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I miss you every day, my Rosie.

But in happier news... Happy amy Day!!!

Tonight The Frogs with my mom. And that signals the beginning of T H E W E E K E N D ! ! !

Yay! No time to be sad and miss my kitty when there's so much sleepy weekend fun to be having soon.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 8:46 AM | shower me with attention

Thursday, August 19, 2004

Where's the cheesecloth?

Why are you in Tavie's head? 2:45 PM | shower me with attention

Do you know what his favourite dish is? It was in the papers: beef!

I hear in his spare time he enjoys collecting coins!

It's gotta be morbid to be listening to all these songs about presidential assasinations, right?

Why are you in Tavie's head? 12:41 PM | shower me with attention

Kitana is reportedly back in town! I'd like her to prove it to me by making a personal appearance within a ten-foot radius of me.

I just got coffee on EVERYTHING!

I have nothing else to say.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 8:25 AM | shower me with attention

Wednesday, August 18, 2004

must do laundry

but

too tired to move

Why are you in Tavie's head? 7:51 PM | shower me with attention

TAKE THE PEANUTS AWAY FROM ME!

Or at least make me stop wiping the salt off my fingers onto the shoulders of my navy shirt!

Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:59 AM | shower me with attention

Tuesday, August 17, 2004

Bum bum bum bum bum bum bum bum
bum bum bum bum bum
Mr Sandman...

Hey, you know what, I realized my favourite song in Assassins is "The Ballad of Czolgolz" some time ago, but the other day I also realized that is the hoe-down song, as in "there's always a hoe-down song", and that, more often than not, the hoe-down song is my favourite song in any given musical. (Except The Music Man. I mean, Shapoopie. Come on. Shapoopie.*)

Maybe I should host a hoe-down. Are hoe-downs hosted, or do they just happen spontaneously? And do they require the appearance of an actual hoe, or a fiddler or something at least? Do they need to happen in a barn? Has New York City ever hosted a hoe-down? Can I rent a barn? Can I rent a fiddler? (Can it be Joshua Bell?) Should there be bales of hay? I wish Michael Kidd was here. And that's the first time I've ever said that. And probably the last. What a weird thing to say: "I wish Michael Kidd was here." I have to go to sleep now. Good night.

*Lifted from that cunt, Andy Prieboy. I don't actually have a favourite song in The Music Man; I find all of the music fairly tepid. I just wanted to make a White Trash Wins Lotto reference.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 11:14 PM | shower me with attention

My routine is as follows:

Rabunda!

No, my routine is, every night I set up the coffee machine at home to brew one cup to drink on the way to work. When I get to work I get my first refill, and then continue to refill as needed.

This morning they were cleaning the kitchen when I tried to get my first refill. I thought I was going to die in the doorway. (No, not really, I just can't stop this morning.) Anyway, I went back to my desk and thought, "Maybe this is the morning I start cutting down."

So I announced to the guys next to me, "Hey, I'm going to start cutting down on coffee. I'm going to see how long I can make it in the next two weeks before class starts again. If I keel over at my desk, poke me with something sharp."

He looked skeptical. I looked at my watch; it was 8:51. I added, "I'll probably make it until about 9:15 this morning."

It's only 9:05 and I've already caved.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 9:05 AM | shower me with attention

Monday, August 16, 2004

I am fresh out of my Latin final. And thus concludes my time with Professor Mayer. I shall miss him.

It was every bit as hard as I expected, and I left out a full third of the test. A whole section. Simply couldn't make sense of it. I wrote him a little note about it. So I can't hope for more than 66% anyway, which I believe is just barely passing. Furthermore, I did a lot of guessing for that other 66%, so there's not much chance I passed this, lenient as he is.

However, the other first-years and I have discussed the good professor's generous grading policies and all agree that he bases them on effort-- not even effort, but intent to do well. So if I factor in the pity points and the knowledge that he is aware that all I want to do is get my credits and get out, hope for a passing grade is not entirely lost. If I can get my pity points, all will be well.

And if not, at least I can flunk with the knowledge that I didn't deserve to pass.

So I feel fine about it. Scared, but okay.

I suck at Latin.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 7:05 PM | shower me with attention

Let's see. Yesterday, Steph P and I had lunch with Goose and her gander. It was a strange grouping, but it turned out okay. Those two are just such low-talkers, and I'm a deaf old lady.

Then we went and saw a truly terrible movie. At the end, when the credits popped up, I burst out laughing. I like to think I gave other people in the theatre permission to laugh, too. I heard some titters.

I came home, studied a little, pronounced it hopeless, fell asleep way too late. Came into work very late. My final is tonight, and that's it for Latin with Professor Mayer. Sniff.

All I want is a passing grade. A D. That's all I want. Just a D. (Wait, is that passing? I don't know. I've never gotten a D.)

Why are you in Tavie's head? 12:56 PM | shower me with attention