Emily. Shock and Awe.

Phil. Just Like In the Movies.

Wendy. Ski Bum and Adventuress.

Rachel. Dancing Queen.

Julie. The Littlest Elf.

Chris. There Ain't No Party Like a Marching Band Party.

Cyn. Just a Pink Haired Girl.

 

What's up with that titanium rod in Julie's leg?
I know this is a question you've all been pondering. Ok, so maybe you haven't, but it's what I'm bloggin about. My leg had been bothering me a bit over fall break (it was fairly angry after being walked around DC all day on Saturday) and so I got an appointment to see an orthopedic specialist in Cleveland. Unfortunately, the appointment was for 8:00 this morning and they assured me that with rush hour traffic, it would take approximately 1.5 hours to get there, so I got my ass out of bed at 6am to go be poked and prodded. The drive took exactly 35 minutes and when I got to the office, all the lights were off. Luckily, I brought a book. So, I finally got in to see the doctor, who was very personable and un-self-absorbed considering his profession and he told me several things:
1) I am a small-boned person. I hadn't ever considered the idea that a person could be small-boned, and I found this idea quaint.
2) Bones are naturally curved and so the curvature of the rod does not explain why the disproportionately less personable and more self-absorbed doctor in Baltimore couldn't get the thing out in December.
3) Bones also really like titanium for one reason or another (this is actually what he said, "bones like titanium." it was like he was momentarily posessed by Cynthia) and this affiliation might be part of the actual reason that the thing is so darn stubborn about staying in my body
4) He may in fact be able to separate rod and bone once and for all, but he wants to talk to the asshole doctor before making any claims because, as he put it, "I don't want to get all John Wayne about this and think I can do it when he couldn't" At this point, an image of this doctor in a lab coat and cowboy hat came into my head and I stifled a giggle.
All in all, I'd say that the pain in my leg remains a mystery, but at least I know it's nothing too serious. Can I help it if my bone wants to form a life-long alliance with a piece of metal? I mean, who am I to keep these two apart when they've already gone through so much together?

posted by Julie Comments [] 6:16 PM

Tuesday, October 29, 2002

 

I went to another job interview today. The guy told me he was upset that someone other than me had also applied to the job and that now he would have to ask for a writing sample. I understand the need for a writing sample, after all I would be taking public health articles and transforming them into articles for a webpage, but god damn he asked for a public health related/technical writing sample in APA style. I ask you when in the past four years would I have written something that would fit that qualification and be something that I would want to show to a potential employer? Never, exactly. So I went to the library and looked up articles about Benign Prostatic Hypertrophy, also known as an enlarged prostate, with the intent of writing a writing sample. Oh the things that I could tell you about the enlarged prostate. Most of them invloving cutting and hormone production...can you tell I'm procastinating on writing this damn thing?

Anywas, the library has a very strange feature. The men's bathroom stall doors are all about 3 feet tall. It's like you have privacy only you don't. To add to the wonderful feeling that someone may be watching you while youre taking a shit there's a lovely wooden square about crouch height with a sign next to it that says "Glory Hole." This has all been painted over very badly, but you can still read it. Thankfully no one noticed me poohing, but as I was walking back up the stairs I did get to see a guy walking down the stairs with his hands down his pants. I think I understand why they don't the privacy thing. Anyways, that's my story and I'm going to start writing now.

posted by Phil Comments [] 10:00 PM

Sunday, October 27, 2002

 

