Off to Northern Ireland till the New Year, for my friend's wedding and all other manner of irresponsibility. I've been training my stomach to handle a high ratio of Guinness to food. Guinness actually being liquid bread, I think I stand a fighting chance. Will write with updates if/when possible.
Happy five-or-six-hours-earlier-than-you New Year, everybody!
25 December 2005
19 December 2005
Don't fear the reaper
I imagine that a plague has hit the state of Ohio, rendering all civilization destroyed. That's really the only reason I can see for why no one has been blogging or commenting or breathing in my direction lately. I can't even get spammers to hit my page.
For those who are alive, I settled the great gift debate earlier this week. The end result was a birthday gift of tickets to the Trans-Siberian Orchestra (yeah, I didn't think it was my sort of thing, either, but it turned out to be pretty enjoyable!) and a custom designed t-shirt for Christmas.
I've been receiving several (intentional) hints as to what to expect as my Christmas gift. I was shown the corner of a white paper bag, presumably from the store at which it was purchased. He produced bright pink tissue paper, which I'm told was pushed on him by the sales girl at this "girly type" store. And his good friend (a girl) claims that it's "the best gift ever" and that she, in fact, wants my gift if I don't.
Having not been to a mall in months, I am completely lost. Ideas?
For those who are alive, I settled the great gift debate earlier this week. The end result was a birthday gift of tickets to the Trans-Siberian Orchestra (yeah, I didn't think it was my sort of thing, either, but it turned out to be pretty enjoyable!) and a custom designed t-shirt for Christmas.
I've been receiving several (intentional) hints as to what to expect as my Christmas gift. I was shown the corner of a white paper bag, presumably from the store at which it was purchased. He produced bright pink tissue paper, which I'm told was pushed on him by the sales girl at this "girly type" store. And his good friend (a girl) claims that it's "the best gift ever" and that she, in fact, wants my gift if I don't.
Having not been to a mall in months, I am completely lost. Ideas?
07 December 2005
I see trees of green, red roses too...
So far my trip to D.C. has produced many interesting life milestones. I've been verbally beaten into submission, walked 1.5 miles in the snow, and almost was lost in a bad part of the city (an area into which two little yuppie girls should not venture alone).
Yesterday, though, I was hit on by a homeless man. He was a nice-looking, younger man, relatively clean-shaven and personable, picking up a half-gallon of milk and a sandwich at the Dupont Circle CVS. He waved feverishly at me from down the drink aisle, grinning as I turned to look behind me at whoever the object of his attention might be. The aisle, of course, was empty. I smiled, to which he bowed in return, saying, "Ah, thank you! A smile is worth a thousand words."
As we left the store, we saw him sitting outside among three or four knapsacks and trash bags, enjoying his milk and sandwich. He complimented me on my hat (it IS a cute hat), and we bid him a good evening as we continued on to our hotel.
Later on, I reflected upon what undoubtedly was my most pleasant ever experience with a homeless person. He didn't ask me for money, he didn't tell me I should've divorced Bill Clinton, and he didn't spit on my shoes. In fact, I would've liked to talk with him, to hear some of his story. And that brief encounter led me to formulate my campaign strategy for public office: Zoloft for the homeless.
"...and I think to myself, 'What a wonderful world.'"
Yesterday, though, I was hit on by a homeless man. He was a nice-looking, younger man, relatively clean-shaven and personable, picking up a half-gallon of milk and a sandwich at the Dupont Circle CVS. He waved feverishly at me from down the drink aisle, grinning as I turned to look behind me at whoever the object of his attention might be. The aisle, of course, was empty. I smiled, to which he bowed in return, saying, "Ah, thank you! A smile is worth a thousand words."
As we left the store, we saw him sitting outside among three or four knapsacks and trash bags, enjoying his milk and sandwich. He complimented me on my hat (it IS a cute hat), and we bid him a good evening as we continued on to our hotel.
Later on, I reflected upon what undoubtedly was my most pleasant ever experience with a homeless person. He didn't ask me for money, he didn't tell me I should've divorced Bill Clinton, and he didn't spit on my shoes. In fact, I would've liked to talk with him, to hear some of his story. And that brief encounter led me to formulate my campaign strategy for public office: Zoloft for the homeless.
"...and I think to myself, 'What a wonderful world.'"
06 December 2005
Hot for teacher
Well it's snowing in D.C., and I'm about to leave for my second day of GWU Residency Week. The project we're presenting is the equivalent of a group masters thesis, and our evaluating professor is absolutely horrifying. He's about 350 pounds, barely speaks English, and I think he eats babies. Yesterday after my presentation, I had people...and by "people", I mean 20 of the 24 students in the class...come up to me and shake my hand for maintaining my composure through his rude and completely unintelligable questioning. Hopefully we all come out of this alive...and passing!
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