From: “gary m——–” Date: Sun, 30 Jan 2005 To: “chris” Subject: DAD Hi Chris ,,hope this finds you well,,,,,Are you stilll iN London?? HOw long will you be there?? Since you did so well on my last problem,,,I was just wondering if you could help me on this one,,,I need this item listed on Ebay,,,I […]
Month: January 2005
so just how far down do you wanna go?
we could talk about it over a cup of joe, and you could look real deep into my eyes like I were a supermodel. uh-huh. that songs make me think of the goodwill parking lot with either maren or emma. or was it steph. i do know that daft punk brings fond rememberances of dancing […]
things I have done today
-Drank a litre of cranberry juice -Read The Diving Bell and the Butterfly by Jean-Dominique Bauby -Walked to Northfield, purchased hot cocoa for tea room, a loaf of bread for myself, and aforementioned litre of cranberry juice -Watched Labyrinth and fell asleep -Got sick from two spoonfulls of old tomato soup -Ate some scones -Wrote […]
I am a mistake that could not wait to happen
Dear world out there, Should I go to Liverpool tomorrow? It is like $26 for a return train ticket. I think I would go alone. Tom Waits is singing about how it's all gonna end, and he said Liverpool. I think I have… six weekends or so left after this for travel. Plus a month […]
the ivory tower has turned to soap
Last night was either the first or second time I went to pub night with the professors. Ah… how fancy. Here is how it went: Double vodka + lemonade (it was cheap night for Americans!) Pint of Blackthorn (I still do not drink beer, but cider is making me nauseous. I need a new cheapish […]
burn all bridges
Tomorrow I am supposed to meet with Tom to discuss the reasons of our breakup. I see several courses this could take: character assasination (on my part), weird uncomfortable sex (on his part), just plain awkwardness (on two accounts). I regret agreeing to it. I have to think of cliche stuff like, “no, it's me […]
the best part of these programme trips…
…is taking deep pictures of your friends when they aren’t looking. oh, and death. (for the curious, these were taken at the ruins of whitby abbey. bram stoker lived/was born in whitby, and it is said that the abbey ruins inspired dracula’s castle)
that's why they call it deadjournal
after a night of disturbing dreams…
I have never had a class with Repinski, yet he strikes me as a remotely intimidating and terrifying man. I never wanted to see him naked in bed with me (that is called an attention grabber!). You know, at first it was just a playful roll in the hay, but his face was far too […]
a sad turn of events
this morning at 8:29, my neighbor totoro decided he no longer wanted to live, and took his life. details are sketchy, but it appears to have been a jump from his shelf-like home. he will be missed.
nostalgia, or just plain dumb?
Today is Andy’s birthday–I do not know if he is turning 17 or 18. In celebration, I decided to listen to Oasis this morning on the walk to school. I had the cd player in my pocket, and track one was just beginning as I tried to shove something into my backpack. My backback swung […]