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.

 

i just thought i'd mention that last night brian got mad at me b/c i wouldn't sleep with him, but i let his dog lick my feet while we were watching a movie. it takes a very insecure man to be jealose of his dog. just to make matters worse i told him that his dog gave better head, b/c girls always give better head. now he is mad at me and won't return my video.

posted by Wendolyn Comments [] 10:16 PM

 

I got a fortune cookie a couple of days ago that read "Pardon is the best part of victory." It makes no sense, but is kind of kinky when you add "in bed" to it.

Also, I think the "Enthuasiastic leadership" one is kind of good in bed.

In other news, I'm trying to convince my boss to get a mohawk. We were talking about it today, because I had brought in my Anti-Flag cd and he was intrigued by the CD cover. He said he would rock the short hawk, but couldn't do it until after his wedding. Fascist!

Apparently one of my co-workers has gotten a New Age hairdo that I haven't seen yet. Kooky hair will prevail!

posted by Cyn Comments [] 8:42 PM

Tuesday, January 28, 2003

 

I got two fortunes with my lunch today. One says "Enthusiastic leadership gets you a promotion when you least expect it," and the other one says, "You will step on the soil of many countries." These aren't the kind of fortunes I want to be getting. I mean, you can't even add "in bed" to them to make them good. Just once I would like to get a fortune that says, "There are multiple orgasms in your future," or "Charismatic flirting gets you good head and back rubs." See, I wouldn't even have to add "in bed" to fortunes such as these. China Palace, where's the love?

posted by Julie Comments [] 2:07 PM

 

Hey, whatever happened to Ben?

Well, anyway, it's his birthday. Happy Birthday, benboy.

posted by Julie Comments [] 12:16 PM

Monday, January 27, 2003

 

Also, rolling around naked in rose petals is not at all satisfying or comfortable. They're cold little things.

posted by Phil Comments [] 11:11 PM

 

This, Thursday I get a special treat. Now I just have to decide which special treat I want. I've narrowed it down, but suggestons people. I need suggestons..

Dimtri

Eli

Jesse

Kyle

Orlando

Rght now, I'm favoring Jesse, because well look at him. Isn't he a cutety? But I need back-ups. Suggestions, and soon...

posted by Phil Comments [] 9:36 PM

 

Okay, what I am going to do -- & I hope Julie doesn't get mad at me -- is post this link to Blogwhore for Cyn, who will do anything for Blogwhore.
I also wanted to let you guys know about this cool new swapping site, Swappingtons, in which you post books & stuff you don't want anymore, & when somebody wants your stuff, they "buy" it with points which you can then use to buy other people's stuff that you want. Nobody spends any money. Also I get points if I refer people who use the site, so tell it you heard about it from ThomasAquinas.

posted by Emily Comments [] 4:31 PM

 

There is something wonderful and dirty about the phrase, "I am the man for your job." Yes, yes, I'm applying to job again.

posted by Phil Comments [] 4:11 PM

 

after being lured into superbowl viewing by the promise of free beer, the only thing i can say is that obviously sting failed to read the memo that said all halftime show performers were to wear silver sparkle halter tops. this is dissapointing b/c i think sting would be hot in a halter top.

posted by Wendolyn Comments [] 1:57 PM

Friday, January 24, 2003

 

realizations had while shrooming:
*my sofa is lurid. there are peacocks hidden within the paisley pattern.
*the mountain behind my house is actually the far side of the northstar mountain, therefore you can talk to people at work on the radio from the comfort of my own home. this is very tempting when you are fucked up.
*my cat smells like a person and not like a cat.
*the beatle's hairdos have a life unto themselves. ringo's hair could be a spaceship.
*a black olive stuffed inside of a green olive does NOT represent the child of an interracial marriage-- that is completely perverse.
*being fucked up and telling people how much you love them is just no longer cool.

posted by Wendolyn Comments [] 10:03 PM

Thursday, January 23, 2003

 

Which Gravy Train!!!! member are you? It keeps telling me I'm the Yamaha keyboard.

posted by Emily Comments [] 5:14 PM

 

Sometimes you stumble upon a present that is perfect for people. With that in mind, I give you Harry Potter ecstacy.

posted by Christopher Comments [] 4:36 PM

 

What Lunch Meat Are You?

