"Breakfast of champions," she said.

Isn't it funny how:
my hair becomes the most interesting thing in the world when I have a ton of stuff to do
you can lose touch with people so fast, but some friendships never change
Rachelle can say so many obscene things without knowing it
cats walk funny with socks on
people can become famous by a video on youtube
two people can hold each other so tight
certain humor is not universal
waterparks are the best place to find terrible tattoos.
good art cannot be defined
girls have weaves

A form of entertainment I enjoy is to sit on/around/about/through/upon a city bus and just listen.

I wish I could have met Kurt Vonnegut. With every book I read by him, he becomes more and more amazing with such great subtle humor.

November

No Shave November should be considered a national holiday. Everyone should be able to take the entire month off in order to grow hair.
And if you didn't participate, something terrible would happen, and you would be accused of being non patriotic.
My roommates and I are celebrating.






I'll clarify legs only. Armpits would be gross.

Election

I logged on to Facebook and saw this:

Greg Bernal OBAMA'S THE SHIT U KNOW HES A STAR IF U VOTE MCCAIN YOUR NO YOUR A CUNT OBAMAS THE PEOPLES CHOICE SO GET WITH IT U DUSCH.


.......

I don't know which side he's bashing. Because if people like this are voting for Obama, well, I don't even have to say it.
In this election, neither side is my choice. Where's Ross Perot?
God help America.

Club Mustard

I not only have A cowlick, my entire head is one big cowlick. My hair refuses to do anything other than the combover-look-a-like/side mop.

This weekend, some friends and I started a tecktonik dancing club. It probably will amount to nothing besides some slightly awkward dance parties downstairs for a few minutes, but it was fun while it lasted. If you're not sure what this style of dancing looks like, I urge you to look it up. Extensively. Then write a research paper on it. And tattoo it on yourself. That's how fun it is. When we were over at the boy's house, at various intervals of the night, I would shout at Teri across the room, "TECKTONIK!"
Then we'd start frantically flailing about to an R&B club remix.

Earlier last month, I was reading one morning, and came across Psalm 49:14 the second half. Specifically "their forms will decay in the grave, far from their princely mansions."
I had to stop and read over it a couple times.


Our (Rachelle and I) new favorite thing is to go to all the used book stores we can find. I bought Breakfast of Champions for 4 dollars which is a steal because his books are hard to come across.


I was talking to my grandma last night about my coming for Thanksgiving, and she said, "You'll have to meet the new dog. She reminds me a lot of you. She doesn't like people, and she's kind of weird looking."
She didn't say this all at once, this is the information gathering sentence.
I guess I'll have to meet the dog.