It's the principle of the thing!

HX05_JK_First Sin
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Well, today has been a rather good day, I must say.

Last night I was in bed by 11:30 and asleep long before 12:00. This is, I realize, for the first time in I-don't-even-know-how-long. I didn't even mind getting up for an 8:00 this morning!

The campus blood drive is today... I was eagerly awaiting the presence of the attack-dog they usually have, the one with 35 and 1/2 questions who I've seen pressure students into participation. Had she been here, I would have been able to throw the regulation back in her face disallowing me- a perfectly healthy, disease-free twenty year old male with type O (universal donor) blood- from donating.
"Well just answer the questions *correctly*" you may be saying, "and quit bitching about it." It's not that; forgive me for being banal, but it's the principle of the thing!

Anyway... housing reapplication starts today, and apparently I have a remarkably low senior draw number. And I mean low as in top 75... ;)
Basically, I get what I want.

Today is Jordan's birthday! The young thing is no longer a teenager... *tear* They grow up so fast...

I haven't posted a picture in a while, so here's one of the infamous bearded lady of Martin 401. I call this one First Sin. Now that's a sexy bitch.

Yaffles on a chuckle skim

In continuation of tonight's festivities: for your perusal I offer a literary smorgasbord.
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My favorite poem ever:
"The Woods of Westermain" by George Meredith
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I.
Enter these enchanted woods, You who dare.
Nothing harms beneath the leaves
More than waves a swimmer cleaves.
Toss your heart up with the lark,
Foot at peace with mouse and worm,
Fair you fare.
Only at a dread of dark
Quaver, and they quit their form:
Thousand eyeballs under hoods
Have you by the hair.
Enter these enchanted woods,
You who dare.
...
[full text] Rather long
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My favorite book ever:
The Power of One by Bryce Courtenay
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This is what happened.
Before my life started properly, I was doing the usual mewling and sucking, which in my case occurred on a pair of huge, soft black breasts. In the African tradition I continued to sucke for my first two and a half years, after which my Zulu wet nurse became my nanny...
My life proper started at the age of five, when my mother had her nervous breakdown...
I spoke the language that had pronounced the sentences that had killed their grandfathers and sent their grandmothers to the world's first...
[amazon.com]
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My favorite short story ever:
"A Christmas Memory" by Truman Capote
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Imagine a morning in late November. A coming of winter morning more than twenty years ago. Consider the kitchen of a spreading old house in a country town. A great black stove is its main feature; but there is also a big round table and a fireplace with two rocking chairs placed in front of it. Just today the fireplace commenced its seasonal roar.
[full text]
(Bob will remember the film... "It makes me feel all sparkly inside!"
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My favorite short film(s):
Tater Tomater, director Phil Morrison
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"Tater Tomater is the story of a cafeteria worker, Doris, who, over the course of a hectic day, begins to lose control. Being forced to say the same thing over and over again, she begins rhyming words and her co-workers don't quite know how to react.
[IMDB]
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and Vernon, Florida, director Errol Morris
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Early Errol Morris documentary intersplices random chatter he captured on film of the genuinely eccentric residents of Vernon, Florida. A few examples? The preacher giving a sermon on the definition of the word therefore and the obsessive turkey hunter who speaks reverentially of the "gobblers" he likes to track down and kill.
[IMDB]
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My favorite feature-length film:
Life as a House, director Irwin Winkler
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When a man is diagnosed with terminal cancer, he takes custody of his misanthropic teenage son, for whom quality time means getting high, engaging in small-time prostitution, and avoiding his father
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And rather than a favorite television show, a few random quotes to round things out:

Julia: [reading aloud a letter from Dash Goff] Yesterday, in my mind's eye, I saw four women standing on a veranda in white, gauzy dresses and straw-colored hats. They were having a conversation. And it was hot. Their hankies tucked in cleavages where eternal trickles of perspiration run from the female breastbone to exotic vacation spots that southern men often dream about. They were sweet-smelling, coy, cunning, voluptuous, voracious, delicious, pernicious, vexing and sexing... these earth sister/rebel mothers... these arousers and carousers. And I was filled with a longing to join them. But like a whim of Scarlett's, they turned suddenly and went inside, shutting me out with a bolt of a latch. And I was left only to pick up an abandoned handkerchief and savor the perfumed shadows of these women... these southern women. This Suzanne. This Julia. This Mary Jo and Charlene. Thanks for the comfort, Dash Goff... the writer.
-Designing Women [more]

Blanche: She walked in on me and William last night. I could have fallen off my headboard and chipped a tooth.
Rose: You think that's bad? She came into my room while Albert and I were reenacting the plank-walking scene from "Peter Pan".
Dorothy: What the hell goes on in this house at night?
-Golden Girls [more]

Jack: For your information, most people who meet me do not know that I am gay.
Will: Jack, blind and deaf people know you're gay. Dead people know you're gay.
Jack: Grace, when you first met me, did you know I was gay?
Grace: My dog knew.
-Will & Grace [more]

Terry: I heard a rumor.
Deputy Trudy Wiegel: What's that, Ter?
Terry: Mexican werewolves are coming up from Mexico and selling crack.
-Reno 911! [more]

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Thoughts from a charcoal cloud...

Continuing the "Thoughts from..." series, tonight's feature is... drumroll, please... me staying up all night again! Yay.

1:30 - I'm taking my first break... You could say that I'm pretty much a continual break-taker. Maybe that's why I never seem to get anything done.

Had the Monday night get-together tonight... Kamrin and Gigi came up. We ate and watched The Cure and Sordid Lives. Good times, good times...

• Gigi: "Bitch, you betta' quit lickin' me, gurl..."

Jordan's sleeping so peacefully... too bad I don't have a sharpie on me (*mwah* baby!)...

Umm... interesting points... I saw Tessa at Wal-Mart and tried to persuade her into a pair of mesh thongs, to no avail. Oh well... I tried. And Fiser got vegan cheese-dip at dinner... WTF?

And by the way... I thought *I* was the only supernaturally cute 19-year old from Southeast Arkansas! Oh wait... I'm 20. I guess that means I'm out of the game.

Thoughts from the futon...

I'm really getting to the point where I hate this futon. It feels like every time I think I may have gotten away from it, I end up right back on it. Take that as you wish: metaphorically or literally.

Tonight, for instance, I finally got my bed made (since I haven't been in it) and was on my way to bed before realizing that my only alarm, my phone, is very near dead, and with no charger long enough. So I've relocated to the futon for one more night.

*sigh*

Anyway... It's been a short day... nothing especially interesting that I can recall... Of course, I think lack of sleep is interfering with my memory; it's been especially nonexistent lately.

Is it a bad sign that it's not even Monday and I'm already ready for the weekend?
(Speaking of which... Jordan has a show at The Factory Saturday!)

I've come to the conclusion that humans top the list of "Most Ridiculous Creatures on Earth." Too many reasons to count; you know how it is.

Saving it for Jesus...

Um, can you say, "Cold as hell?" It is now 4:04 a.m., and I'm sitting on Jordan's back porch waiting for my fixative to dry on my charcoal assignment. *sigh*

Had a rough day... Got a little angry... If you know, you know; if you don't, you don't want to!

• Interesting point in my day for Tessa:
  *Me: "Yeah, that would be awesome! I could be the poster-boy for the whole [teen] purity movement!"
  *Jordan: "You'd be, like, 'Get off my dick!"
  [Editor's Note: These two quotes were originally in very different contexts, but they work well together.]

Indiscriminate kiss to the all of, like, three people that actually read this: *MWAH*

"I used to be so certain, and I can’t figure out..."

Well... I'm back.

From break, that is, and it's just as I remembered it: pretty shitty. Organic continues to top my list of worst inventions of all time, with stupid people a close second.