I know someone is probably going to complain soon about all the quizzes, but I just had to post this. First of all, a "which lunch meat are you quiz" is brilliant and secondly, I'm tofu!

posted by Julie Comments [] 3:53 PM

 

Okay, y'all, you gotta vote for my girl Incognita in the Bloggies. I know all this shit confuses you people, but just click on the Bloggie link, scroll down to "Canadian Weblogs," select "She Speaks Good English" and vote.

Incognita has been my friend forever. (I keep wanting to call her by her real name.) She's really cool, and her blogs is one of the least known up there. So go do it for my girl, kay? Vote early and often!

You can also vote for Blogwhore 1 for best Weblog contest.

posted by Cyn Comments [] 12:16 AM

Tuesday, January 21, 2003

 

i must tell you about my weekend, as there was much adventure. first of all, i found myself in possession of some mushrooms, uncovered during a desperate search for my checkbook, which was never located. after telling my friend natalie about the shrooms, it was decided that we take them and then go see a ska band called keyser soze. we stopped at my office on the way, on the off chance that he checkbook might be there, and there was some sort of altercation going on involving a beer distributor who wanted a room, and so i hooked him up with a room, and he was very greatful. his brewing company was sponsoring the concert we were going to and so when we saw him there he supplied us with much free beer. After much drinking and dancing and sneaking down to the banquet kitchen to steal olives, we went outside, where there was a very full moon and the trees had shadows. The gondola was running b/c someone was having a private party on the mountain, so we decided to sneak on the gondola and smoke a bowl and then go find brian, because brian’s hair is fun to play with. brian was not in the lower ski patrol office, so I figured he must be way up at the top of the mountain in his office there. This seemed very far away, so we abandoned the plan and tried to go cafeteria tray sledding instead. However, the trays did not slide very well, but we did find a snow bike, which is like a tricycle with skiis instead of wheels, so we took that and started hiking up the mountain to find brian. Natalie did a very lively rendition of moonshadow at this point. We became very tired and lost, but then a snowcat machine drove by and we stuck out our thumbs to hitch a ride and he picked up and gave us a lift to the top of the mountain. He also shared some jack daniels with us. We snuck very quietly into brian’s office, and it looked like he was there, only he wasn’t, instead there was another guy who looked similar from behind, and who was very disturbed that his hair had been touched. Pseudo-brian started yelling ‘who the hell are you!’ and chased after us. We tried to make a getaway on the snow-bike, but it was very hard to ride with 2 people and went way too fast, and psuedo-brian had a snowmobile and was looking for us. Halfway down the trail we hit a bump and crashed into the snow fence, and lay in the woods for a long time in the cold snow feeling drunk and confused. we walked all the way down the mountain, and saw the sunrise, and i went straight to work all tired and damp and smelling like jack. it was great.

posted by Wendolyn Comments [] 11:34 AM

Monday, January 20, 2003

 

Emily came over last night and we finally watched "Bring it On" in its entirety and, yes, Phil, that gay male cheerleader does get cuter as the movie goes on (especially when he sheepishly hits on the other gay male cheerleader at the competition). We also watched Eddie Izzard, the tranny British comedian and he was very funny in a disorganized way. He talked a lot about history and got very side-tracked. Em and I especially liked his description of one of Leonardo DaVinci's inventions: "It was a helicoptor that DID NOT WORK."

posted by Julie Comments [] 10:19 AM

 