Hey so I feel as if I should blog about the protest. Julie & Rachel, after you read this you should blog about it too, because that way it will be like "Perspectives on the Protest" & will be educational. I got there all late, not for the thing itself but for meeting the other people, because this is my impression of what Metro is like: "What? RUN TRAINS? Why would we do that?" But I contacted them via cellular telephone & soon found Ben & Ashlynn under the big Oberlin banner. Then Julie & Rachel found us too. We were all very excited, & I showed them the sign I made, which said "NO WAR" because I wanted it to be simple & elegant. What happened mainly was lots of people milling around in the park opposite the Vietnam War memorial while various public figures made speeches (theme of speeches: war is bad, Bush sucks). Some famous people talked, including Susan Sarandon (she sounds just like herself!), Patti Smith although I wasn't sure which one was her until afterwards, the Rev. Al Sharpton, & the guy from Ben & Jerry's. Mostly we wandered around & purchased many buttons & photographed protesters who had cool signs. # of people wearing handmade patches that said "I am an indie rocker and I oppose the war": 1, but even 1 was enough to make me happy. We ran into an amazing assortment of other Oberlin people, friends of Julie's, etc. We met up with the Earlham College contingent & Julie was all excited because she has a friend at Earlham; I diligently asked them if they had ever heard of Stuart. Man had they ever not heard of Stuart. We found this unsurprising. We got separated from Ben & Ashlynn a lot & then met up with them again. The milling-around portion of the protest went on long after we were ready to start marching, so that we took the whole enterprise less & less seriously, & spent more & more time making fun of the speeches. Then eventually we marched past the Washington Monument &, apparently, in the direction of the White House, although we did not see it. I went home around 5, by which time I was very tired.
The people there estimated that there were about 200,000 protesters. So far it seems that the press is being eerily quiet about the whole thing. I saw 2 short news segments about it on TV, one of which misleadingly implied that the demonstration & the counterdemonstration were equal in size, & one of which was slightly less misleading.

posted by Emily Comments [] 12:57 PM

Saturday, October 26, 2002

 

why it's a bad idea to show up to a job fair on massive amounts of codeine:

you might reach inside you boss' vest in the middle of an interview and say, "whoa, you have a secret pocket."

you might go to introduce yourself and say, "sorry, i'd shake your hand right now but as you can see i'm eating a really gooey peanut butter cookie. would you like some? it's de-lish."

you might say, "so you're a stockbroker. hmm. how interesting. fascinating job. do you enjoy it?" ... or you may just say, "so lets start out with your age, religious afiliation, voting preferences and marital status please... oh, just kidding!"

posted by Wendolyn Comments [] 7:05 PM

Friday, October 25, 2002

 

And again.

posted by Cyn Comments [] 9:37 PM

 

For you, Emily.

posted by Cyn Comments [] 9:33 PM

 

"i took my department photo a while back, while on heroin! it was fucking great. that whole day was fantastic. shooting 3/4 of a bag and popping a couple adderall is like the best thing in the world if you have to leave the house at 8 in the morning."

Just a little life advice from my ex-boyfriend.

posted by Cyn Comments [] 12:25 AM

Thursday, October 24, 2002

 

Did a rough mix of "The Punk Song" today. Sounding good. Gonna record more vocals on Sunday. We have a rough mix right now, and I would prefer to wait to release a version out where the public could get it, so wait, my chickadees!

posted by Christopher Comments [] 11:25 PM

 

today i had the priviledge of attending a meeting designed to discuss our company's 'brand identity'. apparently we are supposed to be reinventing our image to appeal to the hip 20-something snowboarder crowd that 'drives the market'. the point of this meeting was to brainstorm for words that could describe our image. the words that were decided upon are as follows: thoughtful, playful, spirited, and (my personal favorite) easy. i tried in vain to tell people that 'easy' was not an appropriate word, but they would not listen and kept saying "but we are striving to be easy and userfriendly," which made me chuckle repeatedly. finally, i said, i hope we're not using these words in our ad campaign b/c there will be hell to pay if we start telling the 20-somethings that we're EASY. they said not to fear, these words were just characteristics we should all look for when hiring employees. so now we need to hire people who are EASY. well thank god tahoe is so full of promiscuous people!

so the lesson i have taken away from all of this is that corporate planning is indeed the most surreal thing that i have ever encountered, but people at boardmeetings find my smartassness refreshing. the upshot is that we decided to do away with all grooming standards, thus we can now have colored hair and facial piercings. as if to demonstrate, our CFO decided to grow a mustache over the weekend and showed up at the meeting with died black hair + mustache and a nice old lady who works in the deli screamed b/c he looked like a child molester. it was a hoot and a holler.

posted by Wendolyn Comments [] 9:47 PM

 

Today, I applied to work at Cosi, a yuppie coffee bar. It seemed to be going well; the manager was into me. Then, I had to take a personality test. They scored it and the managed informed me that it would be against company policy to hire me. I don't know if I should be proud or insulted. On one hand I've been rejected because of my personality. On the other hand it was a yuppie coffee bar that rejected me because of my personality. This is what I get for being the kind of person who dances in supermarkets.

