A quest to make sense of it all. Or a sense to make a quest of it all.

Wednesday, April 30, 2008

3

Today's the big day... my and Luke's three year anniversary. It's the second one that we've spent apart, thanks to the Army. Oh well. Maybe we'll hang together for number 4.

Blargh. I'll get around to posting happier stuff later. Happier stuff does exist.

Wednesday, April 16, 2008

Unexpected awesomeness.

So back when Lucy was still home, we often discussed taking ballroom dancing classes. We really, really wanted to (especially after seeing how much fun my parents were having with it), but couldn't get our schedules straightened out with me at Cato and him working the night shift. Fast forward, and he's in Iraq. Now, the guys usually have a day off every week., and they generally get a little free time here and there between. There are some activites offered for them, fun stuff to get their minds off the shitty place they're in and whatnot. Apparently, of all things, dance classes are available! So on his days off, he's learning to salsa. In Baghdad. LOL. Awesome.

Stuffy stuffy stuff stuff.

1) I'm approaching the end of the semester, and all the teachers have collectively ganged up on all the students, beating our asses with take-home tests, quizzes, and essays, all of which require a ridiculous amount of studying. So if I seem difficult to get in touch with, it's because I'm in a (mental) deep, dark underground dungeon where everything is chained but the hand I'm using to scribble notes by candlelight. And I have long, gray hair.

2) OMGWTF, HECK YES! AMBRE WON!!!! Daisy=pwned.

3) Yahoo Messenger is the world's greatest invention. Specifically, the utilization of a headset/mic/webcam, so's ladies in places like Mississippi can hear and see their fellas in places like Iraq, for free. The headset is really cool. When I wear it I feel like the wisecracking techie in an action movie. So I get to say things like "That's why you should listen to me" and "This is not good".

4) Anyone hear ever read any Chuck Klosterman? Because I'm reading Sex, Drugs and Cocoa Puffs, and I'm pretty sure that he and I have got to be related. Or at least I hope we are.

Sunday, April 13, 2008

It's time.



Daisy? Ambre?
Whassa goin' on??



We're down to the final two. Tonight, we will see which lady Bret chooses to stay and Rock His World(TM). I could pretend that I'm not chomping at the bit, but I think that the existence of this post would eradicate that pretense. I also think that the existence of this post is going to eradicate any pretense of my not being a hopelessly socially inept geek. But that's ok. I'm in good company.

Friday, April 11, 2008

Bolted


I've been staying at my parents' house a lot recently. I have my own bedroom, bathroom, and amnemities there. No one ever uses my bathroom. So last night I was sitting on the back porch, smoking and noting cautiously that the storm seemed to be weakening. I stubbed out my cigarette and went inside with the intention of using the bathroom and then calling a friend back. A particularly creepy part of a story I'm writing was on my mind, and I was thinking of this as I opened the bathroom door upon a naked, yelling woman. My heart jumped up into my nose and I jumped into the air. I screamed and made protective gestures against the flailing entity, before my brain told me that it was just my mother. My mom, who was using my shower because the shower head in her bathroom had broken. My poor, poor mom. How humiliating, not only to have someone walk in on you nkaed, but for that someone to have such a violent, horrified reaction. I mean, I was so startled that when I jumped back, I twisted my ankle, and am now limping. I explained later that I was already creeped out before I opened the door and that the very unexpected sight of a person in a place where I never see other people was quite disconcerting. I hope she got that. 'Cause I know I would just feel beastly if someone twisted an ankle trying to escape my nudity.

Thursday, April 03, 2008

Internet Party

Cracked is my favorite.