you say have faith, have faith
May. 5th, 2002 09:29 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
threeplusfireMy feet are covered in mosquito bites, and wearing shoes is an exercise in patience.
Ate dinner with Gene at this nifty little pizza place down at 6th and West, roughly that way. He won a mystery scholarship, that we don't know anything about. Very neat. We talked about the amusing antics of the department party last night. Those photos ought to be interesting. I wonder if I can get Tomas to send me some. Craig's landlords must be glad he only does this a few times a year. There was loud obnoxious music (think Prince, Rammstein, and some bizarre awful Czech techno Smurfs), much drinking and smoking, someone throwing up on Craig's bed, and a creepy singing bear. Some grad student tried to tell me not to be so cynical. Hana told us about some of her students getting married.
Drove home listening to KLBJ, which plays a lot of older rock music. I heard "Jet City Woman" and a random Def Leppard song from my childhood. Driving on Mopac I felt this intense splitting of self. Half of me was smoking, shifting into fifth in my little car, and the rest was ten years old, in the back seat of the old blue Suburban. Very odd.
Finishing up my epic paper of doom. Wondering if I will wind up eating more pizza in the middle of the night.
Ate dinner with Gene at this nifty little pizza place down at 6th and West, roughly that way. He won a mystery scholarship, that we don't know anything about. Very neat. We talked about the amusing antics of the department party last night. Those photos ought to be interesting. I wonder if I can get Tomas to send me some. Craig's landlords must be glad he only does this a few times a year. There was loud obnoxious music (think Prince, Rammstein, and some bizarre awful Czech techno Smurfs), much drinking and smoking, someone throwing up on Craig's bed, and a creepy singing bear. Some grad student tried to tell me not to be so cynical. Hana told us about some of her students getting married.
Drove home listening to KLBJ, which plays a lot of older rock music. I heard "Jet City Woman" and a random Def Leppard song from my childhood. Driving on Mopac I felt this intense splitting of self. Half of me was smoking, shifting into fifth in my little car, and the rest was ten years old, in the back seat of the old blue Suburban. Very odd.
Finishing up my epic paper of doom. Wondering if I will wind up eating more pizza in the middle of the night.