Or How I Learned To Stop Worrying And Love The Campus-Life
The story of my semester. Due Thursday, May 4.
Starring, amongst others, (in alphabetical order) : Aaki, Anna Z, B and A , Baz Luhrmann, Bhoomi, the City of Joy, Honey-Bee, Jeffrey Eugenides, Jenna Jameson, Julio M. Ottino, Krzystof Kieselowski, Penny Lane, the Park Sheraton, and Zach Braff. And You, in some form or another.
Four exams(read catastrophes) down, three to go.
Saturday, April 29, 2006
Thursday, April 20, 2006
pipe dreams
Should I smoke?
If I must, then dear god, please grant me the power to smoke like a woman, elegantly, with long painted nails and manicured hands wrapped around this most phallic of man's poisons.
If I must, then dear god, please grant me the power to smoke like a woman, elegantly, with long painted nails and manicured hands wrapped around this most phallic of man's poisons.
Friday, April 14, 2006
Friday, April 07, 2006
jabberwocky
Things are getting, in the words of the very trippy Alice, curiouser and curiouser.
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The recently concluded Advanced Physics Lab, despite its natural inclination towards inducing mind-numbing lethargy, does have its redeeming features. Much of my time there this semester has been spent actively seducing the lab assistant, slowly, surely entrapping her in the web of my bedeviling charm, subjecting her to a veritable cascade of flirtatious overtures that she cannot resist. (In her defense, who can?)
She's probably about forty-five. I wonder if she's married. With that Cheshire cat smile, and those dancing eyes, she'd make a fine Mrs.Robinson. Not quite the svelte figure, but beggars can't be choosers, can they?
God bless you, please Mrs. Robinson
Heaven holds a place for those who pray
hey hey hey
***
It seems that over the past week, I've become something of a celebrity on campus. (Not for no reason, I might add, but that is best kept under wraps) People have started giving me the oddest stares, the likes of which are normally reserved for monkeys fornicating on the hostel terraces unmindful of the gawking, drooling, spectators below.
Off with their heads, I say. The fawning multitudes, I mean, not the monkeys.
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The recently concluded Advanced Physics Lab, despite its natural inclination towards inducing mind-numbing lethargy, does have its redeeming features. Much of my time there this semester has been spent actively seducing the lab assistant, slowly, surely entrapping her in the web of my bedeviling charm, subjecting her to a veritable cascade of flirtatious overtures that she cannot resist. (In her defense, who can?)
She's probably about forty-five. I wonder if she's married. With that Cheshire cat smile, and those dancing eyes, she'd make a fine Mrs.Robinson. Not quite the svelte figure, but beggars can't be choosers, can they?
God bless you, please Mrs. Robinson
Heaven holds a place for those who pray
hey hey hey
***
It seems that over the past week, I've become something of a celebrity on campus. (Not for no reason, I might add, but that is best kept under wraps) People have started giving me the oddest stares, the likes of which are normally reserved for monkeys fornicating on the hostel terraces unmindful of the gawking, drooling, spectators below.
Off with their heads, I say. The fawning multitudes, I mean, not the monkeys.
Saturday, April 01, 2006
All Fools Day
There are, after all, 10 kinds of people in this world. Those who know binary, and those who don't.
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- melon collie
- a recluse waiting for salvation