I had a fairly good weekend to end break on, though. Went to a party Saturday night with some friends and pretty much hung out with a bunch of rednecks. That's okay- I met some cool people, anyway... Okay, I could probably count the number of cool people I met on one hand... Actually, one finger pretty much would suffice. Lol. We found ourselves staying up all night talking about life, love, and naked ass on leather. All in all, regardless of some closed-minded arguing that had occurred, I had a really good time.

Sunday night Jordan and I went to Backstreet to see Vicki and Kamrin. Had a good time there, as usual... I hadn't gotten to see Vicki perform previously, so that was fun.

Last night I had to do shitty Organic until 4:00...

So that brings me to a grand total of 7 hours sleep in what is now 75 and will be 85 hours by this evening. I guess that's almost 10%... That's a good thing, isn't it?

(edit: 032206)
What follows is an extensive addendum of my weekend, per Tessa's request:

• Saturday
  9:02 am: Wake up. Alone in the house, girls gone. Dance naked to the mailbox.
  9:47 am: Long way to the mailbox, get home and take a shower to cleanse body of road grit.
  10:22 am: Summer calls, wants me at Megan's house by noon. I say, "Bitch, please."
  ... (censored)
  2:00 pm: Arrive at Megan's house. She isn't dressed, didn't expect me so soon.
  2:01 pm: Say, "Hi," to Summer and Chris.
  2:50 pm: Get naked and wear Megan's jacket with the furry cuffs and collar around her room.
  2:51 pm: Play with the puss. Name's Kismet.
  ... (censored)
  

Okay, Tessa... that's even boring me. Maybe this will work:

• Slightly interesting points:
  *Stop at a gas-station for AMP and sour skittles. The toilet in the men's room is chained down, with two Masterlocks.
  *Girl I don't know at the carwash: "I don't have my mace with me tonight, but I've got this." [pulls frying pan from backseat]
  *Annoying drunk: "Hey, dude, where's Frodo?" [x 3] (Yes, I do have hair on my feet, okay?)
  *Me: "Megan, can I feel your ass?"
  

In closing, I was also commanded to post something that occurred earlier in the week: In a dream that I had, I was attending school to learn methods of tending rose-bushes. Obviously this was something I excelled at, because my roses produced fruit: penises.

The pink one.

You know how you get a box of chocolates and there's this really pretty, ornate piece kind of over on the side? You bite into it, and it's sweet and fruity, and you're glad that you got such a good one without using the diagram to cheat from?

But it leaves an aftertaste... a bitter, biting sense that makes you wish you'd never picked it up...

That's me.

All Good Things...

Okay, so I'm depressed. My spring break has mere hours left, and I'll spend a good portion of them sleeping! I intended to wake up at 5:13 to make sure Jordan left for work, but my phone randomly changed time. So, "no dice, grandma." But I did get up in time to see the girls off on their trip.

Overall, the break has been good. Did some shopping with Mom, detailed my truck, lots of hanging out, etc. I wish I had another week, though... definitely in Conway, too!

"Now don't open your eyes tonight..."

Marissa
Originally uploaded by exiguousopificer.

*Sigh* About four hours from now, I'm going to feel like absolute shit... unless I hit my no-doze and keep on running. ;) At least I'm sorta' kinda' finished with EcoEvo before Spring Break!

So I'm sitting here in the living room typing my little lab report (which isn't actually little) a few minutes ago and hear this random banging going on at my door. Basically sounded like a drunk person, rattling around with Tessa's shitty Dr. Pepper cans ornamenting the outside.

As I open the door, a guy is standing there in his boxers and attempts to walk past me into my room. Now I've seen the guy, but I have no clue as to who he is. All I know is that random strangers sleepwalking into my room is totally unnecessary.

When I did my little Stop, in the name of love pose and said, "Um, wrong floor," he gave me a weird look before drifting (stumbling) back out into the pod.

I guess he'll know next time... Unless there's cash involved, you're NOT going into my bedroom.

Damn, I need a raise

Never too early to be a diva
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Today's lyrics:
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Fallin’ asleep at the wheel again baby,
You’re driftin’ over the line (line).
Your hands are tight, but you’re losin’ grip quickly-
Fix me, can you read the signs?

