Sunday, February 27, 2005
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Monday, February 21, 2005
Octopus.
Add diction. Today we discovered my glottal stop.
Ki'en.
It's funny how quickly things change in my little world.
Ha ha ha ha.
(Poor boy.)
Contrary to what I thought a couple days ago, I will be home for a week in March. Mom is sick. Sister feels drawn to the armed forces. The good times are killing me.
I need some answers.
Ki'en.
It's funny how quickly things change in my little world.
Ha ha ha ha.
(Poor boy.)
Contrary to what I thought a couple days ago, I will be home for a week in March. Mom is sick. Sister feels drawn to the armed forces. The good times are killing me.
I need some answers.
Saturday, February 19, 2005
If you put EmJ an Megan in a cute little Mid-western blender, you would get my prospie... which is funny because those two are so different in so many ways. How about that.
I hope she decides to come here.
I hope she decides to come here.
Tuesday, February 15, 2005
Monday, February 14, 2005
Home.
Sick.
I love you.
Sick.
I love you.
Oh! the dreadful wind and rain! Where has my weekend gone?
By the way, I found this picture from New Year's Eve on my computer:
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Too tired for this. Again.
By the way, I found this picture from New Year's Eve on my computer:
Too tired for this. Again.
Saturday, February 12, 2005
Because this IS school after all, I'll give tonight's post in the form of a quiz.
1. Tonight I ________ the bridge.
a. jumped off
b. burned
c. crossed over
d. All of the above.
2. My ________ hurt.
a. feet
b. knees
c. ears
d. All of the above.
3. I flirted with _________.
a. the upright bass player.
b. the acoustic guitar player.
c. the bass and guitar players.
d. All of the above.
4. I plan to move to Madison and become their groupie.
a. True.
b. False.
5. Why am I still awake?
a. Good question...
6. You think that I am ________.
a. insane.
b. in love with you.
c. in hate with you.
d. totally fucking insane.
7. Now I smell like _________.
a. cigarettes.
b. alcohol.
c. sweat and other bodily fluids.
d. All of the above.
There's more to it than that. You should send me Valentimes so that I have more that two and all of them aren't from my mother.
Yes, I know it's spelled wrong.
1. Tonight I ________ the bridge.
a. jumped off
b. burned
c. crossed over
d. All of the above.
2. My ________ hurt.
a. feet
b. knees
c. ears
d. All of the above.
3. I flirted with _________.
a. the upright bass player.
b. the acoustic guitar player.
c. the bass and guitar players.
d. All of the above.
4. I plan to move to Madison and become their groupie.
a. True.
b. False.
5. Why am I still awake?
a. Good question...
6. You think that I am ________.
a. insane.
b. in love with you.
c. in hate with you.
d. totally fucking insane.
7. Now I smell like _________.
a. cigarettes.
b. alcohol.
c. sweat and other bodily fluids.
d. All of the above.
There's more to it than that. You should send me Valentimes so that I have more that two and all of them aren't from my mother.
Yes, I know it's spelled wrong.
Wednesday, February 09, 2005
It's snowing. Oh, winter.
In ed psych today we watched a French film called Ponette, which it about a small child trying (and mostly failing) to cope with the sudden death of her mother. I'd like to have been able to cry through the whole thing. I wondered if it was just me being overly sensitive, or if anyone else was having similar pangs. I looked around and saw some furrowed brows, but mostly blank stares. I didn't cry. Not once.
Oh, school.
I decided to skip anthro, and on the way back to my room, two or three minutes after the bell, I ran into a friend walking the opposite direction.
M: I wasn't planning on going to class, but then I was like, "Why am I not going to class?"
B: I was planning on going to class, but then I was like, "Why am I going to class?"
Not questioning my reasoning.
Posters around campus tell me that I can Win A Date [Rape] with R.H. Someone even wrote his name and extension on my white board. I decided to leave it there.
What reasoning?
I am pleased with W's progress, even though he gets frustrated. I know how that is. If you hear a slightly out of tune "Greensleves" wavering down the hall, be proud of him for me.
More good news! I'm re-starting my radio show this week! So! If you're on campus, it's 6-8 p.m. Thursday, 90.3 FM, and if you're back on the east coast it's 7-9 (other time zones have to figure it out for yourselves...), and you all can tune in by going to http://www.beloit.edu/~wbcr/index.shtml!!! Seriously, folks. It's going to rock.
