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Jan. 8th, 2003 11:32 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
aruanAlas, I lost them early on about Fight Club and consumerism and governmental corruption and taking conventions/norms for granted. Sigh. This is not a philosophy class, this is not a philosophy class...
Anyhow. Onward and upward.
My Drama Loft's acoustics are just as nice as I'd hoped. The Sound of Music may have firmly entrenched me in the 'Dork' category though. This did not deter Alpha Epsilon Pi boy from inviting me to a Rush party this Sunday night. He said all the right words, too: snow, music, Starbucks. We'll see if I can't wow the rest of them with Rent on Friday.
My Big Fat Greek Wedding is playing at the Reitz until Monday! Arrangements will be made.
Miranda graciously helped me schlep the remainder of my stuffs upstairs from my car, and for that I am grateful. Now I just need to make with the scissors and glue and maybe, just maybe, I'll have that much less to carry and that much more to ogle. But first, I'll have to surrender my anal-retentive need to keep everything on a timeline, because there's just no fucking way I'll ever place all those pictures. I'm thinking pretty is qualification enough. I'll write the dates on the bottoms of the pages if/when I stumble on such things.
Also, my love for Lance knows no bounds. There's nothing particularly rational or itemizable about it, it was pretty much there from the beginning and seems to defy all limits. There's another missive brewing here, but not tonight.
Epistemological Question of the Day: Is there a minimum threshold of dissatisfaction that must be reached to warrant action? Is there a point after which, if one still hasn't taken action, it can be cited and held against her as laziness or fear?
Note to Self: Scarf tomorrow. Because wow, I forgot just how sad a puppy I become when I'm cold.
*once more for the impeccable body clock* Finally caught all of Justin on Last Call, which came out as the winner interview on the Justified press junket along with the Tonight Show performance of LILY. It was snarky and fun and say what you will about Carson Daly but he did well on his end and Justin was comfortably at ease with him in the same. He smiled a lot "" throughout, especially when the audience sang the chorus with/for him. Delightful all around, even if Justin still looked put out and in dire need of some high-end Tylenol PM.
Can one be restless and sleepy at the same time? I want to sleep, but I feel like it'd be a waste because I'd just be running around in circles the whole time, whether mentally or physically.
Anyhow. Onward and upward.
My Drama Loft's acoustics are just as nice as I'd hoped. The Sound of Music may have firmly entrenched me in the 'Dork' category though. This did not deter Alpha Epsilon Pi boy from inviting me to a Rush party this Sunday night. He said all the right words, too: snow, music, Starbucks. We'll see if I can't wow the rest of them with Rent on Friday.
My Big Fat Greek Wedding is playing at the Reitz until Monday! Arrangements will be made.
Miranda graciously helped me schlep the remainder of my stuffs upstairs from my car, and for that I am grateful. Now I just need to make with the scissors and glue and maybe, just maybe, I'll have that much less to carry and that much more to ogle. But first, I'll have to surrender my anal-retentive need to keep everything on a timeline, because there's just no fucking way I'll ever place all those pictures. I'm thinking pretty is qualification enough. I'll write the dates on the bottoms of the pages if/when I stumble on such things.
Also, my love for Lance knows no bounds. There's nothing particularly rational or itemizable about it, it was pretty much there from the beginning and seems to defy all limits. There's another missive brewing here, but not tonight.
Epistemological Question of the Day: Is there a minimum threshold of dissatisfaction that must be reached to warrant action? Is there a point after which, if one still hasn't taken action, it can be cited and held against her as laziness or fear?
Note to Self: Scarf tomorrow. Because wow, I forgot just how sad a puppy I become when I'm cold.
*once more for the impeccable body clock* Finally caught all of Justin on Last Call, which came out as the winner interview on the Justified press junket along with the Tonight Show performance of LILY. It was snarky and fun and say what you will about Carson Daly but he did well on his end and Justin was comfortably at ease with him in the same. He smiled a lot "" throughout, especially when the audience sang the chorus with/for him. Delightful all around, even if Justin still looked put out and in dire need of some high-end Tylenol PM.
Can one be restless and sleepy at the same time? I want to sleep, but I feel like it'd be a waste because I'd just be running around in circles the whole time, whether mentally or physically.