posted by Phil Comments [] 5:13 PM

 

Smith is lots of fun for me. I know a ton of people here so I feel like I'm an Obie in cognito, like I'm trying to blend in or something. Plus, if people in the outside world assume I'm a dyke, what do you think these people think? Sorry ladies, too good to be true.
Here's an amusing tidbit:
The other night, I was hanging out with my friend Hannah, whom I met when we were actually still in high school. She was describing the awkwardness of introducing one's lesbian partner to one's father. She said, "No matter what, you are essentially saying, 'this is the small woman who pleases me' and it's just weird." I immediately imagined a scene with our favorite lesbian couple and one of said couple's fathers and I giggled a lot.

posted by Julie Comments [] 1:53 PM

Wednesday, October 23, 2002

 

i am going to be living with alicia next year. you guys know her, she's from oberlin and micheal's girlfriend. we are going to try and live in the village becuase alicia goes to nyu for law school and it is in the village. i am having a good time at smith, lots of down time and chating with people. thats about all that is exciting around here.

posted by Samantha Comments [] 12:15 PM

Tuesday, October 22, 2002

 

Pictures from this weekend.

posted by Cyn Comments [] 9:13 PM

 

Rach - who is this mysterious future roommate of which you speak?

Also, I will have to work this weekend, so no peace rally for me. However, the good news is that work has started making out a schedule for the upcoming week every monday, so I am no longer my boss's bitch. (Because if there's one thing I just love it's working five hours a day on Saturday and Sunday. Except for working ten hours a day, which I love even more.) Also, I get today and tomorrow off! Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!

posted by Cyn Comments [] 8:00 PM

 

the kitty has decided that the only place it wants to sleep is on our pillows. this is completely unacceptable in my book, so last night chris says to the cat: "crack whore! i did not ask you to sit on my face!," thus we've been calling the cat ho-bag, but this cannot last as eventually my parents will visit and ask too many questions.

tonight is toilet night as we're going to play an excellent prank on my former boss by replacing her office chair with the old pink toilet that we took out of house. the toilet proved to be unacceptable as deck furniture, too creepy for a beer cooler, and the garbage men refused to take it, so i feel this is an excellent solution.

posted by Wendolyn Comments [] 7:38 PM

 

so i am now at smith visiting a friend and enjoying this new england town, but just last saturday i was in new york city discussing with my future roommate where we want to live in the city and our price range for apartments and what not. so i am now officially moving to new york city next year. exciting and scary, i am contemplating where i will find employment and be able to eat and pay the extremely expensive rent of new york.

posted by Samantha Comments [] 4:50 PM

 

I went wrestling last night and not just any wrestling, gay wrestling. I have to admit, it wasn't nearly as hot as it could have been. Because you know when I think of gay wrestling I think of hot gay sex, but no. It was interesting; the coach is this retired wrestling coach and he was impressed with my natural pain avoidance abilities.

posted by Phil Comments [] 10:37 AM

 

I feel Stuart needs this kind of feedback.

posted by Emily Comments [] 8:21 AM

Monday, October 21, 2002

 

son of a bitch, 2 forty's of old engilsh will get you fucked up. just like i am right now/

posted by Christopher Comments [] 9:57 PM

 

oh yes, and just plain kitty won't do as the goldfish is already named that.

posted by Wendolyn Comments [] 9:28 PM

 

i really need help naming my cat. i adopted a cat last week from the humane society and it came with the name 'simba,' which will just never do, b/c the cat is cool and would most likely kill itself if it learned its name was in any way connected to a disney flick. chris keeps coming up with these names that mean things in wacky middle eastern languages, but i always have to veto them b/c we can't figure out how to spell them, or if they really mean what he thinks they do. he doesn't seem to get the concept that names must be spellable in the roman alphabet in order for the cat to visit the vet, as our local vet cannot deal with arabic, greek, or syriac. it's becoming desperate... please help.

posted by Wendolyn Comments [] 9:26 PM

 

Also, when did I stop being Phil?

posted by Phil Comments [] 4:20 PM

 

