Rocks herself to sleep with the rhythm of the rain / Beating like a bed up against the window frame
August 1, 2004 - 3:05am
Hottness.
Weekend has been good so far. I really can't believe it's only Saturday (Sunday morning?), because it seems like so much time has gone by since I clocked out of work at 6 yesterday.
Big changes at Apartment 6—we have new roommates: Melissa and Emily are taking over the loft spaces with no walls. Since we actually care about how much sleep they get we are making a concerted effort to be quiet when they go to bed. It's weird. We've all gotten very used to running around and making too much noise this summer.
I'll also have to get used to sharing a bathroom with girls, which has both many good and many bad points.
But (besides the fact that there is no url to which I can link either of their names, the weirdos) they are wonderful and great company and totally okay with the fact that their rooms were built for Oompa Loompas.
I have the feeling it is going to be a splendid year.
. . .
Next weekend, Abie, the Indian and myself are going to Nashville to party down. Abie was selected to speak at the Costume Society of America Symposium, on a circa-1860's housedress that she sewed entirely by hand, just to investigate how long something like that would take. She got a grant from the university to do it, and she did it, and it made her totally insane, but, when she was finished, she had this really cool tangible thing to show for it. Icing on the cake is she was picked as one of two undergraduates to speak at this symposium, so I am just insanely proud of her.
Also, she got a travel allowance to pay for the hotel room, so we have a free place to stay, and that’s pretty rockin’, because I'm totally broke.
I can not spare 1¢ in the next couple of weeks for anything but Nashville, so if you were going to ask me to do something, please do not even tempt me. It will only leave us all dissapointed. I'll get paid again on the 13th, at which time we can resume our regularly scheduled programming.
At that time I should also be very close to owning my first car(!)
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Sarah (2:59:59 AM): other people say it!
Jenna (3:00:01 AM): bunk
Jenna (3:00:05 AM): or bump?
Sarah (3:00:15 AM): oh well he says bump
Sarah (3:00:17 AM): but I say bunk
Jenna (3:00:43 AM): ah
Jenna (3:00:57 AM): I say it in my head all the time now
Jenna (3:01:36 AM): whenever I am actually saying "eff that" I think "bunk that" because of you
Jenna (3:01:42 AM): and it cracks me up
Jenna (3:01:49 AM): and I laugh out loud
Jenna (3:01:53 AM): and get funny looks
Sarah (3:04:12 AM): Yay!
August 2, 2004 - 2:41am
Wait, isn't Usher gay?
August 2, 2004 - 12:52pm
Not as far as I know, but then, if that's the only thing standing between me and Usher, I could convert him over, I'm sure.
August 3, 2004 - 6:30pm
Where'd you get that Javan? Usher's not gay. I think he's pretty damn straight. Everyone thinks everyone's gay these days, what's up with that?
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