Monthly Archives: February 2003

apparently the japanese word for minutes is both fun and pun, (depending on what minute it is) eight minutes for example is happun. mind you, it’s not pronounced like fun. it’s pronounced like foon. the point is that there has to be a good joke in there. something about time flying when you’re having fun. or poontang. but after 45 minutes of desultorily considering it last night in class, all i came up with was that i was fucking tired and time was moving really slowly and no i do not want to count down hours one more time, you bad bad japanese teaching man. let me go! let me go!

THINGS I MISS:

my pee partner, marina.

a commonplace email conversation:

michele: goddammit i have to go to the bathroom again.

marina: shit dude, i’ve only drunk like a third of my 8 x 8oz.

michele: well you better hurry the fuck up. you’ve got a three hour time difference on me and i’m almost done with mine. sucka.

marina: shut up! i’m going to go pee!

michele: ha ha! neener neener!

THINGS I WANT TO SEE:

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last night at the guru movie, a conversation between nuala and i:

m & n: dancing indians! dancing indians! eeee!

m: you know what would make this movie perfect?

n: no, what?

m: dancing indian TURKEYS!

spastic giggling and shushing as the movie starts with a movie of dancing indians.

ahem. just in case anyone needs any additional gift ideas for me for THIS SATURDAY.

X – TV Series

Kenshin entire on dvd

and if those two get bought, the guy has multiple other ones for sale, so you can find another copy of either of the above.

chobits (search dvd chobits if this one gets all bought up.)

then there’s my amazon wish list, (link to the right). i think this is funny cause there’s no way any of you will buy me any of these, though jacob might be briefly tempted to buy all of kenshin on dvd himself. and kim and jolie already got me presents. and probably everyone else is already on top of it. or something. (did i suddenly strike a nerve i wonder? are none of you really on top of it? are all of you hoping to let it slide right on by this delicious oppurtunity to throw six years till thirty in my face? threatening lowring brow but with incipient tears probability, “you haven’t forgotten my birthday is this saturday, right?” how could you what with the surprise party already? dried up tears, affable laugh. ha silly me. sooooo who wants to go to 26 mix and affect some maniac dancing moves on saturday night?)

so last night i had some strange dreams. at one point i was sitting in the front yard with sean talking when all of a sudden he decided to create an archaeological dig and discover an ancient aztec temple. underneath my lawn. who knew my house was resting on a big hollowed out, hallow halls sacred-ness. certainly not me. sean seemed to know though. and then we were going out to eat with 2 people i didn’t know and right when i was being introduced to them, kristen called on my cell phone and i had to answer it so i excused myself and started walking towards this set of glass doors at one end, and right when i’m almost there this voice calls my name and kristen on the other end goes really silent and i turn around to see kenny galumphing towards me. with the hair still. but in non-black clothes. it was frightening, mainly the blue and white striped shirt. and i said to kris, “uhh i’ll have to call you back.” and hung up on her. kenny was immediately suspicious that it had been kristen and i made elaborate lies about how it was nuala and then escaped back to the table where sean and the two strange boys were.

and that’s really all i remember. most peculiar.

so as most of you know or have read about already, my cousin john is getting married to a lovely girl named katherine this summer. and she made a webpage for it! fun! so you should all go and see it: John and Katherine’s page of LUV. it’s really cute. although my computer here at work isn’t letting me see the picture of them at the top, hopefully you all will be able to. there’s a password to get access to the guestbook which you don’t really need cause you don’t know them and have no reason to comment there. so nuts to you on that point. i on the other hand did comment. and did so before realizing that it was a serious guest book and not a flippant one. i was very ashamed of myself after that. and speaking of my cousins, what the hell happened to james the sporadic commenter? he’s apparently too busy going on dates. hwee. go james go james get your groove on. i’m going to shut up now.

i have a semi-annual review today before my 6 month probationary period is up at this job. so i’ll let you know if i still have a job at the end of the day or if somehow i’ve managed to get myself fired or just out of sheer spite went and quit. fucking berkeley.

so apparently jason left just in the nick of time. even though the earthquakes weren’t felt in the city at all for some reason. still 5 in one morning ranging from 3.8 to 4.2 has got to be telling us something about the slow and steady drift into the ocean. did ANYBODY else feel them besides me, my mom, and kristen’s mom? i’ve gotten, “did you make them up?” from nuala and “you sound like robot tron.” from kristen. both not very supportive of my delusions.

anyway, i haven’t heard from jason yet. but i’m assuming he made it to the frozen tundra of jersey all right. all right there, jason? all right. i just watched my birthday present from jason, ‘about a boy’. damn fine movie. thank you jason! and earlier today i came THIS CLOSE to buying the book at bonanza. but then i bought 2 other books instead. one of which is by the author of ‘Mara, Daughter of the Nile.’ fuck i loved that book. we read it in 6th grade. the same grade that i first got glasses, bras, and stabbed in the hand with an exacto knife. it’s all about timing.

ahem and now for the picture portion of this post. there’s new NY’sE pictures of nuala’s that i finally scanned and put on eloise. and there’s some of the andrew molera camping trip too.

and i also wanted to share these two with you all from my christmas in oregon.:

christmas 2002 #1 (set-up–i am stylish in the snow, i tell you.)

christmas 2002 #2 (group photo–cowboy snowman! later on his arms fell off.)