I just love the title. In other news, I'm exploring quack medicine.

posted by Phil Comments [] 4:18 PM

Sunday, October 20, 2002

 

I am a fucking rock star. Recording is coming along nicely, and Shawn (our recording engineer) wants to do a video with us for "Mormon Fight Club." Ultimate rawk.

posted by Christopher Comments [] 6:48 PM

 

i am the only person at work today, b/c my boss had a serious rager and everyone has called in hungover. i am cool with this b/c i am too ill for human contact and there is more coffee for me this way. besides having micro brew on tap (it came out a refridgerator in a nifty tube and had 8.5% alcohol content), there was also a really good band who kept asking random people at the party to be their tambourine player. eventually i got recruited to play the fish, which is a little wooden instument that i haven't seen since 4th grade music. then about 15 of us all jumped in the hot tub naked at the same time and sloshed half the water out. there was a great deal of frotage as this guy from the band claimed to have lost his piccolo in the hot tub and was trying to find it (which no one believed b/c why would anyone, no matter how stoned bring their piccolo in a hot tub??).

posted by Wendolyn Comments [] 6:05 PM

 

As some of you may know, I visited the peeps in Philadelphia this weekend. I thought it would be a great idea to take the train there, because I could go there straight from work, make use of time by reading on the way, etc. The thing with the train I was on is that the lights kept going off periodically in it, & this was proven to have been an ominous sign when the train came to a halt 200 feet from the Wilmington, DE station, & it was announced that the engine had lost power. I don't know how a train just runs out of energy, because you would think they would plan for this sort of thing, but it had. So then we all realized that it would take us God knows how long to reach our distinations, & we responded in the way patriotic Americans do in stressful circumstances: complaining & talking on our cell phones. The aisles were filled with the sound of people sighing theatrically & telling their loved ones that they were in Delaware. At first it was hellish but after we got into it it became sort of fun because the prisoners of the train had lots of cameraderie. We entertained ourselves by going to the dining car a lot to see if we could get food there. In fact the dining car wasn't serving anything because it was pitch-black in there. I had a couple of beers with me which I had intended to bring Cyn & Phil, but which I quickly realized were emergency provisions. People were jealous of me & my beers. I made many new friends, including:

-- a guy who had an iPod capable of holding 5 1/2 days' worth of music & who gave me a business card with an avant-garde triangular cutout in it
-- a puffy-baseball-cap-wearing Swarthmore College freshman returning from fall break, who had previously spent 2 years living in a boathouse on the Georgetown University campus (we made fun of the articles in the Amtrak magazine)
-- a loud black couple with whom I discussed the possibility of becoming an angry mob & looting the dining car.

Also I entertained my fellow passengers with my phone conversations with Cyn: "OH MY GOD THEY ARE?! OH MY GOD HE IS??! HE NEVER TELLS ME ANYTHING!! HEY ARE YOU COMING TO MY ATHEIST MARCH?" Eventually they had an emergency crew come from Philly to get us moving again.

So I had a very fun time visiting them, although we did not get to make Stuart over. I think his makeover has to come from within. I had my parents videotape the White Stripes' appearance on Saturday Night Live for me, but a lot of the show got cut off to make way for news reports on the latest shooting, so we only got to see them do 1 song. THANKS A LOT SNIPER!!

posted by Emily Comments [] 3:08 PM

Thursday, October 17, 2002

 

while researching the issue of whether of not my boyfriend looks like eric stoltz (to which the answer is most of the time), i stumbled across what may be the most disturbing thing ever on the internet. (make sure your speakers are on before you click).

today i did telephone interviews of prospective employees, and i found it to be both enlightening and entertaining. first of all i had 2 people say, "oh my god i couldn't live on that salary with all my credit card bills!"

then i'm interviewing this guy who claims to have been a schoolteacher and 30 seconds into the interview he says, "so, you sound pretty hot over the phone" to which i have no choice but to reply, "so your resume sounds pretty made up over the phone, how about we switch to that topic."

finally, i get this chick and i ask her why she left her last job. "oh well, the manager went pysco" she says. "and what was your job title?" i say. "oh, manager." "i see" say i, "do you realize what you've just said?" the girl replies "oh-my-god, did i screw up?! oh fuck!!"

my only conclusion is that everyone currently seeking employment in california is a complete moron, and i must say it saddens me deeply.

posted by Wendolyn Comments [] 8:54 PM

 

On Recent Publications:
Dan Savage's column is particularly laugh-out-loud funny this week. Possibly because he wrote it on an airplane after downing several Xanex. I suggest you all check it out.

