happy president's day!
all the proof you need that president's day is a useless holiday:
today there was an article in the post-gazette about this descendant of abraham lincoln that looks a lot like him. his name is ralph c. lincoln, he lives in johnstown, and he's THE ASSISTANT MANAGER OF VITAMIN WORLD.
he's really putting those presidential genes to good use.
Monday, February 20, 2006
Thursday, February 16, 2006
today was magnificent. it was beautiful; 60 degrees and raining, but it was okay because a few weeks ago i found a red umbrella in the second floor cathedral bathroom.
some notable events of the day:
for lunch, alicia and i dined at the five star 7-eleven on the corner. alicia bought v8, which is by far the worst idea for a juice ever. i had never had v8 before, but i was against it in theory; vegetables in a blender doesn't even sound appealing. upon trying it, i hated it more. it is essentially cold tomato soup. tomato soup is not even good hot, or lukewarm, or whatever temperature you prefer your soup.
i had a hot dog and some turner's iced tea. usually i prefer this particular iced tea in the carton, but they didn't have that; so i opted for the quart-sized jug. this has become my new favorite way to enjoy beverages; it has enough capacity to last all day, and it is very convenient to carry (instead of using your whole hand, you need only curl one finger through the handle).
metaphysics was wonderful today. from 4-5:15, i could not have been happier to listen to cian dorr talk about the ship of theseus. if you are wondering if something can remain the same if some of its parts are changed, i implore you to ask yourself this question: is journey really still journey with that fake steve perry? the answer is no. steve perry is journey; they got another guy named steve, but it isn't the same.
the highlight of metaphysics, however, was when our professor cian dorr used the word "wonky." george and i nearly died, for this is the best word ever. cian dorr was cool before; he looks and acts a lot like mick jagger. but wonky! after that, i couldn't even concentrate.
matt participated in deepher dude tonight. he didn't place, but we all had a good time cheering for him. we also had a good time proving that being in an honors fraternity does not necessarily mean you have good morals by making fun of the other contestants loudly whenever possible. the volleyball boys behind us got real irritated.
for these reasons (and others), today was a GREAT DAY. woooo!
some notable events of the day:
for lunch, alicia and i dined at the five star 7-eleven on the corner. alicia bought v8, which is by far the worst idea for a juice ever. i had never had v8 before, but i was against it in theory; vegetables in a blender doesn't even sound appealing. upon trying it, i hated it more. it is essentially cold tomato soup. tomato soup is not even good hot, or lukewarm, or whatever temperature you prefer your soup.
i had a hot dog and some turner's iced tea. usually i prefer this particular iced tea in the carton, but they didn't have that; so i opted for the quart-sized jug. this has become my new favorite way to enjoy beverages; it has enough capacity to last all day, and it is very convenient to carry (instead of using your whole hand, you need only curl one finger through the handle).
metaphysics was wonderful today. from 4-5:15, i could not have been happier to listen to cian dorr talk about the ship of theseus. if you are wondering if something can remain the same if some of its parts are changed, i implore you to ask yourself this question: is journey really still journey with that fake steve perry? the answer is no. steve perry is journey; they got another guy named steve, but it isn't the same.
the highlight of metaphysics, however, was when our professor cian dorr used the word "wonky." george and i nearly died, for this is the best word ever. cian dorr was cool before; he looks and acts a lot like mick jagger. but wonky! after that, i couldn't even concentrate.
matt participated in deepher dude tonight. he didn't place, but we all had a good time cheering for him. we also had a good time proving that being in an honors fraternity does not necessarily mean you have good morals by making fun of the other contestants loudly whenever possible. the volleyball boys behind us got real irritated.
for these reasons (and others), today was a GREAT DAY. woooo!
