The last real week of school is half over, and I'm ready to declare mission accomplished on the semester.

We filled out SRTE's in english last night, and while everyone was being open about the shortcomings of the prof, one of the kids that sits near me kept asking why she deserved a low grade on "comes to class prepared.." and other things. He then jokes about ripping up the forms that give her low marks. We laugh, and he collects them to take the forms back. A minute later we hear the sound of him ripping a stack of them up. f'ing. crazy.

It feels weird to be so close to Christmas and all that jazz and not even feel it. I've been rushing to get everything done for so long, that when it's all finally finished I won't know what to do with myself. Sleep camel'ing for a few days, rolling around in snow for a day, then laying around and watching reruns of Ally Mcbeal until it's time to come back to school.

so yeah, someone remind me to enjoy next semester....because doing this again would kill me.

If i'm doing something for school, and i'm not learning from it.....it's a waste of time.

Why is everyone wasting my time?

It's kind of funny to think that for all of the things I've pulled my hair out to complete this semester very few really gave me any academic value for my troubles. I'd like to think this would change as I make a transition into the 'real world', but that might be hoping for too much.

I want to get back to my sedentary lifestyle of watching VH1 and really enjoying life. Seeing friends, going to the gym, and oh God, remembering what the concept of 'being bored' felt like. Such luxuries!

On the bright side, it's after thanksgiving, and in true insatiable Christian fashion the season of Christmas has begun. For some that means visiting family and christmas shopping; for me it means listening to ridiculous amounts of holiday music on my iPod. I hope davey likes Santa Baby, because my speakers are louder than his this holiday season.

So yet another iPod is about to be placed into my hands this christmas. Let's hope this one is less prone to being stolen by grubby-fingered college losers that the last two.

It needs a name....it's going to be engraved, and it has to be good.

The last one said "rockin' the suburbs."...what shall this one say?

Possible choices:

"my owner listens to really, really queer music."
"rockin' the suburbs part deux"
"black people beware: i contain every ben folds song ever written."
"even if it means taking a chubby, i will suck it up!"
"excuse me, do these effectively hide my thunder?"
"You peed on my iPod shuffle, you fucking bitch!"


...add others please, i can't decide.

This weekend was non-stop insanity.

I spent most of Friday night 85% naked; dressed in an unwieldy slutty fax machine costume.  Our party was probably the best I'll ever have a hand in throwing....I'm scared to throw another because it's hard to top that. 

It seemed like every five minutes I'd scream because someone I haven't seen in forever would show up out of nowhere.  dirtynavit showed up dressed appropriately as a "special delivery from DC" FedEx box.  Kyle, Nenna, and came too.  I don't think I can express how happy I was that I got to see everyone again.

A quick list of things I remember:

•  Not being concerned about the lack of clothing on myself
• Daniel J was a nerd and didn't have a costume
• I did the same squeal as that of Lucille Bluth of Arrested Development when she spots Gene Parmesan, private detective
• Boxes suck for crowded spaces, yet can hold many things inside of them.
• Boxes aren't waterproof...and neither are the phones inside of them.
• Shoeverine (refer to navit for video footage)
• 'Everyone loves the Kok'
• Mark M. dressed up as Herpes
• Emily dressed up as a tampon, ironically...our bathroom was covered in used ones by the end of the night.
• Laura threw up on my wall....didn't clean it up.
• A cow threw up on our floor, Dave made him clean it up.
• Seery wore ugg boots............from the future
• One line for 4 kegs was a bad idea
• Jello shots were a good idea
• The entire cast of Anchorman came
• Nenna frequently molested me.  She was later molested in a similar way by an unknown man.
• A few people likely wondered why they had faxes of buttprints and the phrase "stick it in my 'b' drive" in their pockets Saturday morning.

 

I had something like 200 photos to wade through.....here's the 92 that made the cut:

 

crazeeeness.

I needed a box for my halloween costume, so after class Dave and I went by the computerstore to see what was laying outside.

