I didn't get to go to Vermont this weekend. I had the bus schedule, a ride from Springfield, snow in the forecast, and the extreme desire to go; unfortunately, the professor of my Friday morning class decided it would be a fun idea to assign two papers, both due on Monday. Though I am used to living behind the proverbial eight ball on coursework, there was no way short of divine intervention that I could swing the trip up north. I was bummed. (I avoided the internet all weekend so that I'd actually be somewhat productive.)
Then, roommate one got sick. I started counting the hours. Six hours later, roommate two returned from his business trip...with the fucking plague. Seriously, the kid can barely talk. This morning he said to me, in quite the death rattle, "Yo, when I cough, they're are specks of red. I think it's blood. I think I have Streppe Throat(sp?)." Awesome....
In light of the above, it's probably a bad idea to go drinking at my friend's place tonight. Eh. I'll just make sure to toss a few thousand millgrams of Vitamin C back with my first cup off of the keg.
If I were a vampire, I'd send myself into torpor: I could sleep until September, then. The added bonus would be that if I became a carpenter's apprentice after moving, my life would acheive a wicked brand of irony.
I bought a small press graphic novel called Kissing Chaos recently, and, while I was reading it, I couldn't help but think that I could do better. Sans art, of course. I can't draw--much to my chagrin.
Would life would be easier if I could cast Chain Lightning? I think so. No more waiting patiently while the two ladies in front of me at the Chower Company booth take four minute to pay for their lunch, oh no. Casting, casting, casting, crispy: problem solved.
As long as I'm continuing my recent habit of long and rather chaotic journal entries, I figured I'd take a moment to state one of the many Facts of Dan.
Fact of Dan #6: Dan loves conversation, and Dan loves people. (On an individual basis. Groups can drive him crazy.) Both of these things genuinely intrigue him. Ergo, just because Dan is talking to you does not mean he is flirting with you, regardless of your sex. Call me crazy, but I really don't see all male/female interaction as flirting; why can't I ask a girl for a drink or coffee without getting flagged? Yes, I caught your obligatory I-have-a-boyfriend comment, and, yes, I still would like to hang out. Must I say "Hello, friend and only friend; would you like to accompany me on an utterly plutonic adventure to the corner coffee shop?" Maybe I'm simply clueless.
I have a headache, a fever, and am dizzy. Pardon my rantings.
Then, roommate one got sick. I started counting the hours. Six hours later, roommate two returned from his business trip...with the fucking plague. Seriously, the kid can barely talk. This morning he said to me, in quite the death rattle, "Yo, when I cough, they're are specks of red. I think it's blood. I think I have Streppe Throat(sp?)." Awesome....
In light of the above, it's probably a bad idea to go drinking at my friend's place tonight. Eh. I'll just make sure to toss a few thousand millgrams of Vitamin C back with my first cup off of the keg.
If I were a vampire, I'd send myself into torpor: I could sleep until September, then. The added bonus would be that if I became a carpenter's apprentice after moving, my life would acheive a wicked brand of irony.
I bought a small press graphic novel called Kissing Chaos recently, and, while I was reading it, I couldn't help but think that I could do better. Sans art, of course. I can't draw--much to my chagrin.
Would life would be easier if I could cast Chain Lightning? I think so. No more waiting patiently while the two ladies in front of me at the Chower Company booth take four minute to pay for their lunch, oh no. Casting, casting, casting, crispy: problem solved.
As long as I'm continuing my recent habit of long and rather chaotic journal entries, I figured I'd take a moment to state one of the many Facts of Dan.
Fact of Dan #6: Dan loves conversation, and Dan loves people. (On an individual basis. Groups can drive him crazy.) Both of these things genuinely intrigue him. Ergo, just because Dan is talking to you does not mean he is flirting with you, regardless of your sex. Call me crazy, but I really don't see all male/female interaction as flirting; why can't I ask a girl for a drink or coffee without getting flagged? Yes, I caught your obligatory I-have-a-boyfriend comment, and, yes, I still would like to hang out. Must I say "Hello, friend and only friend; would you like to accompany me on an utterly plutonic adventure to the corner coffee shop?" Maybe I'm simply clueless.
I have a headache, a fever, and am dizzy. Pardon my rantings.
We've done a whole bunch of nothing out here so far, which is the absolute best kind of vacation. Reading comic books, watching movies, test driving cars just for fun. We're thinking about having a picnic, or maybe going to the zoo. Yesterday we went here, and had the best croissants ever.