February 2009
42 posts
“I stopped to take a last look at my scrap heap of an apartment. Once again,...”
– Karuki Murakami, Hard-Boiled Wonderland and the End of the World
I have become interested in mushroom cultivation.
I am so glad this happened.
During lecture, I streched my face by making a weird face just in time for the kid sitting in front of me to turn around.
For dealing with people when I am angry at them:
Is it worth it to let them know that I am angry? Is informing them of this ultimately worth it, or will it cause more problems down the line than I am willing to deal with? Does it cause damage to a person’s self esteem? Is it worth the damage in self esteem to fix the problem? Will this cause the person to realize something new about themselves, or will it simply cause the person to be...
Where did I meet these people?
It’s so strange how I am rarely able to remember where I met the people I now consider to be my good friends. Who introduced me to them/what we did/what my initial thoughts of them were.
Salespeople
I hate it when they react negatively when seeing my purchases. Last week I got laughed at for buying stockings. A few months ago a guy at the register said “hell no” as I walked over with my feminine products.
“Civilization,” the old man pronounced, “faces serious crisis because...”
– Haruki Murakami, Hard-Boiled Wonderland and the End of the World
William Somerset Maugham @ Classic Reader →
I'm turning into a high school delinquent...
Today I didn’t go to either of my classes. I also stole a full bag of English muffins from the cafeteria. I might be kind of badass.
Watch out, East Lansing.
The end of Michael Clayton is always uplifting,...
Why did I wait until this week to start using the...
It might be the best invention. Ever.
“I think that life would suddenly seem wonderful to us if we were threatened to...”
– Marcel Proust, when asked by a French magazine to write an essay about what he would do if he knew the world were going to end in one hour.
I just started reading a book called How Proust Can Change Your Life. This quote was in the first few pages. Needless to say, I am probably going to fall in...
drned:
Leadbelly “Where Did You Sleep Last Night”
Two of the funniest things I've heard, lately:
1. When one of my good friends was 12, her younger brother paid an ice cream truck to drive by her. The driver shouted out the window, “I’ll be back!” and she waited for fifteen minutes
2. Another one of my friends, while riding the bus to work, had a drunk bum fall on her.
My study break playlist:
Otis Redding - Try a Little Tenderness
Aretha Franklin - RESPECT
Wilson Pickett - Land of 1000 Dances
The Who - My Generation
It’s impossible to not bop your head or tap your feet to these songs. YEAH bringin some life to the library.
I wish that I was weathly so that I could work...
Facebook makes me feel bad more than it makes me...
I understand that text does not have the same information that the spoken word does, but that doesn’t keep me from getting pissed off! GODDAMMIT. Being rational is not for me today.
Chuck Berry - Maybellene
Chuck Berry just makes...
Weird things my professors say:
#1: The next PowerPoint slide appears, and on it is the phrase “naked vesicle.” One of the 300 students in the class feels the need to say “naked” in a high pitched, baby talk voice. After an awkward moment, my professor says, “Yes, even vesicles like to have a good time.” WHAT.
(Vesicles are just a part of cells).
#2: My male urban planning professor: ...
sade:
Notorious B.I.G - Party and Bullshit
My brain has decided to keep teasing me with...
The first thing I saw upon waking was the mangled body of a man whose jaw had been halfway torn off his head. He was bloody and bruised and one of the most horrifying things I that I’d ever seen. He was against the wall, dripping red.
I was overwhelmed with panic. It took me a minute to finish waking up. As I did my eyes refocused and I realized that what had been the man was actually a...
ninefruits:
The Men Are Called Horsemen There -...
A Reminder
Whenever I start to get too caught up in myself, I have to take a moment to think about one of my old roommates. She was a french exchange student, and one of the biggest bitches I’ve ever had to actually deal with.
I heard her once say to one of her friends “I only care about three things: art, money, and myself.” She dressed like white trash. She was an egotistical cunt. I...
I hate it when I'm too lazy to get up/get...
