hello world! your favorite lexatrix is back! i am sure, in my soon-to-be dotage, you have all missed me greatly. let me give you an appropriately verbose, reverse-chronological recounting of minute details you may not have ever wanted to know, excepting the bits that i self-censor or forgot or both.
today. the spontaneous reorganization of books. incomplete, as yet. the fiction have finally converged upon a physically separate shelving playa, free from the tyranny of hard-ass nonfiction that have oppressed their vibrant creativity and imagination for so long. unfortunately, this means they are all on display, the first thing one's eyes lay hold of as one passes through the door. the other guys (i was tempted, more sorely than a gangbang backache, to put the biographies with fiction out of sheer spite) are secreted in the bedroom. my serious lovers, with whom i shall sleep. of course, that means i'll dream in categories such as economics! the evils of disney! (who knew there were so many, and that lazy hiaasen has the tiniest piece, if you know what i mean... *leers maliciously as she tests the tensile strength of her mixed metaphors*) music books! the oeuvre of thomas frank! the bush family, private military corporations, and intelligence agencies! miscellaneous, i want to see four on the floor! anyway, whatever. it's not done yet because i got bored.
prior to that, i inadvisedly had passengers in the car for the first time. i do pretty well at first, and then i get cocky and fuck up a little. but hey. it was night and raining, even if i only drove us a few blocks to go eat. and i shoved that right into fourth, too. shazaam! i guess if it totally sucks weather-wise tomorrow, i'll drive to school, but i like the brutality of riding all the way down and back. it's part of my punishment for not finishing school ten years ago. more on that in a bit.
the inestimable dave morgan is who to thank, or blame, for my posting. he dropped by on his way to practice with this computer, which is currently keeping the tops of my thighs pleasantly warm. i've plugged in my old keyboard in order to use my favorite letters q, w, e, and r.
school today was a wee bit scary. on the beast, it takes forty minutes to get there, or back, which is sort of counterintuitive as it's mostly downhill to there. the scary part was macroeconomics, but i think if i take advantage of everything and study like a maniac i'll be good. geology was cancelled due to some sort of horrible illness on the instructor's part, so i think we won't meet thursday either. unless he has a miraculous recovery from a 104 degree fever. hooray for making it to knitting on time thursday! i cheated and took the bus home from school. i didn't have a jacket.
this post is boring even me. let's see. yesterday was school, books are expensive, new bag, yaaah! mouthbreathers in government, geeeesh! mouthbreathers in english comp ONE *stabs self* mildly spooky ride home at ten at night, lugging a kitchen sink of books. sunday - sleeping? inconsequential, i'm fairly sure. saturday... space rock is still boring, adventures are awesome, especially in a burned out abandoned house that was, to my paranoid mind, a gigantic rusty nail. i forget the past week already. damn this staying busy shit.
so yeah. i'm back, like st. murse. for the next week and a half i will try to torment you all into coming to my birthday at the grand (formerly eric's billiards) on the 26th. it's drinking, and uh, playing pool and indoor smoking if you want to?
today. the spontaneous reorganization of books. incomplete, as yet. the fiction have finally converged upon a physically separate shelving playa, free from the tyranny of hard-ass nonfiction that have oppressed their vibrant creativity and imagination for so long. unfortunately, this means they are all on display, the first thing one's eyes lay hold of as one passes through the door. the other guys (i was tempted, more sorely than a gangbang backache, to put the biographies with fiction out of sheer spite) are secreted in the bedroom. my serious lovers, with whom i shall sleep. of course, that means i'll dream in categories such as economics! the evils of disney! (who knew there were so many, and that lazy hiaasen has the tiniest piece, if you know what i mean... *leers maliciously as she tests the tensile strength of her mixed metaphors*) music books! the oeuvre of thomas frank! the bush family, private military corporations, and intelligence agencies! miscellaneous, i want to see four on the floor! anyway, whatever. it's not done yet because i got bored.
prior to that, i inadvisedly had passengers in the car for the first time. i do pretty well at first, and then i get cocky and fuck up a little. but hey. it was night and raining, even if i only drove us a few blocks to go eat. and i shoved that right into fourth, too. shazaam! i guess if it totally sucks weather-wise tomorrow, i'll drive to school, but i like the brutality of riding all the way down and back. it's part of my punishment for not finishing school ten years ago. more on that in a bit.
the inestimable dave morgan is who to thank, or blame, for my posting. he dropped by on his way to practice with this computer, which is currently keeping the tops of my thighs pleasantly warm. i've plugged in my old keyboard in order to use my favorite letters q, w, e, and r.
school today was a wee bit scary. on the beast, it takes forty minutes to get there, or back, which is sort of counterintuitive as it's mostly downhill to there. the scary part was macroeconomics, but i think if i take advantage of everything and study like a maniac i'll be good. geology was cancelled due to some sort of horrible illness on the instructor's part, so i think we won't meet thursday either. unless he has a miraculous recovery from a 104 degree fever. hooray for making it to knitting on time thursday! i cheated and took the bus home from school. i didn't have a jacket.
this post is boring even me. let's see. yesterday was school, books are expensive, new bag, yaaah! mouthbreathers in government, geeeesh! mouthbreathers in english comp ONE *stabs self* mildly spooky ride home at ten at night, lugging a kitchen sink of books. sunday - sleeping? inconsequential, i'm fairly sure. saturday... space rock is still boring, adventures are awesome, especially in a burned out abandoned house that was, to my paranoid mind, a gigantic rusty nail. i forget the past week already. damn this staying busy shit.
so yeah. i'm back, like st. murse. for the next week and a half i will try to torment you all into coming to my birthday at the grand (formerly eric's billiards) on the 26th. it's drinking, and uh, playing pool and indoor smoking if you want to?
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