January 2006 Archives

offensive bexxx!art:

more heeeeere.

I like when cats come hang out with me while I'm "working." And nap next to my laptop.

I was sitting at besk listening to the Beach Boys [the Clash], when Shauni [GRT/neighbor] came in and asked, "Can you pick up cats?"

And I was like, "Unh?" And she repeated herself, and I was like, "Oh! Yeah, sure," and went into her suite and scooped a black & white mystery cat out of her bathroom. And she said, "He might be Scott's. Or Anjuli's. You can just leave him at besk and send out an e-mail."

And so. Here I am. We're basically best friends now.

Also, last night! I got to sleep next to a cat until he got bored of me. That was fun.

Not cat-related, but last night-related [that'll have to do for my transition], I got to do some arty stuff. If you'll remember, my dormitory has colorful walls. For some reason, the people who came in to repair walls [it's an old building] decided it was part of their job to whitewash four floors worth. So the inhabitants of Bexxxley went rarrrrrr! And bought lots of paint. And have been painting ever since.

I repainted a few patterns I could see through the whitewash, added a pink fuck to the fuck lounge, and drew some foliage, including the rare and beautiful cuntflower where the purple in this picture used to be.

when an ant is crawling on your laptop and you try to brush it off, but it crawls into your built-in speaker.

and then you're like oh, fuck, i hope it doesn't somehow manage to break my computer by exploring in there. and you turn on your music to try to scare it out, but nope. so you continue to use your laptop until ten minutes later it crawls out again.

and then you're like OMG DON'T GO BACK IN and brush it away successfully.

do you know what else is awkward? pretty much everything kyrstin and i did last night. including but not limited to awkwardly not knowing what to do with kiki's prefrosh, awkwardly attempting to buy tickets to deerhoof, and awkwardly walking into each other.

c'est moi! et adelaide, calvrett, dugan. & kiki.

also, lauren has mystery hunt pictures up.

fabulous dance party at teh bexxx friday night, avec disco tent.

before that, meara and i enjoyed ourselves in killian court. stargazed through the light pollution & airplanes. spent quality time with the statuary. made friends with flowering crabapples. walked in step with people passing through lobby 10. screeched our heads off. oh, wait, that last one was just meara.

saturday was meara's birthday, so there was the usual cake and singing. plus adelaide and mean girls. rooster costumes, dugan.

that night, we moved adam into beta. my part was wearing his lumberjack hat and carrying his lindsey lohan poster/tiny subwoofer. hard work.

and then there was some sort of candlelit affair in the annex. clefairy and i were fooled by the easiness of sitting on a couch. so once we finally decided to leave and meet our sober friends at bexley, we realised we were in fact, between e and pi sheets to the wind. so that made the rest of the evening more interesting. for people spectaclizing, at least.

fast forward a little bit, and i had some private time with my friends in sr haus suite 212. i forgot how much i enjoy their company. even if they tease me. and know which hemisphere india is in.

Standard deal. Running away not quite fast enough. Hopping into elevators whose doors close too quickly or not quickly enough. Slamming doors shut and trying to lock them as a big shadowy monster-type pulls on the other side. Good times. If you like waking up feeling slightly panicked, that is.

Now here are some things that are better than nightmares:

Starting Friday at noon:17 was Mystery Hunt 2006! I spent the better part of 36 hours in a classroom working on ridiculous puzzles and even solved a couple. Alberta border cross due south.

It alternated between hilarious fun and mind-numbing frustration. Interesting fact: things are a lot funnier when you're running low on sleep. Carnival bag, etc.

This week we [Kyrstin, Kiki, & moi] also investigated the mysterious frozen yogurt flavour alfin [perhaps "fat free elfin"] at Ankara Cafe. Once we finally worked up the nerve to order it and after eating an entire dish of it, we still couldn't figure out what it was. So we're probably going to keep going back and ordering alfin until we can solve that mystery.

Also this week: new haircut.

We've spent practically the last six hours together. Heart!

And this isn't a pity mention or a mention just because I'm drunk. It's a mention because Kyrstin is wittier than Alison, awesome, and Kiki's objet of worship. [that's almost french. not to be confused with franch.]

Marcus is pretty awesome too. Even though his hands are softer than mine. Definitely have to step it up with the moisturizing.

And Kiki liked the jeans I bought him, which is nice. Although I was planning to steal them if he didn't want them, so sad. But he was really excited about looking at his ass, so I guess that's cute?

Some miscellaneous thoughts.

Plane ride was fine, although I somehow was at the gate practically two hours before the actual flight. Out of character, I know.

Yesterday we played a rousing game of Scrabble. And not math!Scrabble. Shuttler won the game, although it's not in the Scrabble dictionary.

At night I should definitely put my phone on silent so Calvrett's obnoxiously loud ringtone doesn't rouse me from my peaceful slumber.

And now I should probably unpack my beautiful pink luggage.

Except! You'd think having hot pink suitcases would make it easy to find yours on the luggage belt, right? Too bad I grabbed someone else's suitcase that was nearly identical to mine off the belt, then had to heave it back on when I realised it wasn't mine. Oops.

Hoping that if I don't move I won't lose the weak signal from my neighbor's wireless network.

So t minus 3 days until back to MIT for IAP. My mommy bought me a winter coat, hopefully for use in the LOTS OF SNOW that will be there on my return? I really want some snow. It's been vaguely spring-y here. Too warm for winter and way too rainy.

I finally got some real ID, so I won't have to show the guy at Sugar Daddy's my voter registration or blood donor card. Although, perhaps sadly, he recognises me now. But I won't have to go through mega extra are-you-sure-you're-not-a-terrorist? security at the airport. Too bad I lost my passport. Could I be any more retarded?

Been doing some chilling with my friends. Watched some Bollywood, Orange County [it's not just a place, it's a state of mind!], The 40-Year-Old Virgin, Scrubs. Had some IHOP, baked some brownies. Made best friends with Miriam's dog.

Talked to Calvrett, who will not be back at MIT until jan15 with Adelaide. So asshole props to him for that. But I guess I'll survive for a week without. And there's always sr haus mooching. Because we're friends.

I'm avoiding packing because I am thinking my stuff > my suitcase. But I'll figure it out. MIT and all that.

And Tristaca called, so hopefully by next Wednesday evening I will have a funky new haircut.

And that's pretty much my boring life. Thanks for tuning in.

PS: Will Bruce is a cutie.

sometimes having friends who aren't all friends with each other sucks.

and sometimes following your heart means hurting people.

but other than that, i had a swell ringing in of the new year.

remember me last year? not rly, but i went back and read jan05 to remind me.

Resolutions, schmesolutions. I hrt me & I wouldn't keep them anyway. That's what I get for growing up in Amurka. Too much self-esteem.

basically.