It's true, Michelle!

I will post someday. Maybe after I take my French test from Hell™. But for now, keep in mind that the French verb "bondir" means "to leap" but in the expression "faire bondir," it means to make someone's blood boil. Or to make them "really hopping mad." According to my French book. Which is basically God.

Rewind: Freshman Year

Last night we went to a party. An Urbana house party. And it was as it should be (have been): loud; sweaty; drunken; and complete with awkward freshmen who think they're really cool and who do keg stands and put their butts on people.

Please don't get the wrong idea-- you will be hard pressed to find something that I enjoy more than a sweaty, shirtless freshman swaying into me while checking out the ladies at the party, attempting to remain vertical. I really do love it.

But I felt old. And I know I'm not old. Actually I'm a baby. Just turned 7 months old yesterday. Not really. But the point is, I felt incredibly out of place at the party. Except I wasn't drunk enough to convince myself that I was a freshman again, and I wasn't sober enough to stand back and judge everyone (though that's no fun anyways). So I danced a lot. And put my butt on some people, and did a couple of fist pumps in beat with the pounding music. There were a lot of people who were making out, including this freshman girl who made the rounds. Seriously, every time I saw her, she was snogging a different dude. I stared at her awkwardly for a while until I realized that that was basically me my freshman year. And then I just sighed a wise old sigh about my wasted youth.

In other news, I discovered this in the online slang dictionary:

zoom-in Featured Word

noun

1. an unexpected and usually undesirable kiss.

She pulled a zoom-in on me last night.


word.

Parking tickets

Hello, universe.

I hate parking tickets and I hate towing companies and I hate parking problems.

Don't worry, I didn't get towed, I just get mad when I think about people towing cars. Unless of course it's really necessary. But there was this a-hole guy who lived in my building last year who would tow someone at least once a week for parking in his spot even if there was another spot available, even if the spot available was the one that everyone in the building knew was the extra spot that was available to anyone anytime. And so once I thought about towing him from his own spot just so he knew how it felt and that maybe he wouldn't do it again but I decided that it would be unethical and that it would be on my Hell Tally which I have thought up in my head, which is something that will happen if there is an afterlife and if I'm accepted into any part of it. What I am afraid will happen is that when it is being decided where I will go, heaven or hell or somewhere else, the decision will be made based on all the significant mean/vile things I've done/said/thought in my life and then I'll have to relive all the crappy things I've thought/done/said.

But today is Thursday. Which means I will go to Murphy's after rehearsal and eye inappropriate potential sexual partners and not talk to anyone I find attractive but think things about them as I walk by on my way to the bathroom.

Bye!!

PS I love Laurie Carlos and everything she stands for, most of which I'm sure I am still unaware of.

Amy

i'm really tired. but i really like my classes a lot, so that's nice. i can't decide which is my fav though -- phonetics, french, or jewish storytelling?

in the latter, we spent today's class comparing joseph (of the colorful coat -- technicolor, if you will) to harry potter. they're pretty similar dudes, actually.

but they're all incredibly excellent. it's a nice predicament to have.

more later.