that junk up to the top floor of Cobb deck - putting that sucker in park - and residing there for our final, triumphant year at this God-forsaken University. And yes, we WILL have the hookah bubblin' TWENTY-FOUR-SEVEN. Also, while I am having a lesbian relationship with Abby Farson after I don't get married, J. Hecht will be having on-again-off-again love triangle with Fillet-o-Fish and Jonathan Clements.

Andrew Fletcher desperately needs a point of balance. Or alcohol. Or weed. Or both. Either are okay in moderation.

By the way, I am going to Mexico. Keep me in your prayers.

Also, I have a new best friend. His name is Rodrigo. And yes, he IS a meth addicted clown.

Good night, friends.

P.S. - Orgies and soccer practice are not mutually exclusive activities.

P.S.S. - While everyone has their panties in a bunch over tuition, I am worrying about how to make every building over 8 stories a-okay for alcohol. I don't know how this is going to affect my future life in Cobb Deck, but that's something I'll figure out another day.