Tuesday, February 14, 2006
valentine's day! i figured out why valentine's day bothers the single folk. it's not really the day itself, or the not having a date thing. because i don't have a date any other day of the year soooo it wouldn't be rational to be sad on a singular day. honestly, if i had to, i could just ignore the fact that it is even february 14th. that was my plan -- until, ALL DAY, people were walking around with their instruments of love hangin out all over the place. a bunch of flowers, balloons (carried in a plastic shopping bag so as to avoid escape), stuffed animals, a rose in a plastic box (and, come one, who are you impressing with that? if i got that, all it would say to me is that you do the majority of your shopping at the ghetto eagle). it isn't not having a valentine that bother's me; it's reminders, every few minutes, all day long that everyone else is getting a special valentine's surprise and i'm not.
so around dinnertime tonight, i was waiting for alicia in mcdonalds (our classy hetero lifemate valentine's date). i'm sitting there without food at a restaurant, so i'm looking around awkwardly, trying not to stare at anyone. mission failed because this kid came in, tall, blonde hair, good looking...he caught my eye so i did that thing where you purposely don't look at someone and it makes it even more obvious that you were staring at them in the first place. unfortunately he had a valentine's balloon-in-a-bag in his hand, so oh well. he walks up to the counter and orders two double cheeseburgers to go. my first thought is some lucky girl is getting a balloon and a double cheeseburger for valentine's day. he collects his burgers and somehow our eyes meet again, and he has this "quit looking at me" look on his face, so now i feel real stupid. but, all of a sudden he's at my table. "there is a girl who goes to pitt who looks exactly like you." he proceeds to tell me that i look like a girl named ingrid, and that i should look her up on the facebook. "i almost came up and said 'hi ingrid!'" and that was that.
alicia arrived and we had our dollar menu meals. a crazy man with a green thermos came in and made a beeping noise. we thought he might be friends with the mcdonalds worker, but decided he wasn't when he started talking to his reflection in the window. later, a man wearing a shirt that read "gangsta as fuck" referred to green thermos man as a "band-aid smellin' mother fucker." we couldn't decide if he meant that the man smelled like band-aids or if he was fond of smelling band-aids.
mcdonald's is the best.
so around dinnertime tonight, i was waiting for alicia in mcdonalds (our classy hetero lifemate valentine's date). i'm sitting there without food at a restaurant, so i'm looking around awkwardly, trying not to stare at anyone. mission failed because this kid came in, tall, blonde hair, good looking...he caught my eye so i did that thing where you purposely don't look at someone and it makes it even more obvious that you were staring at them in the first place. unfortunately he had a valentine's balloon-in-a-bag in his hand, so oh well. he walks up to the counter and orders two double cheeseburgers to go. my first thought is some lucky girl is getting a balloon and a double cheeseburger for valentine's day. he collects his burgers and somehow our eyes meet again, and he has this "quit looking at me" look on his face, so now i feel real stupid. but, all of a sudden he's at my table. "there is a girl who goes to pitt who looks exactly like you." he proceeds to tell me that i look like a girl named ingrid, and that i should look her up on the facebook. "i almost came up and said 'hi ingrid!'" and that was that.
alicia arrived and we had our dollar menu meals. a crazy man with a green thermos came in and made a beeping noise. we thought he might be friends with the mcdonalds worker, but decided he wasn't when he started talking to his reflection in the window. later, a man wearing a shirt that read "gangsta as fuck" referred to green thermos man as a "band-aid smellin' mother fucker." we couldn't decide if he meant that the man smelled like band-aids or if he was fond of smelling band-aids.
mcdonald's is the best.
