30 September, 2005

Dr. Jim Bob says turn your head and cough

Smokin' is good for ya, son.

For some reason, I keep getting sick randomly. Two weeks ago, I attributed it to the frigid nature of every classroom building on campus coupled with the himidity outside, which was more oppressive than white people in the 50's.

However, I found myself sick again this morning for no discernable reason. I think it may have something to do with my diet, which consists of various friend foods and caffeine, with little to no room for say, nutrients. It may be the lack of sleep catching up to me. Who knows.

It did allow me, however, to successfully take a nap for the first time this year, a 4 hour epic that spanned the length of my night class.

I did get a ton of Orange Juice at Wawa tonight though and drank all of it, so hopefully I'll feel a little better in the morning.

I've been getting some work for the City Paper lately, which is pretty awesome since, you know, it's for money. Money is definitely pretty sweet. I'm not sure how they pay though, and I feel odd asking. Also, some other stuff is developing in terms of writing being published and the like, check back for details.

No overheard conversations today as I was in a sleepy haze for most of it, and actually sleeping for the other part.

Since beginning this post, I have checked my gmail 3 times and put off doing the work I am supposed to be doing for 20 minutes.

28 September, 2005

This just in: your footwear sucks

The odd fashion decision to wear socks underneath of one's sandals has me unnerved. On the way to class this morning, my roommate Drew and I saw three fine examples, leaving me confused and wishing I had a camera to capture the moment.

It seems relatively confined, however, to the same set of people who wear oversized shorts, flat brimmed hats and fancy themselves good at basketball or football. Generally they can be seen wearing the aforementioned style of shorts, with some manner of athletic tube sock pulled up to the knee and rubber sandals flopping around. It seems silly (not to mention impractical) to me, but to each his own I suppose. Hopefully, pictures will be forthcoming sometime.

Hitting random on itunes affords one of two things: the most pleasant and surprising listening experience, or a horribly bout of clicking 'next' incessantly. I am currently in the middle of the former, having heard '8675309 Jenny' by Tommy Tutone twice in three songs. No joke.

In this section I would like to establish a little forum for relating some funny overheard statements. These are, mind you, taken completely out of context, but were none the less hilarious at the time.

-Man walking on his way to class on the phone with an unknown party-
"I was drunk... No, nobody at home knows...People here know because they were sleeping over...No, we just wanted to get it, you know?
No, I don't know, but I'd love to. Could he be talking about how he got sick? How he snuck a drag off someone's cigarette? That he and a friend experimented and he's contemplating taking up a lisp?

-Woman walking out of the building talking to her friend as I was entering-
"I don't know what the answer was, but he was looking for the word lobster."
I just want to sit in on that class. Sounds cool. Or the woman happens to be a moron. Actually, she's probably a moron.

Also, since I began writing this post, I have checked my gmail 4 times.

26 September, 2005

I used to like Music

Last night, when working on a menial assignment for music class, I stumbled upon this picture of Richard Wagner. It wouldn't be as amusing were I not listening to "Know That Feat. Talib Kweli" from Black on Both Sides at the time. Something about Wagner kickin' it made me laugh for a solid minute or two. At the time I was also highly caffinated, so perhaps it was more amusing to me.

The former comment on Wagner was made while browsing this website, which has about every musical term ever on it, with convenient pronunciations, provided by what sounds like a rather dapper European gentleman. I suggest Köchel Verzeichnis and Hurdy Gurdy.

If all goes well, I should have this sweet stencil on a canvas sometime soon courtesy of Erich, fostering my further spiral into a somewhat newfound interest in Dylan.

Since returning to school a passion for crosswords has consumed my mornings (and most of my classtime), and today was the first time since the summer that I have completed one. However, soon after I had puffed out my chest in nerdish pride I found that many of my fellow puzzlers also completed the same NY Times puzzle, deeming it the easiest they have done in a while. Such an ego killer, thanks guys.

Gwen unlocked Babe Ruth in her MVP season. Also I am a giant dork for thinking about MVP when I am not thinking about crosswords or caffeine.