I also had an intriguing protest experience, but it all starts on Friday night, when I headed over to John's place to help him drink some beers. I arrived there (it's in Silver Spring) with my incredible travelling bottle of brandy only to find that he was still at the liquor store with his friend Luke. Until they got back I got to hang out in the living room with his host family & the many aging hippies they had staying with them for the protest. I originally had an ambitious plan to go see Burning Brides in D.C., then go back & sleep at John's, but gradually abandoned it b/c we were having a nice time & I was all warm & comfortable. Luke does journalism too, so he & John were having special politics time together, & John started playing a bunch of vintage TV campaign ads on his computer. Eventually I decided that if we were going to watch anything, it should be the "Dirty" video. I couldn't find it on Mr. Internet & it occurred to me that it would be faster to just call Cyn & ask her, b/c she's an expert on downloading the "Dirty" video. John had Cyn's number on his phone. When I dialed it, however, it turned out to be her old number in L.A. Therefore I got to have a drunken conversation with Cyn's parents (special fact: That brandy is 80 proof!), who were surprised to hear from me & gave me her real number. Then Lynn called, & the craziness increased exponentially.
He was staying in D.C. & declined to come join us in Silver Spring. John wanted to go to bed early, whereas Lynn was still up for lots of partying, so it was clear I had to abandon John; we decided to meet at the club I was originally going to. I put my stuff back in the car & performed a harrowing drive to the the Metro station, involving many 3-point turns of questionable legality. That's how I found myself, on what was surely the coldest night of the year, waiting to transfer to the Green line at 1 in the morning. I met a man who was going out drinking for his 40th birthday & he was like "I'm proud to be 40. Not too many people make it to 40 -- especially black men." I was like "whoa, that's heavy." Lynn met me at the station (he got robbed while waiting for me!) & we went to the club. There weren't any bands anymore but we had some Manhattans & talked to this other dude we met there. At one point I threatened to Mace the dude's obnoxious hipster friend for repeatedly addressing Lynn as "Beck," & I took his glasses & threatened not to give them back. When the place closed we took a taxi to Lynn's hotel.
While the original plan had been to stay at John's, thus remaining close to my stuff, this logistical aspect of the thing had not seemed particularly important to me when we changed the plan, so I had to go to Silver Spring in the morning to get my sweater & my sign (it was a good sign), then go right the hell back to D.C. I met up with Lynn & his whole family on the mall. We protested for a while; it was indeed very large & inspiring, & the speeches were admirably short. Some guy with a camera interviewed the 2 of us on our views about alternatives to war, giving me the opportunity to be all like "uh, I think Iraq needs to have less, like, poverty & stuff" (getting interviewed is not my forte). We took a very long lunch break b/c we're apathetic protesters (Lynn: "Maybe we'll get lucky & we won't have to march at all. I wanna take a nap"). In fact, though, the march was really good. I particularly enjoyed drawing peace signs in the caked-up salt on people's SUV's with my finger. Then we went back to Lynn's hotel & read the Washington Blade in the lobby until his family came back. We all went to an Ethiopian restaurant!! After dramatic goodbyes, I returned to Silver Spring for the final time to find that nobody had stolen my car.
It was all very satisfactory. This entry isn't too long, is it?

posted by Emily Comments [] 2:42 AM

Sunday, January 19, 2003

 

This struck me as brillant, and I felt you all would appreciate it.

My, my metrocard! Don't know where I'm going, but I'm gonna go far!

posted by Cyn Comments [] 6:30 PM

 

I think we should all start saying "Fuck that noise" more.

Example:
Emily: I'm going to start using the word 'Deck.'
Me: Fuck that noise.

posted by Cyn Comments [] 5:50 PM

 

So this weekend, I travelled to DC to be part of the latest peace rally. I drove down Friday to stay with my friend Ryan from Baltimore, who is doing an internship in DC and staying with a 30ish gay couple, Brian and George, one of whom went to Amhurst (where Ryan goes to school). Brian and George are of the 30ish gay variety who do not have many friends who are not gay men, who like to watch "Changing Rooms" because it's far superior to the American "Trading Spaces" and are very into the decor of their house. Also, they make play dates for their dogs. Needless to say, Brian and George did not attend the peace rally. Don't get me wrong, they're very nice people, just a little on the prissy side. On Saturday, Ryan, Ryan's mom and I headed over to the rally. It was the most leisurly morning before a rally I've ever had, probably because a slightly disorganized boy was in charge instead of me. We got there around 2pm, in time to miss all the speeches but not the march itself and we marched until we could march no more. Sadly, I did not get to see Em or Lynn, but it might have been impossible for us to find one another considering there were between 100,000 and 500,000 people there (depending on your source).
For whatever reason, the media has been paying a lot of attention to the rally as well as to the other marches and demonstrations that took place all over the world (in 32 other countries!) yesterday. It was the headline story for the national news on NBC last night and it got a full spread in the Washington Post, not to mention a picture above the fold. I think maybe this is the beginning of something really big. We should all plan to go to the next one, which is sometime around V-day next month.

