DownStyle

i think i emailed all of you, but in an attempt to revive the blog, i thought this might be a good place to discuss plans. so throw out some ideas. are people up for a new year's get together? where do they want it? how can we control for economic limitations to insure an equitable distribution of happy vacation time?

discuss....

ah, back in the warm embrace of academia. who knew it would make me feel so happy, loved, and protected? what the hell was i thinking going into the real world for so long? why didn't someone try to stop me?

one day of orientation down. so far so good. my classmates are interesting. my advisor is awesome. my real classes don't start until thursday.

hope all is well for everyone. jarlath, please post your phone number.

there will be no crack smoking in chicago!  or meth for that matter.  i won't allow it, i've seen the bad shit it does.  withdrawal is awful!  but jarlath, i will come up and drink a beer or two with you in portland.  i'm going to be in boston for the next two years, so we'll have some time to catch up.  give me a call, i now have a cell phone -773-505-5111.

 

So, last night I got sucked into watching SIX FEET UNDER with my roomies. I left the room, made a sandwich, and when I came back, the protagonist had been carjacked and was forced to drive to a sketchy park to buy crack. The carjacker then forces this dude to smoke crack through a straw off a piece of tin foil and the dude totally went nuts: "I feel amazing! I can't believe I've never felt this way before!" And then the carjacker gives him a blow job and forces him to drive to Long Beach to get some meth, but on the way they see a dog on the street that the carjacker is convinced is his dog, so they go catch it, but the crackhead says, "That's not my dog. Let him go." The he pistol-whips the guy and douses him in gasoline and threatens to kill him, but ends up just taking his van.
 
I go to sleep.
 
I dream that we're all hanging out at this campground sort of place and that all of you who live in Chicago are into smoking crack. There's just a lot of crack. It's like we're hanging out taking hits from a bong, but instead we're smoking a rock off a piece of aluminum foil.
 
So, I just wanted to let you all know that you're in my thoughts and dreams and that I hope to share a rock with you this fall. I'll be in Michigan for a study abroad fair in mid-October, so I hope to drive down for a chat!

colin,

can i get your parents' phone number. i've been asking around to find you some more help, but so far all my friends are busy. do you still need people?

oh, colin, i suck, i have a staff thing on the 22nd, i'll check the hours though, and i'll still help on sunday. i'm available friday mornings too.

if the numbers are being passed out, then here is mine.

773-549-1885

colin, i would also love to help out. i'm free on the weekend days, and i don't have to work until 2pm on the weekdays, so count me in.