Hendrik Hertzberg is my new hero. Who is Hendrik Hertzberg? He is none other than the author of a brilliant Talk of the Town article in the latest New Yorker entitled "Manifesto," in which he criticizes GW's latest document on foreign policy strategies for the US. Is it wrong to yell "Booyah!" while reading the New Yorker?

Also, Em, The New Yorker p.124: Dogs bark! It's funny!

posted by Julie Comments [] 3:38 PM

Wednesday, October 16, 2002

 

Yeah, so the thing I was trying to link yesterday is this

posted by Julie Comments [] 2:33 PM

Tuesday, October 15, 2002

 

Also, have you guys seen this?

posted by Cyn Comments [] 11:45 PM

 

Ran into Fean From Feep today at the Mirah show. He was very intoxicated, and revealed the following things:

• He had been drinking since 2, because one of his friends was fired.
• He now lives in North Philly in a warehouse where he sleeps on the floor.
• He has a construction job.
• He searches for his own name on the internet, and is aware of my website. However, he did not seem offended by it. Also, I was like, "Uh, that was all Emily."

I feel the downside to this is that if I am to be a scenester, I will most likely see drunken Fean from Feep a lot, and at some point the charm may wear off.

posted by Cyn Comments [] 11:10 PM

 

So I went to my post-application-drop-off-follow-up-thing at Bump, a somewhat posh gay bar.
I'm dressed adorably, ready to ply my boyish charms on the manager so I'll get interviewed.
The manager is a lesbian.

What the FUCK! How am I supposed to seek gainful employment based on my appearance when the person interviewing me is not even interested. What is the world coming too?

posted by Phil Comments [] 10:00 PM

 

While shamlessly fantasizing about what other people should get me for my birthday, I stumbled upon this

posted by Julie Comments [] 6:12 PM

 

Fun Fact:
Remember that girl in Harkness who was all loud and adament about meat not touching our plates? Turns out, she's friends with the girl (as in Cyn's girl) and not only is she not vegan anymore, she eats meat now.

posted by Julie Comments [] 4:10 PM

Monday, October 14, 2002

 

yesterday i ran a marathon. (don't ask why, it's just this thing that happened.) today, i wake up and my entire body hurts so much that i can't even roll over to turn off the alarm clock. it feels like i have the flu and someone has sanded off the bottoms of my feet and broken both my ankles. so i crawl around the house on hands and knees muttering "where's my fucking codeine, ouch, shit fuck, damn you fucking feet!" i can't find the codeine, so i try calling in sick at work today. my boss says "so you finished? oh-my-god congratulations! what was your time?"
to which i say-- "yes, great, 5 1/2 hours; can i not come in today?"
boss-- "oh no we really need you."
me-- "crap. did i tell you that i'm limited to crawling and even that is extremely painful?"
boss-- "oh, ouch, sorry, well you can just sit at your desk and answer the phone."
thus, at present you will find me scooting around the office b/c i am the gimp in the rolly chair. and various people come by and my boss rpoudly introduces me as our official marathon runner, and i smile but it's really a grimace of PAIN.

posted by Wendolyn Comments [] 10:32 PM

 

I thought of a joke the other day.

What do minigolf and six women have in common? 18 holes of fun.

posted by Phil Comments [] 5:01 PM

 

The latest advice from the powers that be to those of us within the White Van's reign of terror is walk irregularly & change speeds a lot when going through, for example, parking lots. Just great: a whole state of people lurching through our daily activities for an indefinite period of time. What we ARE doing, though, is hiding behind our cars when we pump gas, because he shot someone at a gas station again. It seems kind of dumb to me since the whole point of the sniper is supposed to be that he's unpredictable. This sniper is getting derivative of himself. I liked his earlier stuff better.

