my love of the untranslatable idiom

Finally starting to like Pearl Jam's first album. Though I still think Eddie Veddar is as pretentious as all get out. Good songs though.

A mild panic attack about going somewhere with many people I did not know, and skipped the LJ party. Went to Metro instead, of course. Because hanging out with Gene and Melynda sounded much more appealing. Who else is going to invent riduculous names for our hair colors in order to mock someone else? Muddy blood, sun kissed pumpkin, raspberry souffle, smoky wheat, midnight mocha, and sun dappled river bank. Beats the hell out of honey ginger I think. Hah. Perhaps it's just insanity kicking in.

Work made me restless and confused. Perhaps tomorrow will be more normal. My pies were greatly enjoyed.

Absurd how the world doesn't know how damn fabulous a sneer can be on the right face at the right time. I don't know which one of us said that.

one of the sickest people she has ever seen

Listening to the closing arguments in Andrea Yates's trial. So sad. Admittedly, I'm not a juror, or privy to all the details. I believe she she acted in psychosis. The defense attorney is making an excellent point about prejudice against the mentally ill, and prejudice sees what it wants to see. Such tragedy. It must be horrible to live that way.

I remember talking to one of my professors in Prague about this, and other news from America. It seemed so unreal and so far away, in a palce where the beggest summer crime was the disappearance of a young girl.

Oh! Kevin wrote to me. How I've missed him, his wit, his kindness, his friendship. He's the only person from high school I still talk to at all. It's been five years, I realized today.