1. I use the word "awesome" entirely too much.

2. I bet I can use it more.

3. "Put that in your Strunk and White it" is my new favorite grammar-geek phrase. Do I detect a hint of "t-shirt idea" in the finish?

4. Dear lord, I want this:

http://shop.iloveobento.com/products/product

5. Tonight, I met a man who draws maps for Dungeons and Dragons.

For a living.

For cash money.

Granted, it's in US dollars, so... meh.

6. I wish I had more US dollars

7. Acquired my cap and gown today!! This whole graduation thing may actually happen.

8. There was something else I wanted to blog, but what was it?

9. Someone go buy these so I don't have to:

http://www.etsy.com/view_listing.php?listing_id=10259039

I have been digging through my own past, and I wish I had written everything down. We shouldn't rely on these magical typewriters, you know. They're prone to losing your shit.



I used to write letters and I used to be lonely all the time. Now, I don't have time to see any of my friends, I never write letters, and I am only lonesome for the days that have gone missing.

Maybe I should move to Pennsylvania.

One reason I would miss my home, if I leave.

There are many wonderful things about my friend B. He is one of those incredibly hip gentlemen one might see scowling over his PBR at whatever rock show that all the cool kids seem to know about. He's an incredibly gifted writer; he can turn a phrase to break your heart. He's got one of those jobs that the radionerds in high school wish they could have. In fact, I believe he has a couple of those kinds of jobs. You'd think he'd be a total dick. But he's not. As a matter of fact, he's one of the most gentle people I have ever met.

Now, if your rock band sucks, he'll rip you a new asshole. Unlike many of the pitchfork ilk, however, he'll only rip your music a new asshole, not you as a person.

When I turned 23, my friend John and my then friend E covered (and I mean covered) the sidewalks of the shopping complex where Java Cafe was with sidewalk chalked birthday tidings. From Whole Foods all the way around the corner by the Japanese fast food place. It was amazing. Things like "Go to java cafe and tell Lullaby happy birthday!" When I got to work at 6 am, it was already done. I thought it only went around by the coffee shop, but as customers came in, I got word that it was all over. Everyone loved it. Except B's boss, who called the cops (the same cops who got their coffee from me every morning) to report it as vandalism. That's right: sidewalk chalk vandalism. He made B go outside with a bucket of water and get rid of all of it in front of his place of business. (It was with no small amount of schadenfreude that I watched the place get torn down a few months later.) Here's the thing: B came to the coffee shop to apologize to me, and I'll be damned if he hadn't been sniffling a little bit.

He is a good man. And lord knows how few of them there are out there.

I am sitting in a place full of people, and he is in charge of the music. It's a rainy day (thank goodness) and everyone seems sleepy and subdued. The music he has chosen is the exact kind of music you would want to listen to while you're putting off finishing your paper that was due on Monday (but you were sick and got an extension). It's telling to say that not a single person in the place has headphones on. Oh, wait, there's that one guy over there. But he doesn't count.

When I turned 23, he gave me a mixed CD. I've received many mixed CDs through the years, but four and a half years later, I still play that one. Most of them are forgotten, or got so scratched up in the car that I had to throw them out. But that one I took care of. It's still one of the most intimate pieces of media I own, and if the house burns down, I would try to save it on the way out. For real. He was really able to capture who I was in that very unique part of my life. He will always be special to me for that reason.

Also, he remembers all the free coffee I gave him and returns the favor, all these years later.

So far today I have:

1. eaten three thin mints immediately upon waking.

2. driven Peggy Sue's poop to Hillsborough

3. not begun my paper due tomorrow

4. ate the rest of Paul's blueberry pancakes at Elmo's

5. used "trilemma" in an email.

Q. Who has 2 thumbs, applied to only 3 grad schools, and was admitted to all 3?

A. This girl.





woot.

A few random things.

1. When I went to change the font, I thought there was a font called "anal" It is actually "arial". Really, it could have happened to anyone with a MASSIVE sinus/inner ear infection and her glasses ALL THE WAY OVER THERE. But I am glad I got that straightened out. Phew. I am just going to leave the font how it is.

2. My exboyfriend apparently now has a cat or two. This is the same exboyfriend that once threw my kitten because he clawed him. (the kitten clawed the exboyfriend.) You're as shocked as I am. I threw his ass out immediately, without his pants if memory serves. I will say this just once: homeboy throws a cat, homeboy gets his ass kicked by irate Midwestern asthmatic. You've been warned.

3.Also, same exboyfriend is safely eleventy billion miles away now. This is awesome.

4. I found my old old old blog today. Reading it was awkward, but it reminded me that I used to be hilarious.

5. I will not link to it. Just yet. Try begging me.

6. I am going to fail the shit out of my Cowboys and Samurai midterm tomorrow. For real.

7. I was babysitting J and E when the weather got all pink, which is worse than red. So I woke up E, had them put their shoes on, and took them to the basement, where I tried to make them sleep on the floor. We were laughing about dog farts when their parents came home. At 11pm. That's why they pay me the big bucks.

Doggie Eugenics?

My least favorite question: "What kind of dog is that?"

"Awesome. She is an awesome dog."

sheesh.