Saturday, August 03, 2002
Got some pictures back. They were OK. Nothing too spectacular, but there was a picture of my brother sleeping in the bathroom in Pittsburgh. Don't ask.
There was also a picture of Liz with really scary hair.
Yesterday there was a squirrel in the school. It was awesome. It was really really cute, and me, Chris and Nathan had no pressing urge to go to class so we followed it around for a bit. At one point it got itself into a corner and started freaking out, so it jumped up onto the wall and then up onto Nathan. I laughed. He didn't. In any event, I got a picture of it before we went back to class, so it was a profitable experience overall.
I also discovered that there is a T stop that lets you off right at Newbury Street. See, whenever we went to Newbury Street before, we would get off at Copley and usually get kind of lost trying to get to where we wanted to be. But yesterday we were on Newbury Street, and then all of a sudden we go into this place, and it's a T stop! Ah, revelations!
The family has departed for the present. I think they went mini golfing. I didn't really feel like going, so here I remain. Ah, sweet, air conditioned solitude.
And yes, Helene, tout le monde parle français! Il y a plus de pays qui parlent le français que l'espagnol dans le monde! Ha ha! The magnificence of online translating programs (FreeTranslation.com, par exemple) that let me read Spanish allow me the pleasure of an appropriate retort!
is anybody even there
who doesn't just pretend to care
this time i need to know
are you there?
If you would like to view some flowers that I created, you can go to Orisinal.com and click on the Flowers icon and enter the number 120807711139. Yes, that's the flower number. Mmm. Delightful.
Cinnamon gum is really quite delectable, don't you agree?
Last night I went out for ice cream with Jess. It was fun. The ice cream place was overrun with hordes of depraved, slavering small children, but that was OK because then we left and drove around and chatted. Good times. We enjoyed the MediMobile in all of it's glory.
Jess also professed an interest in attending my art show at the end of MassArt. I dunno, I don't personally think it's going to be all that thrilling, but then again, I don't really know what's going to be happening yet. Alors...
I've been getting this newspaper in the mornings... the Metro. It's free, and there's always a guy right outside North Station handing 'em out, so I take one to read on the T. It has the most incredibly random and bizarre stories. Here are a few honest-to-cat-true headlines:
-Surfer crabs win beauty contest
-Shanghai bears begging for cola
-Group's research calls modeling clay a danger
-Heaven/hell debate ends with gun death
-French siblings barred from freezing mother
-Activists angered by zoo lions' incest
-Manatees flee amorous male herds
-Maimed turtle scaring birds
-Last Times Square porn palace shut down
Don't you just wish you could read the stories that accompany those headlines? Ha. Well, it makes for an interesting morning read, in any event.
This is a short blog but I can't think of anything else to write right now. Ha. To right write now. Anyways. Blogger's block, I guess. So.