April 2006 Archives

klax found his chapstick.

& i love it.

your mom goes to college!

the reporter's crisp british pronunciation of buckets reminds me of dugan's distinctive style of speech.

i like words.

also i like pictures.

especially of buckets.

sleepy frat boys are darling.

klacki can't ride a bike.

klerf was tragically eaten by a klerfeater. :(

culvert is ambiguously gay.

this is your roommate on drugs.

"i feel like i'm melting."
"it sounds like i have an irish accent."

[after petitioning brian glidewell for like ten minutes to buy her fruit snacks at laverdes] "where's brian?"

<3

see how many tour groups you can walk through on your way back to bexley from the senior house, when you are wearing the same clothes you wore yesterday and trying to avoid contact with all human life.

bonus: remembering you still don't know where your keys are. your keys that you haven't seen since last friday.

n: did you shave your arm?
m: uhhh. my arm is hairy.
n: yeah. . . that's what i like about it.

zoom zoom zoom.

that their camouflage kind of has the opposite effect since we are on an urban campus, not in a jungle.

so that's why i'm on a forced hiatus from aim until i get things figured out.

miss you. :-*

shuffle standard deck of cards.

deal one secret card facedown to each player. saying "secret caaaard" as you deal each one is a necessity. players may not look at their secret cards. obviously.

deal each player a hand of seven non-secret cards.

the stack of remaining cards is placed in the center.

players go around the circle taking either the last card from the discard pile or the top card from the stack, and discarding a card from their hand.

jacks are zero, sevens are negative seven, aces are one. scoring for the rest of the cards is standard. the goal: lowest score.

when you get to the end of the deck, everyone turns over their secret cards and tallies their scores.

for endless fun: repeat!

to live secret card lifestyle: speak in three-syllable phrases that match the intonation of "se-cret caaard."

brought to you by klerf, the number 538, and the letter F.

but now it's galosh-wearing type.

oh wellz.

sucks for the little prefroshies who will overrun campus this week.

i need to shower.

i'm trying to figure out why i have nothing to say. i'm pretty sure it's not that i've been doing nothing.

umm. yeah.

i'll work on having a more exciting life, 'kay?