Overheard in the hall while I was pretending to text message so I didn't have to talk to the girl who will start a conversation with you about genetics if you have parents.
"It's not so bad out today!"
"Yeah, it's actually kinda nice out!!"
"I know, it's like 37 degrees or something."
Moving to somewhere with mountains and sun.
Wednesday, April 30, 2008
Monday, April 28, 2008
Two Bits
A nugget from the bottom of my bag from the recent Virginia/D.C. trip:
"At the Washington Monument. Been here for 15 minutes. Denim on denim count: 9."
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The weather has continued with the shit. So a few friends and I spent the weekend at the cabin to appreciate the shit near a lake and with more blankets and soft, horizontal surfaces.
We played Apples to Apples, Pictionary, chess and Yahtzee for an uncounted number of hours and my personal favorite win was Emotional : Chickens. You decide which game we were playing
"At the Washington Monument. Been here for 15 minutes. Denim on denim count: 9."
---------
The weather has continued with the shit. So a few friends and I spent the weekend at the cabin to appreciate the shit near a lake and with more blankets and soft, horizontal surfaces.
We played Apples to Apples, Pictionary, chess and Yahtzee for an uncounted number of hours and my personal favorite win was Emotional : Chickens. You decide which game we were playing
Friday, April 18, 2008
"Megan (the second grader, not me...hopefully) will probably have a job with her name on her shirt."
Second hand clothes are delicious because someone has already paid the original price and broken them in for you.
Second hand experiences are also delicious because someone has already broken into laughter in a public place for you.
A nugget from Jacob's 3rd day as a French immersion 2nd grade student teacher:
Teacher: Who can tell me what a comma does?
[silence]
T: It's a button on your VCR...
Megan raises her hand so high that it might actually shoot out of it's socket if she is not called on.
T: Megan?
Megan: OFF!!
T: Nooo, it starts with a P.
Eric's hand shoots up, he braces it with his other hand to keep it in-socket. Fingers wiggle.
T: Eric?
Eric: POWER!!!!
T: Nope...
These kids know French, and I do not.
Probably more to come.
Second hand experiences are also delicious because someone has already broken into laughter in a public place for you.
A nugget from Jacob's 3rd day as a French immersion 2nd grade student teacher:
Teacher: Who can tell me what a comma does?
[silence]
T: It's a button on your VCR...
Megan raises her hand so high that it might actually shoot out of it's socket if she is not called on.
T: Megan?
Megan: OFF!!
T: Nooo, it starts with a P.
Eric's hand shoots up, he braces it with his other hand to keep it in-socket. Fingers wiggle.
T: Eric?
Eric: POWER!!!!
T: Nope...
These kids know French, and I do not.
Probably more to come.
Tuesday, April 15, 2008
There was a recent wind storm that blew most of Foamhenge over, forcing us to trespass for documentation.
In the madness of meeting my musical hero the other night, I neglected to tell you maybe the most important part of the trip. Foamhenge. Foamhenge is a completely full-scale replica of Stonehenge except instead of stone, it's stone-painted foam. I would tell you about the crazy man from Lexington, Virginia who built it or the wizard he claims to guard the "monument", or any further background information, but instead I think I will force you to just embrace it as I did here.
The New Pornographers last night were fantastic, particularly from our VIP seats that Mr. M scored for us at lunch yesterday. Zonino!
Sunday, April 13, 2008
Representing.
The last 48 hours have been filled with so much joy it's difficult to put into words, let alone in any witty way.
I am getting ready to crash on the bed of this goofy hotel where the decor might best be described as the decorative love child of Salvador Dali and an Autumn Pottery Barn catalogue. Alex and I are having a crash from so many endorphins entering our brains in a 10 minutes span because we met Colin Meloy. No, neither of us had showered. Yes, I asked him to sign a CD that wasn't his. Yes, I made a complete ass of myself. No, I don't remember any of this interaction. Yes, there is a 10 minute video documenting this. And yes, it made up for this incident almost one year ago to the date.
We also saw him Saturday night in Charlottesville, VA where we were too tired to yell at the sickeningly rude audience. The tiredness was the result of staying up to an ungodly hour Friday night proving to Alex's fancyshmancy W&L friends that you can still be awesome if you don't want to be an "i-banker" or know the entire Greek alphabet.
Tomorrow night, the New Pornographers.
Love.
I am getting ready to crash on the bed of this goofy hotel where the decor might best be described as the decorative love child of Salvador Dali and an Autumn Pottery Barn catalogue. Alex and I are having a crash from so many endorphins entering our brains in a 10 minutes span because we met Colin Meloy. No, neither of us had showered. Yes, I asked him to sign a CD that wasn't his. Yes, I made a complete ass of myself. No, I don't remember any of this interaction. Yes, there is a 10 minute video documenting this. And yes, it made up for this incident almost one year ago to the date.
We also saw him Saturday night in Charlottesville, VA where we were too tired to yell at the sickeningly rude audience. The tiredness was the result of staying up to an ungodly hour Friday night proving to Alex's fancyshmancy W&L friends that you can still be awesome if you don't want to be an "i-banker" or know the entire Greek alphabet.
Tomorrow night, the New Pornographers.
Love.
Wednesday, April 09, 2008
See how many times I pushed enter? See how much longer this post looks?
So I've been kind of anti-blog lately.
Who? Me?
I know.
But the weather has been a roller coaster and you don't even want to see this.
So I'm leaving.
Not blogworld, but the zip code. I'm jetting off Friday morning to see Alexandra in her preppy weird school in Virginia where this conversation once occurred:
[looking at picture]
Stranger: "Who is that?"
Alexandra: "Oh, my friend Megan that I've told you about...The one I go to all those amazing concerts and stuff with"
Stranger: "What's in her hair?"
Alexandra: "Fake dreadlocks."
Stranger: "Ew."
Bring it on, Washington & Lee.
Meanwhile, we're seeing back to back weekend shows of Colin Meloy and The New Pornographers. If you don't know who these people are, we can't be friends anymore, so don't even ask me. I will unfriend you on Facebook, because someone told me I can do that now.
Who? Me?
I know.
But the weather has been a roller coaster and you don't even want to see this.
So I'm leaving.
Not blogworld, but the zip code. I'm jetting off Friday morning to see Alexandra in her preppy weird school in Virginia where this conversation once occurred:
[looking at picture]
Stranger: "Who is that?"
Alexandra: "Oh, my friend Megan that I've told you about...The one I go to all those amazing concerts and stuff with"
Stranger: "What's in her hair?"
Alexandra: "Fake dreadlocks."
Stranger: "Ew."
Bring it on, Washington & Lee.
Meanwhile, we're seeing back to back weekend shows of Colin Meloy and The New Pornographers. If you don't know who these people are, we can't be friends anymore, so don't even ask me. I will unfriend you on Facebook, because someone told me I can do that now.
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