posted by Julie Comments [] 3:43 PM

Saturday, January 18, 2003

 

my mother's love advice to me, in redneck speak...

ah w'd be mighty leary of enny guy who suddenly reappears in mah life an' especially a whimperin' one. Remember "one in th' han' is better than two in th' bush". Unless of course, yo' doesn't reckon yer relashunship wif Jed is a lastin' one. Obviously, eff'n his hint at marriage scared yo'... yern't ready fo' marriage... but eff'n yo' an' him is happy togither, thet is 99% of th' battle ennyway. Yo' kin injoy Bryan as a friend an' jest see whut happens in th' future. Mebbe yer relashunship wif Bryan will grow... but also keep in mind, cuss it all t' tarnation... Bryan tends t'"disappear" in th' summer. ah w'd wait t'see eff'n his life pow'ful does include yo' in its future. Jed obviously be hankerin' t'include yo' in his future. An' thar will allus be thet other guy t'wonner about. ah still wonner about " whut'd haf happened eff'n..." An' it was pow'ful a heart tweekin' experience t'see mah old NZ fellafriend two summers ago... While ah was in NZ 30 years ago we were mighty close... ah wonner eff'n he is still a fine lovah??? He still looked awfully nice!! Fry mah hide!! Fry mah hide!! Fry mah hide!

posted by Wendolyn Comments [] 12:09 AM

Friday, January 17, 2003

 

A week back, I joined the homogym in Philly. I've gone a few times: rode bikes, lifted weights, done yoga, danced African dances. These activities have led me to one conclusion/irrational fear. I am the only gay man who sweats, and I sweat a lot. Which leads me to wonder, are they working out in their target heart rate zones? I know I am or am I just that physically unfit as to begin sweating at the drop of a hat, whereas all the other homos actually have cardiovascular strength. Also, when i return from NYC on Sunday I will have a brilliant essay explaining once and for all why bad teeth are not sexy.

posted by Phil Comments [] 12:32 PM

 

Good God, we're on a song writing roll. Songs are flying out with alarming regularity. As in, 3 songs in the past 4 days. Next up: a song about John Denver called "Rocky Mountain High, Pacific Ocean Low."

posted by Christopher Comments [] 1:46 AM

Thursday, January 16, 2003

 

Something, that is not me, is breathing in my house. Cynthia is not here. I can't tell if I'm just imagining it, but it's really creeping me the fuck out.

posted by Phil Comments [] 12:59 PM

Wednesday, January 15, 2003

 

While we're on the subject, I took this quiz
and I am marijuana. Big surprise.

posted by Julie Comments [] 2:04 PM

Tuesday, January 14, 2003

 

Also, Teddy is clearly gay. In fact, Larissa and I may name one of our children Teddy.

posted by Cyn Comments [] 9:40 PM

 

i am an indie snob!




How indie are you? test by ridethefader

You're just too cool for school, aren't you? You're pretty narrow minded
and opinionated with regards to music (and probably most other things
as well). But you're allowed to be, because you really are better
than everyone else. You take pride in obscurity.
You probably prefer vinyl too, you elitist bitch.


The thing is, I totally own that scarf, too. But I never wear it, because the whole burberry thing is way overplayed.

posted by Cyn Comments [] 9:09 PM

 

Finally at last, it's an "Are You a Hipster" quiz. Take it now.

posted by Emily Comments [] 1:17 PM

 

