michele

this time tomorrow i will have already seen matrix2 and will be complaining about how tired i am!

this time tomorrow i will be waiting in line to see matrix2!

mainly i just like the cow who goes “moo.”

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the animatrix

did you all know about this already? cause i certainly didn’t. but it looks fucking sweet, i have to say. comes out june 3rd and can be pre-ordered at amazon.

“i think what you have is allergy induced asthma,…probably.”

by far not the most comforting thing you want your doctor to mumble at you in a tone of unconcern and insincerity. godfuckingdammit.

so i went to the doctor this morning. had an 8:30am appt. what time was i seen? 9:15? oh yes, i think so. fuckers.

and then and THEN she wouldn’t believe that i cough wet. she said my lungs were clear. CLEAR. MY lungs. load of SHIT.

allergy induced asthma, my ASS.

on the other hand i got what is quite possibly the most spiffed out inhaler ever. also extremely aerodynamic.

i’m thinking i could use it as a mini space ship or skipping stone. both of which start SS. i think i might be onto something there,…probably.

in other news. i might be laid off this summer due to the complete lack of money gray davis has allocated for education in this state. yup. laid off. gone are my worries over how to say i want to quit. i can now look for a new job under the full grace of authority based on my soon to be lack of job.

this does however put a crimp in my whole possibly moving to berkeley plans. should i move to berkeley without a sure job? will erica wait much longer before taking a 1 bedroom place somewhere? it’s a dilemma. i kind of want to move to berkeley. i hate commuting. i make enough money to pay rent somewhere pretty nice. it’s not a bad plan to move there. but now i need to find a new job IN berkeley for it to make sense. i want to live here. or here. or here

that picture/story of doug’s of anderson made me long for pictures of anderson on my page. aside from the one already here. so i went and looked thru all my college photos and only found like 2 of anderson. i thought i had more than that. but then i became so fascinated by all the other pictures that i thought i would offer a sampling. i would do more but it’s fucking late and i’m tired. so you get a whirlwind tour of the college years of me, erica, jacob, doug, jason, and a lot of people you don’t know. although you know some of the other ones maybe (jolie, marina, jenny, etc. some of you.) but there aren’t pictures of them yet. i’ll get there. and i put them all in 2003 because people can’t view the older stuff if they aren’t signed in. and also then i’d have to separate the four years into single years and that’s too difficult for me to do this late at night. (but i can fix it if you want, gene. later. after sleeping.)

the five pictures you can look at now:

#1 for some reason, possibly because i had this huge stereo, people were always in my room lip synching freshman year. mainly sam and i would sing along to aqua’s barbie girl. no joke. but please notice jacob’s beard. good memories.

#2 so young! and i had permed hair! doug took this picture. you can tell because it’s black and white. and he had the nicest camera out of all us little wee freshpeople.

#3 ha ha ha! first off, erica and i are good and bad angels and we made our own wings. i did awful things to my hair, but hey, what else is new. it hasn’t all fallen out yet. pretty much every article of clothing doug is wearing was mine. that’s not true. just the jacket and the pants. the pants which were then given to gene. and i have no idea where they are now. and i think kristen owns the jacket now. and jacob’s ninja costume was brought back by me from hong kong. really it’s just pajamas, but shh don’t tell.

#4 that pippi longstocking hair was some of my finest work i tell you. i have no idea what the name of the band was at this point. but it was junior year at the on campus concert. and anderson is back there playing drums even though you can’t see him.

#5 the man, the marvel himself. well….after some slight tampering by erica and i. the poor boy. somehow he walked in the door and we immediately covered him in pink things. he then ate some cake and left. possibly this was the last time i saw him. i can’t remember. but if so, no wonder he refuses to come visit us.

i could cheerfully kill you. now if for any reason you die in the immediate future, say at your weird little brain donation test today on the 5th floor, then i retract that statement. but as it stands right this second, you are my new personal nightmare.

let me explain to all of you viewers at home.

today i waited till THREE ‘O CLOCK so i could have lunch with gene before his volunteer scalping. i was starving and miserable. and then he WALKED RIGHT INTO MY OFFICE IN FRONT OF THE CO-BOSS. inhuman shriek! i was so embarrassed because i knew that as soon as i came back from eating, the probing questions would descend. but flustered and blushing i dragged gene out into the hallway and ran away. he was mondo disappointed that i wasn’t wearing a button up shirt that we could carefully misalign one button and send me back to work in. i cursed his name and his parentage.

coming back to my office after the 25 minutes spent outdoors in the freezing cold. i managed to convince him to let me walk back in by myself and cautiously i went back to my office where the co-boss was lying in wait. before i even managed to set my stuff back down, gene pops his head in the door and says, “you know what, how about i call you before monday?” and i, furiously shooting eyeball daggers said, “sure,” underneath my breath adding several screaming insults. co-boss snickered at me and then asked, “how good of a friend is he? like a friend or a friend?” what is this, middle school?

at the same time delightful and horrifying, such went my afternoon. all of this compounded by the fact that my dating habits were apparently discussed at a keg party in concord last night. while i wonder why on earth this would be a topic of discussion as it’s quite possibly one of the most boring subject matters with a serious lack of examples on which to pull from, i am at turns fascinated, appalled, and rabidly curious.