What's Up, Tiger Lily? is a silly movie.
Kurt Vonnegut was on the Daily Show last night, so I guess I finally have definitive proof that he really isn't dead. unless that was some kind of Vonnegut-impersonating automaton. they seem to be everywhere these days.
Lingering and hiding in various nooks of my room are mysteriuos odors. and the toilet area inexplicably smells of sweaty genitalia despite any attempt at cleaning. the showerhead's busted, my neighbors blast their ungodly music (but not country or bad rap, thankfully), and I keep moving stuff around because I can't get a good feng shui vibe going on. other than that things are dandy.
With the exception of my religion course (which really hasn't been that bad so far), I'm enjoying all of my classes. Two of my three English classes (17th & 18th Century Lit., American Lit. Before 1920, & Lit. From Homer to Dante) are small, and three out of my four classes have Hannah in them. Amazingly, all of my classes have some pretty neato people. rock on.
The only problem is that ALL of my classes are reading intensive. and yeah. I'm not a fast reader. Since all of this began I've been neglecting this site and, regretfully, even more so to others.
Anyhoo, how about another damn picture, dammit!
I never thought someone could have more of a shark grin than mine. The other kiddos are Amy's friend's hyper yet adorable kids, Peter (5 yrs), Paula (3 yrs), and li'l Pressley. or Presley. I dunno; I didn't name 'em.
Perhaps one of these days I'll actaully post a picture that isn't a straight-on shot of people. I suppose I could take a photo of this faux-hawk thing I got goin on to document my ever-changing and ridiculous hairstyles.
Naw, maybe later. Instead I think I'll partake in my newfound, yet hesitant, appreciation and fondness for Eminem, the one artist I never thought I'd actually listen to. and also get drunk on and be welcomely ravished by the written word. ooooh baby.
-swoon-
Thus ends my dumb entry
Kurt Vonnegut was on the Daily Show last night, so I guess I finally have definitive proof that he really isn't dead. unless that was some kind of Vonnegut-impersonating automaton. they seem to be everywhere these days.
Lingering and hiding in various nooks of my room are mysteriuos odors. and the toilet area inexplicably smells of sweaty genitalia despite any attempt at cleaning. the showerhead's busted, my neighbors blast their ungodly music (but not country or bad rap, thankfully), and I keep moving stuff around because I can't get a good feng shui vibe going on. other than that things are dandy.
With the exception of my religion course (which really hasn't been that bad so far), I'm enjoying all of my classes. Two of my three English classes (17th & 18th Century Lit., American Lit. Before 1920, & Lit. From Homer to Dante) are small, and three out of my four classes have Hannah in them. Amazingly, all of my classes have some pretty neato people. rock on.
The only problem is that ALL of my classes are reading intensive. and yeah. I'm not a fast reader. Since all of this began I've been neglecting this site and, regretfully, even more so to others.
Anyhoo, how about another damn picture, dammit!
I never thought someone could have more of a shark grin than mine. The other kiddos are Amy's friend's hyper yet adorable kids, Peter (5 yrs), Paula (3 yrs), and li'l Pressley. or Presley. I dunno; I didn't name 'em.
Perhaps one of these days I'll actaully post a picture that isn't a straight-on shot of people. I suppose I could take a photo of this faux-hawk thing I got goin on to document my ever-changing and ridiculous hairstyles.
Naw, maybe later. Instead I think I'll partake in my newfound, yet hesitant, appreciation and fondness for Eminem, the one artist I never thought I'd actually listen to. and also get drunk on and be welcomely ravished by the written word. ooooh baby.
-swoon-
Thus ends my dumb entry
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