My dad is getting the heat repared at his house. This means that they had to turn off the heat for about 2 weeks. We have space heaters in each of our rooms and in the kitchen, but one has to put on an extra layer to comfortably traverse the stairs and yet another layer to go into the basement. Last night, I realized that my space heaters were not working to heat my room because of the vents so Dad and I used pillowcases and his extensive collection of paperback books to block the vents. Call us ghetto-fabulous, cuz that's what we are.
I had dinner with my mom last night and she informed me that she plans to bring about 50million people with her to commencement. She suggested that my dad and paternal grandmother dine with her parents, Rick, 2 family friends and herself on the night before graduation. She also said Phil and Cyn should come. Don't worry, kids. My dad's coming a day early and there will be no Awkward Dinner from Hell. Anyone who wants to is still welcome to dine with us, but if you're anything like me, you think planning a meal 4 months in advance is retarded!
In conclusion: a house with no heat is still better than living with my mother.

posted by Julie Comments [] 10:50 AM

 

Julie, Rachel and Emily, you have to decide if you want to be the Green Duck, the Purple Duck or the Yellow Duck in my Period Book. (Larissa is already the Orange Duck.)

Menstrauly goodness!

posted by Cyn Comments [] 3:36 AM

Monday, January 13, 2003

 

Also, I am no box.

posted by Phil Comments [] 8:13 PM

 

Everything that has been lost and found has been lost again only to be found. Em, your UPS tracking number is 1Z 170 X13 03 1108 899 8.

posted by Phil Comments [] 8:05 PM

 

This is some material I meant to post before Obie X-mas but didn't get around to it. So in this one part of this parking garage where I sometimes park, there are all these spaces labeled "compact." & I noticed right away that there were lots of SUVs & minivans that were just going ahead & parking in those spots anyway, so I have started affixing post-it notes to the backs of those vehicles reading "HEY ASSHOLE, YOU'RE NOT COMPACT". Logical next step: write "WITH SKUNKS" on this one car's Christian homeschooling bumper sticker. ANARCHY!!!!
Thing John said while I was hanging out with him this Thursday: "I think so many people in this country need to lose weight. But if they did, I'd be humpin' everybody, so...."

posted by Emily Comments [] 5:50 PM

 

I want to be a Blogwhore. Support me or die.

posted by Cyn Comments [] 4:01 PM

 

Julie thinks it's totally okay to masturbate at work. I think it's morally wrong, along the lines of smoking weed at work, which is only okay if you work in the food service industry or operate a ski lift.

posted by Cyn Comments [] 2:28 PM

 

I really feel that those pictures are the best way to sum up Obie Christmas.

In other news, I'm back at "work" and there is someone here I haven't seen before today. This person may or may not be related to my boss in some way. They have the same last name, but look nothing alike. Anyway, this new guy (new to me, not the company) has recently returned from Italy where, he was pleased to inform us all, you can drink beer at McDonalds. New Dude also makes lots of gutteral coughing/throat clearing noises about every other minute. He sounds like a neighing horse or perhaps a congested elephant and he sits at the desk right across from me. Tomorrow, I'm bringing headphones.

posted by Julie Comments [] 1:49 PM

 

and an update on the boy situation: after not speaking for a month brian calls my house and leaves a message on the machine that goes somthing like "so, i've been thinking and can't stop thinking about you and i feel aweful, and i need to talk to you, even if you're upset just please call me or i don't know what i'm going to do, we realy need to talk, please." unfortunatly, chris checks the answering machine and kinda goes completely nuts. understandable i suppose. there is no calming him with the reasoning that i him no control over what sort of drivel comes through the phone line. he decides to go on a silence strike and not talk to anyone. this lasts for 36 hours or so, during which time i try to call brian to find out what the hell is wrong. he says it's too important for the phone. this convinces me that he has something horrible to tell me, that he has hepatitus or something. great. then i have to try to tell chris that i'm going out for a drink with brian, or else lie to chris, neither of which is very appealing. brian and i end up at the bar at northstar, which is great b/c we know everybody working there and they're all listening to the conversation which goes something like:
brian- i'm sorry and i just need to let you know it's me and not you and i'm an ass and i've been depressed and too scared to call you.
w- well, i'm seeing somebody else now, but i miss you and i appreciate the apology. i still like to think of you as a friend.
b- thankyou... (starts crying) i'm so sorry. i'm a mess. can we get together, go skiing or something this week.
w- hey, it's ok. are you ok? we'll go on wednesday. i'll call you.
b- promise you'll call me. please. i don't know what i'll do if you don't. ok. hey, thanks for listening to me.
w- yeah, i'm glad we talked (yeah right kinda??). and i'm glad you don't have hepatitus.
b- what???
w- nevermind. i'll call you
b- please promise you'll call me.
w- i did that already. i promise again.

