My sister recently told me that she likes my blog because it's "silly." That wouldn't be the first adjective I would use to describe it, or myself, but I can see where she is coming from, and she's flattering in seeing me as a youthful and hopeful enough to be capable of "silliness."
I think the word "guttural" hasn't been getting enough exercize lately, it needs to be dusted off and worked back into my vernacular.
Last night Jack complimented me (or expressed his dissappointment) in my adherence to the no-more-drinking / no-more-television pledge I made before spring break. Granted I have indulged ever so innocently in both guilty pleasures, but I have been VERY good. I am afraid that once this thesis is finally done I won't be able to go back to the halcyon days of yesteryear because I have seen how well I function without the idiot box and "mystical elixer" detracting me from the task at hand.
It was a beautiful day - landing 90% of the campus with a pinky sunburnt nose and a t-shirt tan to match and now I bet they are frolicking and fornicating because that's what people do around here when the weather gets nice, ah the releases of cabin fever. Well, the remaining 10% of seniors who are wholled up working on a thesis remain as pale and weary as me. I did take a break to have a hysterical dinner with O'Shea, Andrew, and Ryan Abernathy. We were offensive as ever - causing someone to actually move to a nearby table. The Harlem Globetrotters, medieval remedies for food poisioning (ala Nate Young), and the true life secrets of ABC's "The Bachelor" (Andrew's sister dated him for a year) were the hot topics. They are amusing and brilliant people, my dinner-mates, not the Globetrotters, well, I haven't observed the Globetrotters in action, so I reserve comment on that front.
posted by lmjasinski at 10:07 PM
