So, I just finished a poem dedicated to Robert Pinsky's eyebrows. I feel this is a good way to start off my blog, and a good way to show everyone the kind of entries they'll be reading from now on.
The poem was in the style of Pinsky's "The Shirt," and thus required me to do an inordinate amount of research on eyebrows. Did you know that people were considered witches if they had unibrows back in the middle ages, which lead to the townsfolk burning them? Also, people made eyebrows out of mouse hides. That's some crazy shiznit there (notice my 90s slang?) I'm glad we just settle for plucking them now, or drawing them on, which is what I have to do every morning. I may have told you guys this, but I was making fun of how pale I was once, and someone asked me if I was albino. They may or may not have been drunk. I would expect no less from my floor.
I'm about ready to strangle everyone I live with. They're nice people, don't get me wrong, but they are very loud. Even though quiet hours start at 6:00 P.M., that doesn't stop them from whooping it up until 6:00 A.M. on weekends. It's 1:37 right now, and people are squealing next door. A quick not for all of you--- If you ever want me to hate you, make excessive amounts of noise near me while I am sleeping. If anyone has any suggestions as to how I can bump off an entire dorm floor, please send them my way.
I just got back from Michigan, and the flight went all right. I'm glad I got away, since I've cooled down and rested a bit, and now I'll wait another week or so before killing my dorm-mates. I played a bit of the new Silent Hill while I was home. It is so freaky, oh em gees, you have no idea. Whoever did the sound for that game is one messed-up individual. Like, I bet he's so crazy that they had to chain him up to prevent him from maiming the other people working on the game at the time. The noises are that freaky. We have to play it in a group. I'll warn you in advance, I am too much of a wimp to play it.
I wish I had more to tell you. I work excessively here (about 17-25 hours a week) so I'm always tired. It makes for fun times. While everyone one my floor is partying, I am in my bed, playing Text Twist. I feel so old. My back and hips are always sore. When I'm not doing that, I'm doing homework a lot.
I did go to the aquarium though last Wednesday. It was free for college students, which was awesome. A girl I know asked if the aquarium workers had to brush the shark's teeth, since they had a lot of them. It's surprising, but she's in the honors college. I'm extremely tired, and thus highly emotional, and almost cried at the IMAX movie on the Grand Canyon.
I need to get back to reading Faust, so I'll update later. <3
2 comments:
Once I get in a good mood I promise to be as witty as you...new silent hill??? I wanna play. Oh and by the way im using a library computer that hasnt been cleaned in who knows how long and the space bar keeps sticking. so i sound like a really angry typer right now because i have to put in more of a physical effort...<3
One... I have many a way for you to bump off a floor of loud room-mates and other peoples. The trick is not to get caught. For such a nice person I am far to violent... THE APPLE TO APPLES GAME WAS RIGHT! Ask Ana about that, I'm sure she can tell it better then I in typing form... And silent hill sounds fun, I have not play that game in far too long since I obey the group gaming so such a game ones. See you around-ish!
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