[2003-09-27 - 12:33 p.m.] - if you don't give a damn then don't throw it up--

speaking of deep wild, Devon has taken an impromptu trip to New York and this makes me incredibly happy. I was going to leave her a gleeful voice mail but her cellphone rang a few times and then there was protracted nothingness. but gosh, I love you, devon! go for the gold! (but don't follow the lights!)

a weird thing happened on thursday. I was sitting in my Russian Lit class before it had commenced; and two girls were chatting behind me. one is obnoxious and obstreperous, who interupts class discussions to put her loud MTV spin on things; the other is a girl who you can tell has been pushed out of most social circles because she's overweight and lacks grace.

So I'm not really eavesdropping on them (though I do, honestly, it's my favorite thing) it's just that they're sitting right behind me talking loudly.

and the overweight girl says, "I had such a great day yesterday. me and my friends were hanging out in the library, just talking and stuff-- and then we went to the computer lab to look up slash."

there's a pause.

she says, "You know what slash is, right?"

another pause.

"oh, yeah, I know-- yeah." which, like, she totally doesn't, right?

and the one girl says, "oh, good. 'cause people don't know what it is and I have to explain and I get embarassed."

funky, huh? it's a growth industry, I'm saying.

meanwhile, this. ahhahahah.

pirate funny.


--Alestar


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