Wear Your Love Like Heaven

Hello.

I think that what I need to do at this point in my life follows:

1. Listen to more records than I already do
2. Put together nice outfits for myself so I feel nice
3. Work on my abs
4. Make delicious warm vegetarian stews with lots of protein in them in my croc pot
5. Play my guitar more so my band, Old Dirty Boot, can get really famous

And I will continue to

1. Work on my play
2. Write poems
3. Not have a crush on anybody
4. Writewritewritereadreadread

Stuff that will never stop making me happy:

1. When Kinzie does German accents
2. The mismatched buttons I just sewed on my coat today
3. When my parents and I go to Chinatown
4. Murphy Lipman

Possible Halloween costumes:

1. George Washington
2. A green pea
3. Snoopy

I don't know.

Love,
Amy

Fiyah haus, JA!

Freshman year, Ernie would yell things out in a faux German accent every time we walked by Firehaus. I think we walked by once. Total. But he yelled some things that one glorious time. Yes he did. Now I'm the one who "tawks like ze Djermahns und makes ze djoks ubout ze Djermahn pahty wis ze peenis rhouund of ze beehr pong."

I should never be allowed in public.

I had grand plans to go to Firehaus tonight for about five minutes. But then I drove up and parked and observed the obscenely long line. So I cut in line and promptly saw a girl who was sitting and barfing a lot. And Firehaus guys were walking around going, "Whose friend is she?" ("Where'd my beej go? I can't find it.) So then I texted J3 and went home. To not-my-home.

I'm dog sitting again and it's good. We're going running tomorrow. Me and Merlin. The dog. Tonight we're gonna schmurfle. AKA he'll snore and drool on my pillow but I'm okay with it. We get each other.

Earlier, Annah and Amy and I looked at a lot of pictures from the past. There were so many epitomes and it was nice. I really like thinking about how things were and I also really like thinking about how much we're not like that anymore.

okbye.

Hiatus Done.

Yeah, okay, I'm back. There's something vaguely intimidating about posting for the first time in a while-- like, "my post's gotta be so brilliant to make up for lost time." Or something. But whatever, man, whatever. It's all chill up in hurr.

School is in full swing. I made it through a really intense two weeks of midterms/papers and I'm feeling alright about things now. Actually, I feel so on track in a lot of areas of my life, and that's something that doesn't usually happen. I often get really on top of one thing or another, but then something else slides. But right now, I'm kicking butt in a few of my classes that are hard, and I'm working out and eating right (and I've lost 8 lbs), and I'm sleeping and socializing and, yes, my room is messy, but let's be honest-- when isn't it messy?

And I just bought a spontaneous plane ticket to go to Boston for the end of the week before Thanksgiving break. I'll get to see my kids and my various Boston friends and for a day or two, I'll visit my friends who go to Smith and Hampshire. [Perhaps I'll even get to meet Daisy?/Michelle, wanna go to Tip Top Thai at some point when I'm there?] Basically, I can't wait to be back in Boston where I am a happy pup because Rachel and Alexander are there and so are many other great people/places/things. And I will get some JP Licks.

I'm skipping Jewish Storytelling right now so I can "do some homework" but really I'm just watching Grey's Anatomy and doing some good ol' sitting. Maybe I'll read for class now. Yep, that's what I'm going to do*.







*Let's be honest: I'm going to go get a spoonful of Cool Whip and watch another episode of Grey's. Duh.

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.