nothing doing

i wish i had a real post for you, but i didn't do shit today besides study and listen to retarded fan recordings from i love techno 2007. i don't suppose any of you know any once and former economics majors? macro kind of makes me want to kill myself, because i want SO VERY BADLY to do well in it. like sacrifice babies and assorted acquaintances and former co-workers badly. if you're reading this, you'll be spared. PROBABLY. depending on whether smith and keynes and malthus and the rest of the pantheon tell me you'd make delectable whiffy smoke on the altar.

the hormones are getting out of control again. i think that's where the serial monogamy came from - a subconscious attempt to temper the highs and lows. knowing this doesn't help. rational choo cannot explain anything to irrational choo, making this past weekend kind of sucky and stressful. also, economist choo isn't sure whether sex is a good or a service, or both--sexual capital?--and thus is having a hard time making a rational model with which she can figure out the opportunity cost. you'd expect the explicit cost to be more obvious than the implicit, but it isn't. maybe it is capital, and then it can be both a resource and a good. but wait! if that's true, then i have to have more sex to ... have more sex next year, or even this fiscal quarter! my sexual economy needs to invest more sexual resources to make sexual capital goods, to cause a greater rise in sexual living standards for next year! i can push the sexual production possibilities curve outward and grow my sexual economy by increasing the quantity of sexual resources, or initiating sexual technological change, enabling me to become more efficient in using the sexual resources i already have available! this productive inefficiency or recession, whatever it is, of my sexual economy cannot be allowed to continue! where is my sexual economic stimulus package?!! jesus christ. i need to get laid. otherwise you're in for a whole 'nother world of pain once i "get" the supply and demand chapter.

ahem. let's see. i'm ready to start the fifth season of the wire, finally. i also watched big train, paths of glory, and the premiere of breaking bad. i suppose i've plunged back into tv and movies at the wrong time again, time-management-wise. figures.

don't forget to come make fun of me saturday at the grand. what else are you going to do? see the ends? sharon jones? twitter about how you don't care it's my birthday? photoshop a new LOLvogue? watch tentacle porn on the internet? live on a coast of the united states? pshaw. i'm going to try to drink til i barf all over myself multiple times. all right, all right. i'll stop wallowing in self-pity already. you people make it really hard to take myself seriously, you know that?

monday, march 03

i will be such a P.O.T., doing the D.A.N.C.E. i'd ask you to go to stubb's too, but you'd probably hate it. SINCE YOU HATE FUN.

finally, my amateur tentacle porn dreams can come to fruition.

FUCK A BUNCH OF EVERYTHING. huh. yeah!

Neti!

oh yeah

also, yesterday i gave in to the wicked temptress that is bookstop, and wanted to get the sudhir venkatesh book about the urban poor (*nerdingout - has always wanted to do economic study of*) but they only had this new one. little did i know that when i would catch up on gawker later there would be venkatesh shenanigans!

*BOOT IN*

i bet the middle savage could excoriate him pretty thoroughly. too bad she's busy with the beginning of the semester.

young people! *shakes fist*

so. i am attempting to get caught up on the world of social networking. so far, i don't seem to have missed much... except for one mildly-disturbing-but-mostly-disappointing-and-pathetic development. i was just looking through a certain person-that-most-of-you-guys-know's myspace pictures, because she's cute and very photogenic, and the horror! the horror! mistah kurtz, he dead!

no, actually, ah... you know how i'm a big fan of gawker's running feature, blue states lose, where they make fun of hipster party picture sites while at the same time culturally reinforcing it, yada-not-getting-into-that-discussion-right-now. well, apparently austin is continuing to keep it weird by copying the idea. sigh.

yeah, it's here. the only other person i recognize in the first slideshow is jake from the uglybeats. comments? none of you care. maybe jennifer. maybe my fat drunken fucked-up face in a spoofy photo shoot of hipster bullshit? you know i'd totally rock a hideous gold lamé bodysuit, or go naked in just horrid leggings. honestly, probably just whatever dan, staci, or joolie told me to do. or anyone else. choo is your sub.

this book, On Food and Cooking, is my new lover. darling, tell me more about aubergines and maillard reactions! your breathy, husky voice whispers sweet science-y nothings tenderly into my ear; pyrroles, pyridines, pyrazines, thiophenes, thiazoles, oxazoles. the clingstones and freestones of prunus persica dangle before my mouth agape. what's that, dear one? both copper and silver block sulfur reactions between proteins when you're whipping egg whites into foam? you are so clever. do tell me more!

i, for one, welcome our new tubular overlords

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?

I heart passive-aggressive notes.