plumbers came to my apartment today, I heard them working on the neighbor's sink:

"That looks like the grand canyon, and I don't need to see that so often."

I don't know if you've been checking my blog lately, but I can't spell. or spellcheck. sigh. dave chappelle always said that michael jackson was still cool in spite of his self because he wrote thriller. today, I learned that actually a guy named rod temperton wrote it.

yep, exactly how I remembered it.

Kevin Barnes calling for phone sex and wanting to talk about...egypt?

(nope, just Kevin Barnes calling for phone sex and wanting to talk about egypt in a movie)

Do you guys think Petra Haden would go out with me?

Wow, the soundtrack to The Golden Compass sounds a little too Mars Attacks!

http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=9958278

sigh.

As Kevin Barnes says (sings):

I am a happy yellow bumble bee, I fly around the flowers and trees and all morning long, I flutter about in the swirling breeze and the sun is yellow like me.

I am a happy yellow bumble bee, everything's so much bigger than me but I'm not afraid, for if something gets too close, I give them a sting that makes them howl and scamper away...

No I'm not afaid, though sometimes I get lonely because my parents are dead and I can't find my brothers or sisters...

At night the sky looks so black and I can't find the sun. It doesn't matter how hard i try, but when i feel like I'm covered in darkness, and that light won't touch me anymore... I hear the cardinals singing and I know who they're singing for when I see the sun...

That makes me a happy yellow bumblebee, all my friends are beetles and centipedes and all summer long we laugh and we play, but we don't talk to spiders because they're mean and they try to trick us, because they want to eat us...but they'll never beat us...

Got a blister playing mario party today; it was well worth it because I won for the first time! I'm taking it as a sign that finals are going to go well tomorrow and the next day. Also my job interview tomorrow.

In my Peach voice: oh, did I win?

Ancestors, hear my plea: help me not to make a fool of me!

Wow, this is why I'm using the OED from now on:

From dictionary.com:

cede means to give over, surrender or relinquish to the physical control of another - while a seed is a small hard fruit or a mature fertilized plant ovule consisting of an embryo and its food source and having a protective coat.

Thanks a lot...

From Monday, June 27, 2005:

I went to East Tawas this weekend. It was sunny. There was water and suntans. And Sunburns. I wore my sunscreen--like a good kid--and was rewarded with pasty white instead of lobster red. And the jetskis were great too, but jumping off can be dangerous: be careful kids and land legs first. The best time during the trip was when the paddle boat I was on sank. My cellphone was a casualty, but my wallet survived. And now, I believe I might have bumblefoot--Derek certainly does.

Man, I love how he gives you the eye just before it's halfway done. I must learn this.

Once when I was very little, my cousin/babysitter gave me a toy. It was a small dye-cast tank and when I would hit a button, a piece would rotate and a guy would come out and be standing on the tank. I loved it so much! It amazed my little brain. I remember also becoming obsessed with the toilet flushing. I would flush the toilet-paper, flush the tissues, flush the soap--it was all magic to me. So I decided to combine my two greatest joys and I flushed my tank. I remember pressing the button right before I dropped it so the little guy would come out before it disappeared. It was beautiful, but I regretted it immediately. Oh tank dude, will you ever forgive me?

Now, I know how:

It's not the technology I love here, it's the 1984 (macintosh commercial) references turned upside-down by Kiss. I would get the Hilary Duff Brush.

Supposed to write poems tonight, amongst other longer term projects that need starting. Wednesday is the creative writing award thingy--I'm not feeling too lucky, but I know somebody that I know will win. In Anthropology class, we've been learning how ethnographers immerse themselves in other people's culture. Sometimes all it takes is some time and a gift to be recognised as a good person, sometimes it takes more. One of my profs, a cultural anthropologist, during his field reaserch in a small village on hudson bay, was making no progress because nobody would talk to him--until he helped them bring boats ashore during a storm, which is nice.

Anyway, does anyone remember the pop "Mr. Green" by Sobe? It tasted like Dr. Pepper and was in a green bottle, but what was the actual color of the liquid, inside!? The last post by the way is sarcastic and a little bitter about not getting into battle of the bands for reasons I don't really get.

We got into battle of bands, Rem-Oh-Dee-Uh. Come see us april 13th at the int. center.