i ask you... bis this not the most pathetic thing on the planet??

posted by Wendolyn Comments [] 10:58 AM

 

i must say what a rare pleasure it was to be passed amoungst everybody and share in the joy of the ruffley shirt.

posted by Wendolyn Comments [] 10:40 AM

Sunday, January 12, 2003

 

Pictures are here

posted by Cyn Comments [] 6:34 PM

 

Found Items

• Julie's pajamas.
• Emily's glasses.
• Orange handled shears.

posted by Cyn Comments [] 5:45 PM

Friday, January 10, 2003

 

Julie just came over to eat cheese sandwiches and soup (it was tomato based, but what other Belgian mysteries might have gone into its creation we can only guess) and I realized, with great horror, that my dad loves her more than he does me. Well, ok, i guess i don't really care

posted by Benjamin Comments [] 1:58 PM

 

Oh man, the band practiced last night. Not playing together in three weeks made something painfully obvious: if we don't practice for a while, we suck. Now, we've all been practicing on our own, but playing together as a group, our chemistry was all off. Time to work on it more tonight.

posted by Christopher Comments [] 1:23 PM

 

Speaking of Fight Club, I am Jack's overwhelming sense of rejection. Boy number 2 after a bevy of sincere emails and a few telephone conversations where we both decided/admitted that we really liked each other and were a little confused has decided that he can't date me. We don't click 100%. It's the first time I've been rejected by a boy that I actually like and temporary insanity ensued. Cyn and Margot, a visiting friend from home, cheered me up. I drooled on Cyn's breasts, listened to Cake's version of "I Will Survive," drank Sambuko, ignored everything remotely male in the bar, and discussed things that would be offensive to Catholics. My personal favorite is stealing dead popes and launching the website "Dead Popes Gone Wild."

posted by Phil Comments [] 8:09 AM

Thursday, January 09, 2003

 

Boredom is not a good thing. It can only go on so long before I start finding devious ways of amusing myself such as developing inappropriate crushes, scrawling on the walls, cutting my hair, masterbating at work. Actually, I'm reading Lullaby by Chuck Pul...the guy who wrote Fight Club and, though I can't spell his last name for shit, I think I've developed a little thing for Chuck based on the dust jacket photo. If only his name was something sexier than Chuck. It's tough to sit here and say, "Mmmm, Chuck," with a straight face.

posted by Julie Comments [] 1:54 PM

Wednesday, January 08, 2003

 

I'm at my boring internship job just now and these guys just came in to fix our ceiling. One of the ceiling fixing guys has a beard that ends in a braid that is at least 2inches long. Because the braid is made up of facial hair, it is all stiff and sticks straight out and it doesn't move independently of the guy's head so this makes it sort of mesmerizing in its hideous glory. No one else here seems to have noticed the beard-braid, so I thought I'd share it with you all in hopes that you will find it as amusing as I do.

posted by Julie Comments [] 12:49 PM

Tuesday, January 07, 2003

 

Hey, I thought I'd let you all know what I did this weekend. On Saturday night I was staying at my aunt Bonnie's house, where there's lots of drama being enacted between her cats -- there's a new little cat in town, & she's terrorizing the pre-existing cats! So Ben came over there & we exchanged gifts, except not really b/c Ben forgot his so I still don't have it. We went to a punk show in D.C. We employed some very wild & adventurous methods to find our way there, & when we arrived, it was all very dumb & enjoyable. We saw 3 bands, so we got to observe no fewer than 3 lead singers be charismatic by engaging in various rock 'n' roll antics. The best was the guy in something called The Shakedowns, who kept climbing up on amps & other large pieces of equipment & attempting to play guitar from up there -- they would move around precariously & at several points it looked like he was really going to fall & break his arms. We think he finally came back down because his bandmates told him to. Genius! On Sunday Julie & I risked death to drive to Ben's house in the snow. We made soup! Also, I got to go sledding, & Ben & Julie made a snowman. (I tried to go sledding again yesterday but the sled at my house is that old fashioned kind with big metal runners & it would just sink down into the snow & refuse to move, so I think harder snow is required.) Julie & I went to see that "Lord of the Rings" craziness. It was very exciting for Julie when she found out I hadn't seen it already. We don't keep up with the times so it's like we're Lord of the Rings buddies. The theater we went to not only was very large, but had been designed to look like some sort of Egyptian palace. My remark to Julie on leaving the theater & being confronted with Egyptian-palace-and-snowy-parking-lot scene: "Well, THIS is certainly quite surreal." Oh, & on the way back we got stuck behind salt trucks that prevented us from passing & also bombarded us with chunks of rock salt. So, in conclusion, it was a fun time. Man I'm looking forward to seeing you all this weekend.

