Bah!
I had to be forcibly woken up by my girlfriend about half an hour ago because she can never sleep if I'm there, taking up space like a log.
It was unfortunate--I was having a wonderful dream about how I'd created an economic model to predict, using about a million variables, what any given person's wage would be. And it was accurate! Scary how that's what I was dreaming about, but that's okay. I mean... it really was satisfying.
But yes, good morning loyal Hasta la Byebyeians. Welcome to another edition of this somewhat bidaily propaganda (it's actually more in tune with how often I shave, which is vaguely bidaily but can be tridaily).
In news today: I found a copy of Vanilla Sky for $8 (no tax--bwahahaha) at this outdoor market thing that they have on Friday afternoons. I was very excited. I remember I saw the movie a couple of years ago and found it very intriguing. I now intend to see how right I was to feel intrigued. ::Teehee:: And Penelope Cruz and Cameron Diaz are hot.
Also today! I had to turn in an exit paper for my Honors Symposium (which was where we read stuff by, about, and generally relating to Camille Paglia, and then she came and talked to us--it was really nifty and a pity that the broadcast tower was swarming with rebels when it happened). It is quite awesome and pass/fail. In it, I am very proud to mention suspicious innocuousness, pill-coating sugar, irreligious utilitarianism, kids rollerblading instead of snorting coke, and humanities students becoming crack dealers when the humanities suck poo. And it was all done with a smile and a writing style so informal as to make ladies blush.
And my woman made me dinner! ^.^ (Chicken pot pie + brownies = w00t.) Hurray for my woman! Thank you, my woman.
Though sadly, when I was about to eat my brownie, I managed to spill my glass of milk all over the nasty-ass carpet and my sock, thus requiring me to wash a towel and my soiled sock whilst I pray that the carpet will not become the spawning ground for icky-smelling bacteria still whilst I writeth this post.
But now the Death Comes for this Archbishop. You see, I am entering the dreaded Week of Everything is Due Now. On Monday, I have to turn in a shitty computer project for my particularly shitty statistics class. On Tuesday I have to do the oral part of my final exam for French. And on Wednesday I have to turn in my comparative paper for Development Economics. Really, it wouldn't be so bad if I were better at evenly spacing work, but I haven't even vaguely started any of these assignments yet, meaning that I have to hold myself to actually going to the library all this weekend to give me a good chance of finishing everything I need to do. Yummy. Since when was the library for undergraduates, eh? (Would I not make a great academic?)
Oh well. Anyway, it's time for me to wrap up this reasonably uninteresting and mediocre post. I think I spent all my awesomepower on the exit paper; the receiver of which, I should mention, is my former director for both The Beauty Queen of Leenane and Jack (or the Submission). It is a great pity that I almost certainly will not be appearing in his production of Othello given the whole leave of absence and/or transfer thing. ::Sniffle:: And he complimented my acting and hard work too.
Anyways, peace, dawgs. We ask that you continue to patrol the streets on the lookout for rebels, who we suspect are hiding, waiting for the moment to strike. Never be far from your firearm, my patriots!
Hasta la byebye.
I had to be forcibly woken up by my girlfriend about half an hour ago because she can never sleep if I'm there, taking up space like a log.
It was unfortunate--I was having a wonderful dream about how I'd created an economic model to predict, using about a million variables, what any given person's wage would be. And it was accurate! Scary how that's what I was dreaming about, but that's okay. I mean... it really was satisfying.
But yes, good morning loyal Hasta la Byebyeians. Welcome to another edition of this somewhat bidaily propaganda (it's actually more in tune with how often I shave, which is vaguely bidaily but can be tridaily).
In news today: I found a copy of Vanilla Sky for $8 (no tax--bwahahaha) at this outdoor market thing that they have on Friday afternoons. I was very excited. I remember I saw the movie a couple of years ago and found it very intriguing. I now intend to see how right I was to feel intrigued. ::Teehee:: And Penelope Cruz and Cameron Diaz are hot.
Also today! I had to turn in an exit paper for my Honors Symposium (which was where we read stuff by, about, and generally relating to Camille Paglia, and then she came and talked to us--it was really nifty and a pity that the broadcast tower was swarming with rebels when it happened). It is quite awesome and pass/fail. In it, I am very proud to mention suspicious innocuousness, pill-coating sugar, irreligious utilitarianism, kids rollerblading instead of snorting coke, and humanities students becoming crack dealers when the humanities suck poo. And it was all done with a smile and a writing style so informal as to make ladies blush.
And my woman made me dinner! ^.^ (Chicken pot pie + brownies = w00t.) Hurray for my woman! Thank you, my woman.
Though sadly, when I was about to eat my brownie, I managed to spill my glass of milk all over the nasty-ass carpet and my sock, thus requiring me to wash a towel and my soiled sock whilst I pray that the carpet will not become the spawning ground for icky-smelling bacteria still whilst I writeth this post.
But now the Death Comes for this Archbishop. You see, I am entering the dreaded Week of Everything is Due Now. On Monday, I have to turn in a shitty computer project for my particularly shitty statistics class. On Tuesday I have to do the oral part of my final exam for French. And on Wednesday I have to turn in my comparative paper for Development Economics. Really, it wouldn't be so bad if I were better at evenly spacing work, but I haven't even vaguely started any of these assignments yet, meaning that I have to hold myself to actually going to the library all this weekend to give me a good chance of finishing everything I need to do. Yummy. Since when was the library for undergraduates, eh? (Would I not make a great academic?)
Oh well. Anyway, it's time for me to wrap up this reasonably uninteresting and mediocre post. I think I spent all my awesomepower on the exit paper; the receiver of which, I should mention, is my former director for both The Beauty Queen of Leenane and Jack (or the Submission). It is a great pity that I almost certainly will not be appearing in his production of Othello given the whole leave of absence and/or transfer thing. ::Sniffle:: And he complimented my acting and hard work too.
Anyways, peace, dawgs. We ask that you continue to patrol the streets on the lookout for rebels, who we suspect are hiding, waiting for the moment to strike. Never be far from your firearm, my patriots!
Hasta la byebye.
2 Comments:
At 29 April, 2006 03:12,
Anonymous said…
Dear Mr.Bijur,
Greetings. I am a resident of Austin, Texas, who is writing to you under the guise of a dog named Steven. Steven is an Irish setter. This here is Steven:
Before we lived in this house a family of four did. They were named the Clutters, and were of course disturbed by the book of Truman's. I asked once if they were related but they ignored me. I have read Mr. Capote's book and liked it a great deal.
I sometimes bark. Sometimes I talk to people about my barking; I feel that it's a problem. Or rather, I feel that other people feel it's a problem, which becomes, for me, a problem. When I see headlights in the rear view window I feel menaced. My brother's name is Jonathan and he barks more than I do, but we never bark at the same time because why would we both need to be barking at the same time? I've bitten him so hard I tasted his alkaline blood. Hooo!
I once ate a pizza. I'm not supposed to eat pizza, because I am a dog, but I don't know who makes rules like this, who can eat what. I ate the pizza and was fine. I jumped from the roof once and was hardly hurt at all. Maybe I'll never die. I'm a fast dog!
I bark all night at least once a month. In cars I'm quiet. I run around trees like a stick in a current around rocks that are smooth. Hoooo! Hooooo! Yeah you got me now, yeah! Man I wish you could have seen all this.
Mr.Bijur, you are too kind. Keep up the work.
At 29 April, 2006 22:48,
Anonymous said…
You make it sound like I'm a bad person for making you sleep in your own bed. :-p
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