there and back again
inventory.
one highlight: lou had two containers of pecans; one good, one bad. dumps one into the garbage and then realizes that it was the good batch. so now he's eating pecans out of the garbage.
'no! they're really good!' thanks. i'll take your word for it.
then frances came in; it's so strange when you think of someone you haven't seen in a long, long time and - there they are! we talked about books, which i like and she is so generous (and morbid) that she doesn't lend books, she just gives them to you: she always says that she is going to die soon anyway, so why should they go to waste. she's only 65! but we love the same books, except she is british, so she recommends more of the ian mcewan stuff and less of the hemingway, if you know what i mean. personally, i love ian mcewan, so we get along just fine.
i wish i had more time to read. i mean i am reading a lot, but i am supposed to be honing my creative writing skills and william james doesn't really help you with character development. ok, i take that back: he does; but quine doesn't! he just doesn't.
anyway, james is a thing of the past and i have rorty and putnam to deal with, this semester.
so i have to go back to the cafe tonight; not to work, but i'm meeting bob and svitlana and they are going to show me a bunch of pictures from their trip to india. i'm excited because it was the first time i made a reservation at a restaurant before. i know i work there and i could have just told them, but i really wanted to write it in the book...and put stars all around my name, okay? is that so wrong?
i have to go because i have an unbearable amount of reading to do that probably won't get done and i know i'm going to get picked out again in class because i just send out that vibe. maybe it is the unintentional anti-beam. can we work on that one guys? maybe it's like when dogs smell your fear.
one highlight: lou had two containers of pecans; one good, one bad. dumps one into the garbage and then realizes that it was the good batch. so now he's eating pecans out of the garbage.
'no! they're really good!' thanks. i'll take your word for it.
then frances came in; it's so strange when you think of someone you haven't seen in a long, long time and - there they are! we talked about books, which i like and she is so generous (and morbid) that she doesn't lend books, she just gives them to you: she always says that she is going to die soon anyway, so why should they go to waste. she's only 65! but we love the same books, except she is british, so she recommends more of the ian mcewan stuff and less of the hemingway, if you know what i mean. personally, i love ian mcewan, so we get along just fine.
i wish i had more time to read. i mean i am reading a lot, but i am supposed to be honing my creative writing skills and william james doesn't really help you with character development. ok, i take that back: he does; but quine doesn't! he just doesn't.
anyway, james is a thing of the past and i have rorty and putnam to deal with, this semester.
so i have to go back to the cafe tonight; not to work, but i'm meeting bob and svitlana and they are going to show me a bunch of pictures from their trip to india. i'm excited because it was the first time i made a reservation at a restaurant before. i know i work there and i could have just told them, but i really wanted to write it in the book...and put stars all around my name, okay? is that so wrong?
i have to go because i have an unbearable amount of reading to do that probably won't get done and i know i'm going to get picked out again in class because i just send out that vibe. maybe it is the unintentional anti-beam. can we work on that one guys? maybe it's like when dogs smell your fear.
posted by jessalauren at 4:35 PM
1 Comments:
ha ha. i just thought of george costanza!
smell really affects my mood; i have this awesome perfume (karma, from lush); it's this orangey, piney, unbelievably wonderful smell) and i wear it solely so that when i get stressed out at work, i can sniff my wrist and just be happy for a minute or two.
and i recommend it to everyone, by the way, because heather who worked at the cafe in the summer would come over and give me a sniff when she was upset. i do realize how strange that sounds, but i guess that's why it's called karma: it just spreads happiness.
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