posted by Emily Comments [] 12:41 PM

Sunday, January 05, 2003

 

I am back in Obie-land and it is sooooo quite here. There is no body around. I think I may be the only one in Asia House at this moment. I am not complaining becuase I have Lev and his house which contains many lovely companions, but everywhere else I go is empty.

posted by Samantha Comments [] 12:12 PM

Saturday, January 04, 2003

 

yeah, happy new years everybody. is it the third already? this is insane. i spent my new years day passed out at my desk at work wondering if the sticky stuff in my hair was champagne or something far more sinister. it was pretty sad really.

let me tell you something about bad gas. no one knows what makes it bad except that it kills your car silently and swiftly. the crap thing about the holidays is that between the tourists who can't drive on snow and the drunken multitudes there is never a taxi or tow truck in sight. and the crap thing about my work truck is that no one actually bothered to get it registered last year. so when i drive through the DUI checkpoint on new years morning smelling like a bar brawl and they ask for the registration there is naturally a problem. fortunatly they drained the gas tank and the car is better now and northstar of course got their truck out of impound, although i drove it today and it is still unregistered... don't you just love bureaucracy?

posted by Wendolyn Comments [] 12:00 AM

Friday, January 03, 2003

 

I think I'm in love with The Donnas. Am I too old to hang a poster of a band up in my room?

posted by Christopher Comments [] 6:42 PM

 

The events of the past few days have made me realize something very important about my life. Someone has stolen my alcohol tolerance! I got totally shitfaced on New Year's, which generally doesn't happen but can be accepted for how much tequilla was consumed. But I had 4 or 5 drinks last night and should not have been that drunk. I mean it's definitely going to be cheaper, but as an alcoholic I enjoy being able to out drink people. So whoever has stolen my tolerance, please give it back. I worked long and hard for it.

posted by Phil Comments [] 11:49 AM

Thursday, January 02, 2003

 

There comes a time when certain roomate decisions need to be made. Sadly, Cyn and I disagree on this one.

posted by Phil Comments [] 10:47 PM

 

Time for a sports rant.

I HATE the Detroit Redwings. As a Blackhawks fan, I feel this overwhelming urge to punch anyone that likes the Redwings. So the other night, I sit down and watch a Redwings game and cheer for them to lose. They end up winning, so I was pissed. But, the thing that pisses me off even more is who they have playing for them. Several years ago, the Blackhawks traded their captain(!) Chris Chelios to the Redwings. Why? Let's trade the CAPTAIN to a division rival! And then, a couple years later, the Blues (also in our division) trade Brett Hull, their captain, to the Redwings. So, the Redwings have two of their division rivals captains now playing for them. Still playing for them. And guess who is first in the division? Yes, the Redwings. Nothing like breaking up the team by removing such a central person, and then give them to people that you play against for playoff spots. God damn, why don't I just start running a sports team? I'd do a better job of it than some of the asshat owners.

My only hope is that since the Redwings are the oldest average team in hockey, they all retire in the next two years, and leave the Redwings with the crappiest team ever.

posted by Christopher Comments [] 11:49 AM

Wednesday, January 01, 2003

 

What's better than rousing a hungover boy and trying to shoo him out of the house before your mom gets home? Rousing three hungover boys and trying to shoo them out of the house before your mom gets home. Happy new year, everybody.

posted by Julie Comments [] 12:05 PM