Monday, February 13, 2006
Aw man. it's 1:35 and I have to be at work at 9 tomorrow morning. too many things are weighing on my brain right now to sleep...such as, homework, doing my teach for america application, completing my myspace profile. priorities! i read a sweet little ditty by peter van ingwagen (yeah i probably spelled his name wrong but i don't feel like going in the living room, searching through my folder and correcting it) about fatalism -- which is different from determinsim, but i'm not quite sure how. also i read some crappy manuscripts of my fellow senior seminar classmates. not that i think i'm better, but that doesn't change the fact that some of them were painful to read. last but not least i read this essay by george orwell which made me feel like i abuse the english language daily. namely, he would discourage the use of the phrase "last but not least." so clearly, i learned something.
today we had pinning for the alpha deltas. the most exciting part of that was tossing the football in G24 with the andrews. also, i let alicia eat my chili from wendy's. she spilled some on her shirt and blamed it on the fact that i grabbed a fork instead of a spoon at the condiment counter. who says you can't eat chili with a fork? i submit that you can. the best part was alicia's ensuing date, which she now had to go to with a chili stain on her white shirt. the whole situation raises the question: does she go home and change the shirt, or wear the shirt on the date and make a joke out of it? i would opt for the joke. because if the date turns out to be awkward, it gives you maybe 30 seconds of automatic material. then maybe you could take the conversation towards times you've spilled things on yourself. obviously, i'd make a horrible date.
i'm finding it really hard to care this semester. maybe it's senioritis, i don't know. i'm ready for the "schooling" part of my life to wrap up. i came home and anthony was back. we ate some eggplant and vegetable concoction he made, which was pretty good (way better than cheesy chicken), and talked about going to see his sister and her husband in erie this weekend. it's odd, but it just occured to me that i've never been to erie. after all that excitement, alicia and i talked on the phone about boys for maybe a half an hour. my life is full of substance.
retrospectively, last week was maybe the best week ever. the steelers won the superbowl. i love the steelers, but it's hard to imagine what it would be like for the team you root for to win the superbowl (especially if they haven't in your lifetime). i believed it could happen, but i guess i didn't think it actually would. it's surreal. on thursday, my senior seminar professor complemented "my work thus far," allowing me to ignore for a few days the recurring feeling that i am a horrible writer. also, alicia and i peer pressured mark into having a party. he had one that included a keg of natty ice and you know what happens when natty ice is around. today we found out that alicia locked herself in the bathroom for twenty minutes. mark had to break in with a screwdriver. none of us had any idea about those events until today. the best memories are the ones you don't really remember.
ok that made no sense. peace!
today we had pinning for the alpha deltas. the most exciting part of that was tossing the football in G24 with the andrews. also, i let alicia eat my chili from wendy's. she spilled some on her shirt and blamed it on the fact that i grabbed a fork instead of a spoon at the condiment counter. who says you can't eat chili with a fork? i submit that you can. the best part was alicia's ensuing date, which she now had to go to with a chili stain on her white shirt. the whole situation raises the question: does she go home and change the shirt, or wear the shirt on the date and make a joke out of it? i would opt for the joke. because if the date turns out to be awkward, it gives you maybe 30 seconds of automatic material. then maybe you could take the conversation towards times you've spilled things on yourself. obviously, i'd make a horrible date.
i'm finding it really hard to care this semester. maybe it's senioritis, i don't know. i'm ready for the "schooling" part of my life to wrap up. i came home and anthony was back. we ate some eggplant and vegetable concoction he made, which was pretty good (way better than cheesy chicken), and talked about going to see his sister and her husband in erie this weekend. it's odd, but it just occured to me that i've never been to erie. after all that excitement, alicia and i talked on the phone about boys for maybe a half an hour. my life is full of substance.
retrospectively, last week was maybe the best week ever. the steelers won the superbowl. i love the steelers, but it's hard to imagine what it would be like for the team you root for to win the superbowl (especially if they haven't in your lifetime). i believed it could happen, but i guess i didn't think it actually would. it's surreal. on thursday, my senior seminar professor complemented "my work thus far," allowing me to ignore for a few days the recurring feeling that i am a horrible writer. also, alicia and i peer pressured mark into having a party. he had one that included a keg of natty ice and you know what happens when natty ice is around. today we found out that alicia locked herself in the bathroom for twenty minutes. mark had to break in with a screwdriver. none of us had any idea about those events until today. the best memories are the ones you don't really remember.
ok that made no sense. peace!
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