TIMES INFINITY.
In ed psych today we watched a French film called Ponette, which it about a small child trying (and mostly failing) to cope with the sudden death of her mother. I'd like to have been able to cry through the whole thing. I wondered if it was just me being overly sensitive, or if anyone else was having similar pangs. I looked around and saw some furrowed brows, but mostly blank stares. I didn't cry. Not once.
Oh, school.
I decided to skip anthro, and on the way back to my room, two or three minutes after the bell, I ran into a friend walking the opposite direction.
M: I wasn't planning on going to class, but then I was like, "Why am I not going to class?"
B: I was planning on going to class, but then I was like, "Why am I going to class?"
Not questioning my reasoning.
Posters around campus tell me that I can Win A Date [Rape] with R.H. Someone even wrote his name and extension on my white board. I decided to leave it there.
What reasoning?
I am pleased with W's progress, even though he gets frustrated. I know how that is. If you hear a slightly out of tune "Greensleves" wavering down the hall, be proud of him for me.
More good news! I'm re-starting my radio show this week! So! If you're on campus, it's 6-8 p.m. Thursday, 90.3 FM, and if you're back on the east coast it's 7-9 (other time zones have to figure it out for yourselves...), and you all can tune in by going to http://www.beloit.edu/~wbcr/index.shtml!!! Seriously, folks. It's going to rock.
TIMES INFINITY.
Monday, February 07, 2005
Dear College,
Why are you so full of emotional fuckheads? More importantly, why have you turned ME into an emotional fuckhead?
I just thought I should let you know that I am tired of everything you stand for, and am ready to quit you forever. I hate you, and I hate everyone who has ever believed in you, especially whoever thought it was a good idea to sign oneself up for twenty three hours of class and nine and a half hours of work and et cetera hours of various other obligations per week plus trying to maintain somewhat normal relationships with a diverse selection of people all while running on too little sleep and too much adrenaline.
From now on, please keep all fuckheadedness at a safe distance. If this means I must become a hermit and write stupid fake letters in my online diary, so be it. I don't want it, I don't need it, and if it comes near me I'm on the next train to Somewhere. It's time I turn my attention toward developing skills that could actually be useful in my life. Like not trying to memorize five hundred fucking vocabulary words while being consistantly told that I am not smart/good/interesting/cool enough. I hate you with all my heart. You lose.
Love,
B.
Why are you so full of emotional fuckheads? More importantly, why have you turned ME into an emotional fuckhead?
I just thought I should let you know that I am tired of everything you stand for, and am ready to quit you forever. I hate you, and I hate everyone who has ever believed in you, especially whoever thought it was a good idea to sign oneself up for twenty three hours of class and nine and a half hours of work and et cetera hours of various other obligations per week plus trying to maintain somewhat normal relationships with a diverse selection of people all while running on too little sleep and too much adrenaline.
From now on, please keep all fuckheadedness at a safe distance. If this means I must become a hermit and write stupid fake letters in my online diary, so be it. I don't want it, I don't need it, and if it comes near me I'm on the next train to Somewhere. It's time I turn my attention toward developing skills that could actually be useful in my life. Like not trying to memorize five hundred fucking vocabulary words while being consistantly told that I am not smart/good/interesting/cool enough. I hate you with all my heart. You lose.
Love,
B.
Saturday, February 05, 2005
Nodal Nim (2:35:39 PM): So who are you crazy about?
skye yes 681 (2:36:18 PM): how do you know I'm crazy about someone?
Nodal Nim (2:36:28 PM): You
Nodal Nim (2:36:32 PM): are Becky.
I think I'll go take a walk by the river and mumble profanities under my breath.
skye yes 681 (2:36:18 PM): how do you know I'm crazy about someone?
Nodal Nim (2:36:28 PM): You
Nodal Nim (2:36:32 PM): are Becky.
I think I'll go take a walk by the river and mumble profanities under my breath.
Note similarities and differences.
I thought it was terrible, and then I thought it was great, and then I thought it was the fucking stupidest thing I've ever done.
Today was warm enough to wash the truck outside in a t-shirt. Receding snow-line. Formal introduction. I painted my nails black to balance out my mood... and to hide the dirt and charcoal.
