September 2003 Archives
Where the hell did my weekend go?
I have barely been keeping my head above water academically for these past few days, and the trend is likely to continue at least until the middle of the week. Please leave some words of encouragement for this poor exhausted soul.
::faints, then wakes and fans herself::
Do it for the kids!
::faints again::
Good Times with the Brizzoach
This past weekend Will and Sam came to see me at my home in Athens and also to transfer me back to Winder. I was a lovely afternoon including Starbucks, people suspended in the air, Audioslave, and a trip to Barnes & Noble, where I bought, among other things, the Playboy Bartender's Guide, which curiously does not contain the recipe for a Sex on the Beach but does have one for Sex in the Desert. Somehow that seems rauchier.
A short trip in Will's ghetto-fabulous car put us at the Winder Sonic, where it promptly and quite suddenly died.
Just running along and then — nothing.
Will called up his "deddy" who arrived in no time flat and diagnosed the problem as the alternator. I have no idea what this means, but he and Will decided this after much standing in front of the open hood, frowning and nodding, so that's got to be significant somehow.
Will and his father switched cars, and we followed the ghetto fabulous car in the truck to the dealership where they left it for the weekend. Then we drove "deddy" home; on the way there Will and his father seemed like the older and younger version of one person having a conversation with himself.
On Sunday Maggie and I went to see Damien Rice at the Cotton Club and holy freaking hell! It was one of the best shows I have ever seen. I also have developed major Volcano-envy because he brought a girl from the audience up to sing the female part of "Volcano" with him. I was soooo jealous.
And also very happy for her.
After that this week has been a blur of stress, lack of sleep, art, mind crunching, and trying to stay confident in my abilities. Because I am a genius. Or something like that.
New Revised Standard Edition
So, I'm sick of surveys. I never thought I would say that but I am. They all seem to have the same questions after a while, and I am forced to give the same answers that at first seemed clever but now have formed into a trite mutation of themselves, as well as an excuse to not really write anymore. So until I see another original one, I think I am easing myself out of them.
It should be noted that what follows is not a survey.
I was inspired by this girl to dig up my 100_facts_about_me list from this place, revise it and publish it for you here. Enjoy, and if you feel so inclined, publish a similar list in your own journal.
It's much harder than you think. Read More »
I get by with little help from my friends
People have spent a lot of time and energy these past couple of weeks convincing me of my important status in the world. And I just want to let you all know that even though I'm not a 100% yet, I'm feeling much better. I won't name names but you know who you are. Thank you.
Idol
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Also, I just find this very humorous. That's me, the perfect idol—it's a tough job but you need someone to look up too.