Thumbin’ your way to Vegas, dirty,
And Dreamin’ like you’re out of control;
Save your tears and laughter
Because this is the ride…
And this is the show
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I've got to start going to bed at a decent hour. I hate being tired absolutely all of the time.

I just got back from meeting with Gatti-Clark and talking for an hour about life, liberty, and little girls. I just love her; she's so funny.

So now I'm eating stale Krispy-Kreme donuts and analyzing human demographic data for EcoEvo. Where can I trade this life in again? I'm looking for a more spacious model.

I love this picture of Marissa playing dress-up. I couldn't help but name it It's Never Too Early to be a Diva.

"Hangin' 'round... downtown by myself..."

I am finally in a good mood again! Kind of excites me...

I went home yesterday to pick up some paperwork. While there, Megan, Summer, and I rode around randomly, basically doing nothing. We went to the Star City Mini-park, then the Monticello park, then Sonic...
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Megan: "The last time I was at this park, I was having sex."
Me: "Me, too! In the covered slide?"
Megan: "Yeah... Whoa, that's kinda' scary."
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Summer almost got picked up by a guy with a big nose, but he pissed her off.

I think I'm going to go sit on my ass and do my Ethics readings. Damn, I'm excited.

"Don't you miss the big-time, boy..."

Bowery J Platform
Originally uploaded by tangentialism.

I like this picture. As someone who commented on it mentioned, you can see the repairs that have been done to the wall. They were, no doubt, essential. It wasn't just a frivolous, "Hey, let's fix something." And these were the only repairs that were made.

*sigh* I'll skip out on the boring psycho-analysis for the possible reasons I like this...

"I'm just sitting here watching the wheels go 'round and 'round..."

The next line of that song says, "I really love to watch them roll." I don't, and I'm tired of it, so I'm just going to stick with the single line.

So I'm still coughing, but it's slowly getting better, I think. It's certainly not helping today's mood. As my day progresses, I'm getting more and more into that "I just want to be alone; I don't want to hear anyone talking to me; Don't you dare touch me; and the slightest comment may get you bitched at" mood. I'm going to lay on the futon, covered in my chenille throw, and finish watching Empire Records. Then I think I may do Erin Brockovich, too. I'm hoping that will help things.

Again... skipping psycho-analysis for your preservation!

I broke my phone again yesterday. A flick of the wrist talking, and it's flying through the air, hitting a door and sliding to the floor. So now my screen's solid white; but the external one still works, and I have updated most of the custom ringtones, so I'm getting by. I'm going to check on how many times the warranty will apply (we all know this isn't a first), and if not I'll be replacing the LCD myself.

"I'm a burning effigy of everything I used to be..."

Woman in Her Negligee, NYC, 1966
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While this is not the first set of Robbie Williams lyrics I've used, these just really feel appropriate. Pretty much sums up my feelings this evening...
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I'm a burning effigy
Of everything I used to be
You're my rock of empathy, my dear
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Look me up in the yellow pages
I will be your rock of ages
Your see through fads and your crazy phases yeah
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And I chose this picture specifically for the same reason... a tired old woman in her negligee, probably a great beauty in her day. Now she's just... old... and tired.

I'm taking a break from Organic for a bit... another bitch of a test that I haven't studied enough for tomorrow. I really don't care whether you use Sodium Borohydride, Lithium Aluminum Hydroxide, or a half-pint of moose urine to reduce a ketone into an alcohol. Does anyone?

Anyway, besides that bitching... um... so yeah, I'm still coughing. Unfortunately my personal prescription works for everything but that. And the doctor confirmed this afternoon that Jordan does, indeed, have a case of the flu. At least he prescribed some stuff that should do the trick, though... so maybe it'll be gone in a couple days.

I talked to Bob earlier... I definitely need to make a trip to see the cute little thing. Yes, sweetheart, consider yourself warned. I may even sneak you back to Conway under my shirt... or in my pants, whatever works better.