I walked past the party and was only mildly tempted to go inside. When I say I'm tired of parties, it's not coming from a place of insecurity. The truth of the matter is, as fun as French House is known to be, I'd gladly take Twin Peaks over Mardi Gras American-College-Student-Style most days. Was it wrong to laugh at a drunk girl in a mini-skirt and sandals, splashing through a big, slushy puddle? Is it wicked not to care? I don't know. Probably. Her very delayed reaction was priceless.
Not that I can claim to have very much grace about my manner. It's the kind of thing I seem to manage to do while totally sober. The list continues to grow.
I'm everything you never wanted.
Wrapped in plastic.
Today was warm enough to wash the truck outside in a t-shirt. Receding snow-line. Formal introduction. I painted my nails black to balance out my mood... and to hide the dirt and charcoal.
I walked past the party and was only mildly tempted to go inside. When I say I'm tired of parties, it's not coming from a place of insecurity. The truth of the matter is, as fun as French House is known to be, I'd gladly take Twin Peaks over Mardi Gras American-College-Student-Style most days. Was it wrong to laugh at a drunk girl in a mini-skirt and sandals, splashing through a big, slushy puddle? Is it wicked not to care? I don't know. Probably. Her very delayed reaction was priceless.
Not that I can claim to have very much grace about my manner. It's the kind of thing I seem to manage to do while totally sober. The list continues to grow.
I'm everything you never wanted.
Wrapped in plastic.
Friday, February 04, 2005
Yes.
If I wanted to annoy Andrew, I would leave it at that. I would also leave it at that if I wanted to be responsible and do my homework and go to sleep. Luckily, I'm still little old irrational me. This still won't make sense.
That having been said, things are going very well. I guess I'm at the peak of this god damned roller-coaster I am destined to ride for the rest of my life. I'll probably be back down soon enough and up again before we know it.
THAT having been said, here is an abbreviated list of things that were good about today: (Taking my ed psych quiz in my underwear.) (Small class.) (A [late-morning] with Uncle Tanous.) (Prospie lunch.) (Being called "sir" by Scott Espeseth.) (Andy Pierre threatening to "pommel" Scott Espeseth.) (Gormenghast.)
On my way back to my room this afternoon, I walked past a man I had never seen before. I guess I smiled at him. He said, "You look happy."
It struck me; I had to think about it for a moment. The only reply I could come up with was, "I am happy." Funny how I didn't notice it until someone pointed it out? I think I was mostly smiling because I could hear church bells and they sounded beautiful and everything was bright and new feeling. In general, it is easy for me to be critical. For now, I'm happy to be here.
Baby, I wished for you.
<3 B.
P.S. GO BUCS!!!!!!!!!!! WOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! --> Most exciting time of my life!
P.P.S. (Okay, so there's someone I want to be close to. Close? Closed? Clothes? I'm a maze-d.)
If I wanted to annoy Andrew, I would leave it at that. I would also leave it at that if I wanted to be responsible and do my homework and go to sleep. Luckily, I'm still little old irrational me. This still won't make sense.
That having been said, things are going very well. I guess I'm at the peak of this god damned roller-coaster I am destined to ride for the rest of my life. I'll probably be back down soon enough and up again before we know it.
THAT having been said, here is an abbreviated list of things that were good about today: (Taking my ed psych quiz in my underwear.) (Small class.) (A [late-morning] with Uncle Tanous.) (Prospie lunch.) (Being called "sir" by Scott Espeseth.) (Andy Pierre threatening to "pommel" Scott Espeseth.) (Gormenghast.)
On my way back to my room this afternoon, I walked past a man I had never seen before. I guess I smiled at him. He said, "You look happy."
It struck me; I had to think about it for a moment. The only reply I could come up with was, "I am happy." Funny how I didn't notice it until someone pointed it out? I think I was mostly smiling because I could hear church bells and they sounded beautiful and everything was bright and new feeling. In general, it is easy for me to be critical. For now, I'm happy to be here.
Baby, I wished for you.
<3 B.
P.S. GO BUCS!!!!!!!!!!! WOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! --> Most exciting time of my life!
P.P.S. (Okay, so there's someone I want to be close to. Close? Closed? Clothes? I'm a maze-d.)
