30 November 2004
Spike Lee is in the hizzouse! By hizzouse, I mean Murphey Hall.
Specifically, the third floor conference room attached to the library.
Dunno what he's doing there. But apparently Sheri and Rachel got kicked
out so that he could hang wit' hiz shorteez. Or take a history class.
Something like that.
Posted at 1405.
29 November 2004
You know it's going to be a bad day
when you have to walk into recitation section and explain to the entire
class why there is a ring hanging from the sleeve of your sweater.
Posted at 2255.
26 November 2004
In case you're ever hanging out with my in-laws, remember that the
familiar form of s'il vous plait is s'il te plait. I wish I
could say that that arcane knowledge won me their admiration and
affection, but I fear they just think I'm a pedant. Couldn't have helped
that I did a little cabbage-patch move for out-Frenching three people.
Posted at 2207.
22 November 2004
Driving along on Guess Road in Durham today, I noticed that the rent-all
place was offering slit seeders. While I realize this is a piece of
machinery used to renovate or repair your lawn, I just think that slit
seeder sounds vaguely dirty.
Posted at 2054.
17 November 2004
In response to numerous requests, here are some pictures of me at my most
beautiful... er, make that least beautiful. The fat-with-a-perm
early
teen years.
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| 1989 | 1991 |
Ah, 1991. Cuffed jeans and a cultivated pissy look. Unfortunately, I
can't find The Most Hideous Picture of Me Ever Taken. I must have burned
it. But it does involve a perm, a horribly unattractive outfit, and
ill-fitting glasses. And I wondered why guys didn't like me in middle
school.
Posted at 2343.
14 November 2004
It's far too easy to fuck up your haircolor:
 |  |
| Hideous Before | Not Quite So
Hideous After |
The funnier thing is that I managed to get some of the highlighting gunk
on my left eyebrow, so now I have blonde spots on my brow.
Posted at 1747.
13 November 2004
I met my mom in Richmond today to go shopping and see the new Bridget
Jones movie. Even though I drove 2 hours north, Richmond is still full of
weird Southerners who talk to you for no good reason. I was in H&M and
had a scarf I was planning to buy wrapped around my neck. A 50-something
woman stopped me to say, "That scarf looks amazing on you. It's a really
good color for you! Did you get that here?" So I pointed her in the
direction of the scarf bin. Later, at the movie theatre nearby, I asked
for two tickets to the movie. The guy asked for ID. I kind of scowled at
him and said, "Do I look like I'm under 18?" He explained that if
you were buying more than one ticket to an R-rated movie, you had to be 21
or over. I didn't bother to point out that I was buying tickets for
myself and my mother, not a group of 13-year-olds whose parents are
so conservative they won't let them see a movie that's rated R solely for
language. The movie was OK. Not as good as the first one.
Posted at 1047.
8 November 2004
As if blogging weren't egotistical enough, here's a perfectly
self-gratifying story from today. I was at Target, looking at t-shirts
and waiting for my Indian take-out to be done at Sitar, when a man wended
his way through racks of clothes and came up to me to say, "Excuse me. I
don't mean to be rude, but you are absolutely gorgeous." I smiled
and
said thank you, and he said, "I just wanted you to know," and walked away.
It's good to know that if this whole archaeology thing doesn't work out, I
can always get by on my looks.
Posted at 1857.
6 November 2004
We were at the Duke gym on Tuesday playing racquetball. We were supposed
to get Court A, but there were people on it, so we took Court B. After
just a couple of minutes, we heard a loud noise from the other court, as
if someone had run into a wall really hard. Then we saw a guy run out to
the water fountain, and we assumed he had gotten a bloody nose or
something from running into the wall. So we went on playing racquetball
for a while, as the police and EMS came with a stretcher for the guy, even
though he was walking around. After we finished, we went to leave and
finally saw the other court. The guy had somehow managed to run into the
glass door, and the entire thing had shattered. There was safety glass
sprayed from the court, past the elliptical trainers, nearly to the water
fountain. There was blood all over the glass on the court, and a trail to
the water fountain and beyond. I don't know how the guy managed to break
a door made entirely out of thick safety glass, but at least he walked
away from it. I'm glad we didn't end up on that court after all.
Posted at 0905.
2 November 2004
One more reason for Bush to lose... I really like the term lame-duck.
It's not a particularly apt term, but what else do you call a president
who sucks too much to be reelected yet has to serve out the rest of his
term knowing the American people think he blows?
Posted at 1557.
1 November 2004
Halloween was a hoot.
Pictures have been
posted.
Posted at 0034.