I got a box--nice one too.


but


( I brought something else home... )

This is by far the fruitiest thing I've ever seen on the internet. And it uses flash, so right away it gets even fancier.

http://www.watchmechange.com/

The fun doesn't begin until you dress your man (I suppose the woman is less fun to watch strip, but that's just me) and click "watch me change."

I'm not sure if voyeurism will work for Gap's image. It sure didn't help their masculinity.

So apparently I've been syndicated.

courtesy of dirtynavit's nose for information:

http://www.blogtelevision.net/p/Videos-Read-Entry___1,4,,30896.html

I guess the site spidered my blog and reposted the content. weird.

I've read that blogging from work is a dangerous endeavor. Good thing that I do what I want.

There are about 40 muslim terms in front of me that need to be committed to memory for a midterm on thursday. I'm not sure about you, but words like madhhab (school of law), fuqaha (jurists, disciplined in fiqh), and mujtahid (one who performs the ijtihad) don't lend themselves well to memorization. This is going to be a disaster.

On the bright side, I was able to go to alternative night at Player's last night. Not too crowded, not too loud...and gay--you can't go wrong. You especially can't go wrong if you're bluis101, who nabbed herself the only straight man in the place. Not to be outdone Erica found herself a flashdancer on the dance floor. I was glad to hang out with Chris; it had been almost a week since I'd seen him last. I missed out on cuddle time all this weekend.

Speaking of straight things taken over by gay men....

( It's about time I shared something I did at work.  )

It's time to put on the pink Northface jackets, ladies.

I could see my breath today for the first time this year as I waded through a sea of Penn State pride on my way to work today. The leaves are changing already; it's kind of sad to think that this is probably my last fall in this town. Lately I've been spending a lot of time thinking about the future. I was in NYC for the last two days wondering if it would be where I ended up this time next year. It's definitely on the short list, barring any enhanced-orange terror alert levels in the future.

I took time off of work and skipped classes to take an early weekend and head to the city with lil' Joe. He wrote his story about coming out to his frat and had it published in a compilation book...which I'm pretty sure reads like Chicken Soup for the Gay Frat Boy's Soul. He didn't have anyone to go with to the release party, so I dusted off my car and we took a road trip. It felt good to give the State College bar scene a break for something more exotic.....such as a club that had giant beds everywhere and burlesque dancers with boobie tassels. It was lots of eye candy and lots of loud music, and I'm pretty sure a random woman gave me a lapdance on a bed.

I had a great time-- but driving back was a completely different beast. The combination of leaving at five (idiot decision) and torrential downpours/accidents on 80 caused a four hour trip to last just under eight hours. Joe and I had enough long talks to last a lifetime, but it felt good to just sit(drive) and talk about life for once. It reminded me that I don't always have to be going out with my friends to have a good time....hanging out at the apartment and just talking has its merits, too.

Next week is the Philly trip to reunite with the gov-school homies as a group for the first time in years. After that, a D.C. trip to see navit and erin is in order.

All these road trips reminds me of jeepskank, who I -need- to go to Texas with. I want to see Austin or Dallas before this school year ends.

Graham Spanier

was at the Phyrst last night- playing the washboard, horns and bells for the Phyrst Phamily. After his set was over, he said goodnight and walked off the stage near me.

Bridgette and I told him he was pretty good at white trash percussion, and shook his hand.
We didn't see Erica walk up him seconds later and tweak his nipple. His slit eyes apparently were wide with surprise.

Chris84_CK: he's a changed man

He certainly is. No one is the same after being objectified by an italiasian like that.



In other (less interesting) news:

My internship at the Barash Group is in full swing. Right now I'm making billboards for lots of small companies. It's great--but small companies are annoying to deal with. They are hard-headed with their visions and often force designers to go against every ad/design rule in the book. Slogans such as "A Taste Worth the Drive!" and "Taste the Goodness" finagled their way into my last two designs.

Someone had written Taste the Goodness down on a piece of paper, smiling smugly at the product of their genius in front of them. There was probably even a rough draft. We got the best possible version of that. After wards they showed the idea to a friend, who lied and said it "sounded great."

Taste the Goodness is another reason why people should never, ever lie.