well, yes, of course lif I get drunk you'll have to change my icon, but to tell you the truth I don't see that happening in the near future...this is pretty much the only time I have to wander the campus and get to use the lovely public Macs in the library (I haven't gotten my stupid rental computer yet....ehh..which is a PC, how horrifying.)...yeah, and Its 6:45 AM. I left my dorm at 6.
If you look G-town up on google image search...the picture on the first page at the bottom left, i believe, is almost EXACTLY how I pictured camden. Its almost eerie.
You'd def love it here, I discovered the koi pond in my travels this morning, and every single building is red brick and frosted in ivy. But, you know, I also have class SIX HOURS a day, so its a trade off. Met one cute guy...evrybody loves him.....he's definitely gay, and nobody seems to realize it yet but he and I...which is funny. Oh, and I know a girl who is EXACTLY like summer from the OC, like creepily so.
Anyway, I'm having fun, but I would be having more fun if you were here.
BTW: I like
Fax mentis incedium gloriae
best of all the latin.
So, hope life's swell.
Chill, pudding cup
over and out.
that was my favorite too, so unaminously, that will be Camden's Latin Phrase. Lovely.
I must admit responding to your comment is giving me a strange congested feeling, one I am quite familiar with, because of course it is my favorite of the seven sins. envy! (You were expecting lust? Yes, well, by now I've gotten pretty good at keeping my feelings for you in my pants).
I mean, how could I not be jealous of you sharing secrets with gay guys, living in Camden with koi fish, and learning shit? Boy oh boy, only in my dreams babe.
Luckily in your absense I seem to get a lot done, so I cant be too bitter. I went to my grandparents last night (I know, living in the fast lane) and completed 4 crossword puzzles, and finally asked if I could borrow one of the many classics in the archaic bookshelf craddling all sorts of brilliance...hopefully, I'll get through all of them, but for now I decided to start with Chekhov's complete works because I knew thats what you would do (apart from Wilde, of course, but I decided Chekhov is even more pretentious). Its actually really hilarious, and makes me realize what I have to live up to. Not that I feel my writing career will follow paths that of Chekhov. But whatever....
Speaking of which, I wrote quite a bit in Agnorisis, my favorite bit is my description of the Locker Room...it took me forever, as my computer froze half way through, forcing me to handwrite the description on a stray piece of paper before I rebooted the computer. And then, nuerotic as always, I was afraid my mom would find the describtion (true to my writing style the paragraph was of course lewd, vulgar and involved devils sucking off angels) so I ingeniously hid the paper in a pad wrapper because only a sick-o would disect my trash and open up sanitary wrapper.
Okay, okay, I'm done for now because the homebody should not report more than the adventurer, so I'll stop. I love you lots my dear, and of course miss you, if only a teenie weenie bit.
And if you love me at all you will disregard the fact I just said "teenie weenie".
Oh my lord, I was pissing myself laughing at the part about you working up the courage to ask your grandparents to read chekhov. usually, kerr, adults are pretty cool with it when kids actually express interest in long dead uber pretentious russian lit masters, but, I love that you thought lof me when you read it anyway.
Yeah, I have a shitbucket of reading to do tonight. My teacher is the only bad teacher here, i swear to god, so I'm a little bit pissed bout that, but HOPEFULLY after morning class tomorrow with this idiotic boring old windbag who sounds exactly like the teacher in ferris beuler (no joke)
I'll be able to switch to another section. BUt, even if I haven't the classes arent the awesome parts...its the DEBATES. The deabte director is this hardcore awesome guy from san francisco (who is actually indexing pretty high on my gaydar, though not ridiculously high like the guy in my last comment, mark. So, I may be wrong. in any case, he's mad amazing) JSA debate style is so different... and no one has heard of parliamentary debate like we do...thay call it NFL elsewhere. (?)
anyway, my main speech that I have to HxC research for is against affirmative action, and tomorrow we get to find out what subjects our "subsequent" speeches are all about. The only way I can explain the style quickly is...mock senate. There's lots of "spontaneous" standing up ad speaking when you're not the main speaker, and it can get pretty catty, so i am told. We're seeing a demo tomorrow night and I'm pretty stoked.
I actually got to show mark 9the ridiculously gay boy0 around the back ways of campus with this wierd asian kid who just hangs around with him...but even he's funny. It was just generaly a fun time. Ew, except that my renatl laptop hasn't been delivered, so I',m actuaally mad pissed about that. I can't IM anyone until hopefully tomorrow, but mayb even later.
This sunday, on our off campus day, I'm SO sending cheesecake postcards to EVERYONE I took addresses for, so WATCH OUT BIATCHSKY!
PS: I was at this weird college fair today w/ mark and weird asian kid and a few other peeps and I found out that G-town offers a minor in Russian Literature and Culture (in translation). Yeah, needless to say I was very happy to meet the admissions girl.
MISS YOU SO FUCKING MUCH I WANT A COMPUTER OF MY OWN DAMMIT.
PPS: Glad to hear about the progress...send me anagorisis when it gets to a checkpoint. remember: new email is email@example.com.
chech ya later
Putting on a brave face to respond, because I'm ridiculous mopey without my best friend.
I've heard about "g-towns" brand of debate (mostly from a Mary Kate and Ashley movie shhhh), and I'm confident you will rock that bitch until the catty hecklers cry all the way home. Blah, syntax all wrong...word choice...pathetic
It must be my new medication which I still havent taken, surprise surprise.
You arent alone in your reading, I'm slaving away at our stupid spanish novela, and cracked open Founding Brothers only to put it away in three minutes after the three minute internal battle with myself weither or not I should read the preface. I didnt. But I didnt read chapter one either...
And, in case you find this piece of information handy for insulting your lame-ass teacher, Ben Stein is of course the monotonous teacher in Ferris Bueller!
I'm so proud Jess, you are officially a fag hag (assuming of course that Marcs sexual orientation isnt just coming from your gaydar but actually from his busy, busy mouth, eh?) and erm..asians are cool too. Copernicus is mad dope.
And I hate to taint your attatchement to georgetown, but most colleges offer majors in Russian Literature...well not most...but it isnt rare...this coming from the girl who wants to go to Emerson because they have an English major. That's a rarity.
I'm paralyzed and pining for my pudding cup *pout* Twenty days till you come home, but 38 until we're finally in the same state! But most importantly, 26 days until Harry Potter!
I love you babe and miss you!