Oh, & while out being a Coke Whore, I stumbled upon this. Now that's an unusual hobby.

posted by Emily Comments [] 2:20 PM

Sunday, October 13, 2002

 

While being the Best Girlfriend Ever, I stumbled upon this.

And that's when I realized what my life was missing, a foul-mouthed gay british skinhead to walk around my apartment and curse. Then and only then will my life be truely complete.

posted by Phil Comments [] 11:46 AM

Friday, October 11, 2002

 

last week i saw 2 punks wandering on rt 50 in th middle of the nevada desert. it was about 100 degrees and they were wearing leather jackets so i stopped to see if they needed a ride. they said "no thanks, we're just walking." silly punks.

i had the most bizarre night last night. i went to a hippy party after work and got very very stoned. then we all took some shrooms. eventually i decided that i needed to leave but could not drive, so i called chris and he took a cab to the party and then drove me and my car home. but while i was waiting for him i saw this pot of coffee and decided to have a cup, except i drank about 10 cups in the end. chris showed up and said we were supposed to dog sit for some friends of his mom, so we went over to that house. i realized that i would never sleep again and so i curled up on the sofa with the new richard powers novel, which i am currently reading. i started to wig out and convinced myself that squirrels were nesting inside the walls and would craw into the living room at any moment. i was very afraid. i must have fallen asleep, b/c i woke up this morning very confused and with 2 dogs in the bed with me and 4 other dogs sitting around the bed staring at me. they must have just been hungry, but all i could think was "where did they come from and why are they all staring at me?" so i got up and attempted to feed them, except there were 5 pages of instructions about which dog got what food and what pill how much and the whole system was color-coded. i probably could have figured it out except tht i didn't know the dogs names. so i spent a long time standing in the kitchen holding up various bowls of dog food and saying "lily, pepper, charlie, etc" to see which dog responded. eventually, i decided to go to work except that i didn't have the slightest idea where i was, i couldn't even know what town i was in. so i panicked and got in my car and drove in circles around the neighborhood until i found some construction guys who gave me directions. the whole time, this pack of dogs that we were watching all chased behind my car barking like crazy (apparently the just roam around the nighborhood all day-- it must be a tahoe thing).

posted by Wendolyn Comments [] 2:23 PM

Thursday, October 10, 2002

 

I saw a headline in the Philadelphia Inquirer today that read, "Killer Leaves Taunting Tarot Card". I found it amusing.

In other news, our local super market carries Armenian String Cheese. I feel that this definitely proves that Philly is, in fact, punk rock paradise. (Other proof includes the following:

• Cyn and Phil live there.
• Sometimes I see cute punks and can barely restrain from following them home.
• Mirah is from here. And I am seeing her on Tuesday.
• The free classified ads in the Citypaper.
• Medical Museum.
• Benjamin Franklin: Cool guy.

posted by Cyn Comments [] 9:22 PM

 

OK, so here was the headline about the minivan guy that appeared in the reno paper-- "white minivan killer kills 5th," so it is good that you have explained it since our local paper is retarded.

on another note, here at work, my boss just fell up the stairs. there was a loud thud accompanied by cursing, followed by 3 additional large thuds. i am going to investigate.

posted by Wendolyn Comments [] 9:15 PM

 

I thought you all might appreciate the following amusing tidbits I overheard around Oberlin in the past few days:

"Being rich just makes life easier."
-- Jake Brody

"When you're surrounded by scruffy boys, either you date scruffy boys or you don't date."
--random girl in line at Asia House


"Bon Jovi really enhances the experience."
-- boy in a bear suit

posted by Julie Comments [] 6:51 PM

 

The big news here in MD is that there is a spree killer on the loose. He shoots randomly selected people while driving around in a big white van, & has really good aim. Here is how many people he killed on the 1st day of his killing spree: 5. Here is how many bullets he used: 6. He has shot about 10 people over the course of a week, & they still don't seem to have any idea how to catch him, so you have to give props to the sniper for being skillful. Useful advice the press has been giving us:

-- Continue to live your life.
-- Do not live in fear.
-- The person we are dealing with is an expert marksman.
-- Be on the lookout for unusual people or things; report such things to the police.

