Last week was crazy. The Secret Service went a little nutty as the week progressed and Debate Thursday approached. They sent these two harmless-looking, miniskirt-wearing (to clarify, a miniskirt on the UM campus qualifies as the length of your average tee shirt sleeve. Look at your tee shirt sleeve. It is three inches long max. I get to look at a lot of panties on campus, which is awesome, because I am a perv), sorority-bag-holding girls on a Metro-Dade bus. Seriously, they escorted them to a bus and made them ride around on it. They didn't have plastic explosives in their text books! They just forgot their IDs. And this guy, okay, he asked if the Secret Service guy could escort him to his dorm room because he left his ID on his dresser, and he threw him on the ground and cuffed them with those plastic thingies.
Yeah, well. It wasn't all bad. I was interviewed by four different reporters -- one radio guy (some DC station), a reporter for a French-Canadian newspaper (La Presse), a reporter for a non-French-Canadian newspaper (I forget -- Toronto something?), and a TV reporter for MSNBC. Oh, that reminds me. I went to attend a taping for that CNN show Crossfire, and my "Bob Novak: Douchebag of Liberty" sign was confiscated, and I was asked to leave the premises. Which sucked, because I wanted to buy a Diet Coke at the University Center, but they wouldn't let me because it was in an open area, and it made me sad.
Yes, so I went to the office John Kerry campaign debate watching party at the Miami Arena. John "Cougar" Mellancamp and Babyface serenaded us. Yes. And John Kerry came and gave a little stump speech with Theresa Heinz and his daughter Vanessa within an hour of the debate's conclusion. And how much ass did Kerry kick at that debate? And how much does it rock that Kerry's ahead in the polls? And, okay, Edwards didn't hand Cheney's ass to him last night, but there was no clear-cut winner, so no harm done. But I did play a drinking game with the Veep debate, and I forgot how much I like Molsen lager. I like the way it tastes towards the back of my tongue -- woodsy, though I don't know what I mean by that, and a little sweet. Yeah.
Oh my god. I've only been to one concert thus far this month, though, and it rocked -- Cramps + Hank Williams III + Chesterfield Kings = Happy Me. YAY!!! And I have about a squillion more concerts that I need to attend. I have tickets for the Pixies and Morrissey (shut up, you know you love Moz). I had a dream last night that I was at the Morrissey concert, and he entered onto the stage on a tractor like in that "Suede Head" video that I adore. Oh, Moz! Stop pouting! You're driving a tractoooooooooooor! Wheeeeeeeee.
Yes. So I'll be busy. The University of Michigan is sending me a shitload of stuff when I asked for only one package. Could it be that the #1 MSW program in the country wants me to go to their school? I can dream. I'm also interested in Hunter CUNY and the University of Baltimore in Maryland. I have a handful of professors that I trust to write good letters of recommendation for me. Yay.
My cat is meowering at me. He wants me to take him outside. I have to go babysit my cat.
Yeah, well. It wasn't all bad. I was interviewed by four different reporters -- one radio guy (some DC station), a reporter for a French-Canadian newspaper (La Presse), a reporter for a non-French-Canadian newspaper (I forget -- Toronto something?), and a TV reporter for MSNBC. Oh, that reminds me. I went to attend a taping for that CNN show Crossfire, and my "Bob Novak: Douchebag of Liberty" sign was confiscated, and I was asked to leave the premises. Which sucked, because I wanted to buy a Diet Coke at the University Center, but they wouldn't let me because it was in an open area, and it made me sad.
Yes, so I went to the office John Kerry campaign debate watching party at the Miami Arena. John "Cougar" Mellancamp and Babyface serenaded us. Yes. And John Kerry came and gave a little stump speech with Theresa Heinz and his daughter Vanessa within an hour of the debate's conclusion. And how much ass did Kerry kick at that debate? And how much does it rock that Kerry's ahead in the polls? And, okay, Edwards didn't hand Cheney's ass to him last night, but there was no clear-cut winner, so no harm done. But I did play a drinking game with the Veep debate, and I forgot how much I like Molsen lager. I like the way it tastes towards the back of my tongue -- woodsy, though I don't know what I mean by that, and a little sweet. Yeah.
Oh my god. I've only been to one concert thus far this month, though, and it rocked -- Cramps + Hank Williams III + Chesterfield Kings = Happy Me. YAY!!! And I have about a squillion more concerts that I need to attend. I have tickets for the Pixies and Morrissey (shut up, you know you love Moz). I had a dream last night that I was at the Morrissey concert, and he entered onto the stage on a tractor like in that "Suede Head" video that I adore. Oh, Moz! Stop pouting! You're driving a tractoooooooooooor! Wheeeeeeeee.
Yes. So I'll be busy. The University of Michigan is sending me a shitload of stuff when I asked for only one package. Could it be that the #1 MSW program in the country wants me to go to their school? I can dream. I'm also interested in Hunter CUNY and the University of Baltimore in Maryland. I have a handful of professors that I trust to write good letters of recommendation for me. Yay.
My cat is meowering at me. He wants me to take him outside. I have to go babysit my cat.
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papawheelie:
you met john cougar menstrualcramp? no way! i love that he sings about being all real and shit and yet he changed his name to sell records... love that....
huny:
after last night's debate I can't wait to vote for john kerry. I especially loved with he said about homosexuality not being a choice...that won me over once and for all. despite my bias (I'm such a liberal democrat I pratically leak liberal democrat sauce) I think he won last night too.