I ran into Zach England (c'mon, kids, you remember him) at the grocery store. He's packing up to move to Florida. I'm sorry I lost touch with him since Christmas break. We had a great time last semester. Hope to see you again, you bastard. ;)
I went to Barnes & Noble last night to buckle down and order Alamo. I'd been there a few days earlier looking for it and, though I hadn't found it, saw that they shipped from their warehouse within four or five days. The lady at the counter typed all my information in, then blinked at her monitor for a few seconds and said 'You know, we may already have that in stock.' I followed her back to the graphic novels section and there it was, shiny and new. I'm glad Jon was driving. I finished it about an hour later, reading slowly, savoring the last words. I've never cried over a comic book before, and never expect to again. I'll miss having Garth and Steve to keep me up all night waiting for the next issue and up all day haunting the bookstores.
Um, it's snowing here right now. WHY, I couldn't tell you. I went to open the window for a morning breeze and got hit with a gust of wind and several bably snowflakies.
Cory, Nick, and I went to see Rhys in Caucasian Chalk Circle last week. It was a really great show. Saturday night Mo and I cooked Mexican for the boys; then we went to the party itself and Lucas and I spent the better part of the evening looking after her drunk ass.
God, Netscape sucks. Hello, TV Land. I'm in Chattanooger waiting on Rhys to get out of photo call so we can go get our drunk on.
Alamo, out at last!! Three weeks early, no less!! (Which is not really as great an endeavor as it sounds--this issue was originally slated for a November *2000* release. I mean, I can understand the importance of maintaining a high level of interest and everything, but for the love of--never mind. We've all been suffering. Enough said.)
On another upside, I've managed to get another poor sucker hooked on Preacher. He was all bored while I was lounging around studying yesterday. I handed him my copy of Gone to Texas, and said "Welcome to your addiction. Don't bend it." The room was silent for the next three hours or so.
The rest, as they say, is history. He's several pages into Until the End of the World as we speak.
Nighty-Nightmare!!
I'm screwing around with PhotoShop instead of studying for my chemistry exam. Or my French exam. Or practicing for my dance final. Or writing the paper for my dance midterm. Or writing either of the two papers for my acting class. Or...you get it.
Damn, it's beautiful outside.
ANYway, it's really hot in the dorm, hot enough for me to drag my mattress off the loft and sleep on the floor by the window for the past few nights. So I'm in the Ridge for the day, enjoying the free air conditioning. Know where the controls to the heating/cooling system for the entire university are located? NASHVILLE. True story. They're supposedly turning the heat off tomorrow morning, but I'm tempted to stay here for the night. I wanted to grab the Mexican and go hang out with the big dumb monkey and the white boy, but she's over at her dad's being subjected to the wrath of Evil Stepmother Karen, or something. No tacos for j00...*sigh*.
The show closed this weekend. We had a *great* party at "the house" on Friday night, with at least twelve people out on the roof and more yelling and screaming and running around the house. We made a pact that if the evening took a turn for the 'bad teen movie woods' and someone fell off the roof and died unnoticed, we'd all keep quiet, but (un)fortunately never had (got) to put that particular plan into effect. Another party last night, this one @ Billy/Buddy/Mr. Kitty's place. It was so beautiful out last night; everyone just sat out on the porch and chatted. None of the naked dramas of last week.
I'm going to get cleaned up from the nastiness of strike today and go play outside.
Nastinchka: :-*
Maxistopheles: Good christ!
Nastinchka: Nah, he's out back grilling the steaks.
Maxistopheles: His rage...is BLINDING.
Nastinchka: That's just the propane fumes.
Maxistopheles: After taking this medication, you may find yourself standing on the deck of a Viking ship in a strange "not-world".
Nastinchka: That's mildly disturbing.
Maxistopheles: You scream and scream...
Maxistopheles: But all that comes out is thick, hot blood, spilling across the sea of white-cold fire as the boat sails on.
Nastinchka: You're obviously not getting good shit.
Maxistopheles: This congeals into the shape of a baby elephant with adult-onset diabetes...
Maxistopheles: His rage...is BLINDING.
Nastinchka: Wesley Willis, huh?
Maxistopheles: No, some SNL fake commercial.
Nastinchka: Ah.
Maxistopheles: Wesley's never that coherent for that long.
Nastinchka: Point.
Maxistopheles: Counterpoint.
Nastinchka: And how.
Maxistopheles: I yike Dyacuya.
Nastinchka: Ah shore do lahk potaters.
Maxistopheles: No, you don't.
Nastinchka: Lo, lemon jello! I am foiled!
Maxistopheles: Eating makes you fat, and then you can't do nude scenes! Don't make me get out the pointed stick!
Nastinchka: YOU ARE UNRAVELING MY HEAD!!!
Nastinchka: !
Maxistopheles: Wow, thanks.
Nastinchka: Always, darling.
Maxistopheles: (tiger tongue noise)
Nastinchka: *shiver*
Maxistopheles: Heh heh heh.
Nastinchka: I gotta go, baby. Talk to you later.
Maxistopheles: Gnight hottie.
My dad called me this morning and told me my Yeep was DOA. *mourn* I learned to drive on that car, which means that she and I have been together for a little over four years. Sure, she had 200,000+ miles and numerous quirks, but I drove around with minimal problems. *sniffle* I'll miss you, White Rabbit ObJeep.
I'm here at the helm of the Melrose computer lab, basking in the breezes of the first really great day of spring and killing time till the ACT meeting.
The question of defining our 'leadership style' has been out to our little clique many times this semester. I was thinking about the work I'd been doing recently on a special seminar the Whittlets are trying to get off the ground, and realized that I'd really rather not be in charge of everything. I'm a troubleshooter by nature. I'd rather be the person people come to with their problems than the one who has to deal with mundane, day-to-day details.
I can't figure out how to set my watch to Daylight Savings Time. There's only three buttons, so you'd think that some combination of them would produce the desired results, but nooo....
We had a wonderful storm around 7 this morning. Quite nice, especially when you're sleeping in front of a floor-to-ceiling window like I was.
Five more weeks of this, then I'm free to do what I please for three whole months. Yippy skippy.