At last, we in the Rockville area have something interesting to talk about. I will let you know how it goes.

posted by Emily Comments [] 4:47 PM

Wednesday, October 09, 2002

 

emily, lets face it, your grandmother sucks. in the future you should try this, which never fails to irritate my grandmother: keep the checks she sends for birthdays and holidays stashed away in some cluttered desk drawer. allow checks to accumulate for 3 years. go to bank and explain that these are from grams and of course it's OK to cash the ancient checks. wait 2 days for grandma to call upset that her checks bounced. explain that you are a naive young woman who did not know better and get grandma to apologize. snicker at your cleverness as you go shopping. i did this last week and i must say it was really quite worthwhile.

posted by Wendolyn Comments [] 11:12 PM

Tuesday, October 08, 2002

 

Today at work I was taking a power break to enhance my productivity, & on a whim I went back & read the archives from the very beginning of Life in the Pink. If you try this, you will not be disappointed by the experience. The entries start in 7/1/01. The world, in 7/01, was a very different place.... A world in which Cynthia was a vegan dating a sad boy. A world in which nobody had ever heard of the Naked House in any of its forms. A world in which no one knew how long, exactly, this crazy blog thing was going to last. Read through to September & you will be amazed at how much craziness went on in that month. If I had the ingredients, I'd be drinking a problems-go-bye-bye cocktail right now.

posted by Emily Comments [] 11:47 PM

 

Did you know that apparently both 555-HULK and 555-JOCK are very popular gay phone sex numbers? Also, apparently 10 percent of Americans dial zero when they mean to dial the letter O.

posted by Cyn Comments [] 10:55 PM

 

We went to go meet with the dude we're recording with during Fall Break. He seems cool, and like he knows what he's doing, so that's a good sign. Now, as long as I don't sound like a major fuck-up because I can't play the drums.

Yes, I'm nervous.

posted by Christopher Comments [] 8:57 PM

 

Speaking of elderly relatives...
I called my grandmother today because it's her birthday and I wanted to feel good about myself. Sadly, the most specific thing I could come up with to ask her what's going on in her life was, "How's Florida?"

posted by Julie Comments [] 7:42 PM

Sunday, October 06, 2002

 

So after several weeks of my telling mom to remind grandma about that money that she sent me, which we could never find & were hoping to get a replacement check for, we finally found out what happened. My aunt Bonnie talked to grandma on the phone recently &, having been apprised of the situation, Bonnie reminded her that we still haven't found the check. This is what Bonnie found out: HAVING HEARD THAT I GOT A JOB, SHE HAS DECIDED NOT TO SEND THE MONEY. What?! She can't do that, she already gave it to me! But no, that is not the worst of it: In her most recent package to us, she sent me a book of affirmations written by Marlo Thomas. It is as if she were deliberately trying to provoke me.

posted by Emily Comments [] 3:48 PM

Friday, October 04, 2002

 

Happy birthday Phil!!!!!

posted by Emily Comments [] 11:04 PM

 

The name of the car is Sexcalibur.... It came to me all in a flash one night last week.

posted by Emily Comments [] 1:21 AM

Wednesday, October 02, 2002

 

By popular demand, here is the conversation I had with Dean Bein:

(I exit some shop, look up and see him)
DB: You went to Oberlin.
Me: Yeah.
DB: We go to Oberlin.
Me: Yeah, I know.
DB: Okay. (Gets into truck, drives away)

posted by Cyn Comments [] 11:55 PM

 

So today after many hardships and much pain i have broken up with the Oberlin dance department. They have rejected me one to many times and i felt the relationship was making me vary bitter and well hateful towards dance, my one true love. I have decided to take a part time class load that involves no dance. We just need some time apart.

posted by Samantha Comments [] 9:35 PM

 

I just ran into Dean Bein on South Street. He was with his friend Sam, who, as some of you will recall, once came up to the radio station and yelled at me because he thought I had been rude to him on the phone.

It was weird.

This makes a total of six random Oberlin people I've run into here.

posted by Cyn Comments [] 4:48 PM

 

Well, the freak found the blog.
Apparently, when you search for my name + sex on google (which I had instructed him to do in order to find my piece of published erotic fiction), Naked house also shows up. Grrr. I knew we shouldn't have put our last names on this thing, dammit.

posted by Julie Comments [] 10:28 AM